The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1888-11-16

had died with Delille. This stimulated me.
Ieagerly read and studied all about the sub
jet, and when it came my turn to wait on
the old man I made a number of expert
mental reverse passes, but always in vain.
Two years after this my father exhibited
marked symptoms of an incurablo disease,
with which he fingered for nearly two years
more, when he died.
The secret had now become my sole bur-
den. John T~relawney, if we could give the
corpse a living name, had been reduced
almost to a skeleton, withered and dried up,
but still alive. I had given up all hope Of
resuscitating him. But he exercised over me
a grim fascination. ! used to remain after I
had fed him with the stomach tube and sit
and read an hour or so, with a bottle Of wine
before me, though I only slipped a single
glass. On day had taken a solitary pamph-
let, a German magazine rather, N on
glancing over its pages I noticed a paper on
"Hypnotism." The only thing in it which
excited me was a statement Of the author
that there was no difficulty in arousing one
from the artificial sleep provided the reverse
passes were continued without intermission,
and the operator had faith in his own powers
and an unconquerable will.
II know" I said, that I ave all the will
power in which the T~relawneys have been
deficient, and I will control this man. He
shall awaken"
began making the reverse passes over the
PROSTATE form, and continued them without
intermission until my arms ached. But I
kept on.
"You shall awaken" I said, and 1 meant it.
Suddenly the figure beneath me uttered a
deep sigh.
How my heart throbbed! I continued the
passes.
John Trelawney opened his eyes, looked
around, half closed his eyes and fell back.
ran to the table, filled q glass of wine and
poured it between his lips. To my intense
delight he swallowed it, though apparently
with difficulty. It seemed to invigorate him.
He half raised himself, while I supported
him, and, looking in my face, said in a thin,
piping voice:
"Where am II Who arc youg'
81 am Guy Treiawney," l replied.
"Guy Trelawney! Nonsense! You are not
my brother! Ah!' he continued, looking
around and then ct me-. II sec it now. This
is a dream!'
With that he closed his eyes.
put him gently down and procured an
other glass of wine. 'Take this, Uncle john"
I said; 1T will do you good"
"He calls me Uncle John,'" he muttered.
"Just now he wanted to pass for my brother.
What a queer dream! Wine, eh! Well, it
does seem natural in taste"
He drank the wine, and I supported him in
a sitting posture by piling the pillows, rein
forced by a chair at his back. Then, as it
was growing dark, I drew a match from the
safe and, after igniting it, lit the lamp.
"What on earth is that!' he cried. >"Did
you get light by rubbing the ends of your
fingers? This is certainly the oldest dream
that ever entered a mans noddlc."
I told him it was a friction match, and lit
another to show how the light was produced.
He was very much amused, and listened with
a sardonic smile while I explained the mode
of manufacture and the materials used. eve j
find them indispensable when there are not
only fires to make, but SO many gas jets to
S'Gas jets" he said, inquiringly.
"Let me assist you to dress" I said. SIT is
some hours yet till bedtime. We will go to
the library, which is more comfortable"
He had a dazed look as I said this, and was
still more astonished when 1 brought out q
pair of trousers and a dressing gown.
"Ah!" he said, 'these are the things people
are wearing now-Jeffersonian innovation.
Pah! where arc my breeches?'
/ went to the chiffonier in which his clothes
had been always kept, and drew forth his
breeches. found them literally riddlcd.
"Uncle John," I said, producing them,
'they are ruined by moths"
"What!," he said, "my best hreeches
cut up in this way! What thc-oh! but it's
all q dream, of course. Well, TIL try the
Others"
He thrust himself into the trousers, but
toned and braced them, put on the dressing
gown, and laughed.
"They flap about my legs. Legs! Why, I
am notorious for my muscular calves, and
my legs look like pipe stems. Now, what
could have led INC to such q dream as this? I
must have been talking of Jefferson beforeI
went to bed, and that ggeste trousers, and
trousers suggested legs, and-oh, the devel-
opment of the idea is quite clear!'
assisted him-he was evidently very weak
into the library, and installed him in an
easy chair, into which he sank with q sign
of pleasure. Then I lit the gas, and he eyed
me curiously.
y see that, too" he mutterod to himself.
"Guy and I werc talking Of this new project
Of lighting London by inflammable air-gas,
they called it. That accouts for it. But the
friction matches! However, if I can remem-
Der the process and the materials when I
wake up, and if it works in reality as it does
in q dream, l shall be known as a famous in
ventor. But the queerest thing is, that while
l know it is a dream, I have to keep on
dreaming"
''Shall I order supper?' I said. "You have
had nothing but milk"
milk" he replied. eff there be anything
1 detest it is milk. Order what you like
lrang the bell, and when the servant came,
ordered supper to be served in the library.
When Pcter-who, impassive as he generally
was, displayed by a look his establishment at
the strangers presence-had gone out, John
Trelawney said:
"That's another of the dream people. I
never saw him before, and when 1 wake up,
won't see him again. But what-what the
deuce is thatg'
A mingled look of terror, doubt and
amusement went over his face as he lifted.
the end OF his long, white beard, which he
now observed for the first time. He passed
his hand upward and traced the beard to his
chin, and then he gave it a sharp tug.
"Of all the farrago of nonsense which
comes in a mans head in dreams, this is the
most absurd. A long, white beard on me, a
of 2S; and heavens!" he continued, as
he caught a glimpse Of his face in the mirror
over the mantel, ''there's white hair, and
wrinkles to correspond. This matches the
thin legs. shouldn't wonder if I turned to
an old woman next, with O black satin dress
and q lot Of falbalas."
as ~ Jul ~ AAVO u 1Ouu 1V VI 4AUkuVGT.
"What is the matter with my voice, I
wonder!' he exclaimed; 'sit's of a piece with
my beard, and my wrinkles, and my legs. II
! were awake and looked like this, and
talked SO, I should think l had got to be 80 at
least. Won't I have q fine tale to tell to GUY
in the morning."
Peter came in with a tray bearing plates,
dishes and eatables, and John with the tea
service. When they had spread the cloth on
the library table and arranged everything,
rather stately housekeeper, Mrs. Lang,
sailed in.
Mrs. Lang" I said, ''let ME present you to
Mr.. John Tre]awney, who remains with us,
to whom every one in the house will pay
as much Difference and attention as to me.
Uncle John, this is the housekeeper, Mrs..
Mrs. Lang was evidently mystifed, but
he was equal to the occasion. She per-
formed an elaborate courtesy. Uncle John,
IS a polite old young gentleman, rose and
tent his body in acknowledgment.
"Now,"I said, mo one need wait, as we i
ire to have some conversation on family mat
I can even dispense with your attend !
ance, Mrs. Lang" l
The housekeeper shifted family, but depart-
d with the others.
"Now for the feast of the Barmecides.n
T1no1o .Inhn rov1r sINoi a.. L.