Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1884-04-23
9ales aud Sketthts.
Continued from yesterday

AFTER DEATH.
Continued from yesterday
".And you are in heaven said. and
Won have come to tell me what 1t IS IKE
No, / am not yet in heaven, nave
been irving to find you. l promised l
would come and tell you If died. and SO
[ am here. have . request to make OF
ron, will you grant it,
".Yes gladly. tell me what ] can 90 Tor
you
Tell nv husband the spirit said. to
remember always what told him when 1
was dying. Tell him to take care OF little
H. Now l have finished, l can stay
no longer. farewell
..She held out her hand naturally. and
clasped ii firmly between my own And
YOU will come again to me- said. If you
are happy, you will tell me of heaven ?
81 viii come if l am permitted, re-
member my message, and farewell
..Her hand seemed to fade in mine, and
the sweeping figure disappeared as it had
come, through the closed window, and
stood in the middle of the room gazing
into its emptiness. / was alone with my
bewildered husband. he had heard my
conversation, had asked what it all meant,
and when turned. his eyes were fastened
on me with that kind of pity with which
one regards an insane person.
".Why, didn't you see her, ex-
claimed.
".See whom ?" he replied, with staring
eyes.
".Why. Mrs. R, who was here
moment ago, Just where am now stand
ing. YOU must have seen her. she was
talking to me, couldn't you hear what she
said p
why Emma the poor man cried,
now thoroughly excited, you are crazy.
Mrs. R-is in America, and it is almost
midnight. A woman isn't usually out
alone at this hour. nor is it just the time
she would choose to call upon you. You
are demented.'
Il couldn't blame my husband for his
conclusions, and it was some time, before
could prevail upon him to listen TO what
Mrs R had said to me, and convince
him that was in the possession OF all my
faculties. The vision haunted me. And
then | remembered an incident which had
escaped my memory. 1t was at this
friends house that we passed our last
evening in America. Mr.. R had been
talking of spiritualsm with my husband.
subject that considerably interested him
at that time, while his wife and | sat near
by laughing, and confess very incredu-
lous BY sudden impulse. she turned to
me smiling. and l remember the very
words she uttered, Emma, if die before
you return, no matter where you are, if it
is possible. / will come and tell you about
the other lite viii YOU promise to do the
same if you die frst?' Yes said, in
mock earnestness, and we shook hands
promising. She came to the steamer the
next dav, and said, L shall come, now
remember, don't be frightened And her
waving white handkerchief was the last
thing | saw on the wharf.
well. to make my story as short as
possible, let me tell you that all this hap
pened on Monday. The day following we
received our American mail, my husband
coming from the bank, brought my letters
to our saloon. where | was taking late
breakfast. my daughter was with me. but
knew nothing of the nights experience, in
fact was trying to forget it myself, since
it had filled me with foreboding. Select
ing from the package letter which bore
the familiar handwriting of home. she
cried, Oh let me read this and hastily
tore off the envelope. In second her
quick eye had taken in the contents, and
she exclaimed.
why, mamma, who do you think is
dead?'
Mrs R. said. Il am sure it is
she. When did she dep
Two weeks ago. mamma, and here
are the particulars my daughter added. "
There was pause. and Mrs. E. ut
tered deep sigh thinking of the past.
But tell US, did you carry the wife's mes
sage to her husband ?" said Aimee.
"Certainly, was faithful to my prom
ise." she replied: "some months after
had occasion to go to America, so | sent
for Mr.. R at once. and before begin
ming my story, drew him on to speak of
his wife's illness, of her funeral. &nd how
she was dressed. Il will explain later
why ask YOU There was nothing very
unusual in her appearance he replied,
Il wanted her to be dressed in white, white
satin we chose, and remembering that be-
fore our marriage, she used to wear a
white bow in her hair. her sister fastened
knot of satin in her curls.'
Then | told Mr.. R how his wife had
redeemed her promise by appearing to
me, and what had passed between us. He
was very much astenished, and touched at
her thought of him. and said meurnfully.
oh! why can she not came to me? Did
she ever visit you again p
No. never replied. 4 have so often
longed to sec her, it would be such COM
fort, we cannot doubt she is happy. but
her joy may be too deep for our poor com
prehensiOnf yes, said he II believe
she is happy. and that we shall soon meet.
We must trust in the Lord perfectly. This
is one of those unaccountable visltations
for which there is no explanation.
The facts of this sketch are true. and
the events which happened few years
since. were narrated to the writer of this
article again within a few days. l-Erery
other Saturday.