Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-02-24

ing. There prevailed q mlsty-pfssclence,
it might have been-no one spoke OF it
and yet in varying degrees it was partici-
pated IN by all-that, as they worked,
seemed to hold their hands and fill their
souls with sense of awed expectancy.
And now at length the casket was nm
locked and its treasure lay revealed-sim-
ply a sleeping boy. Surely not specta-
Gle from which those learned men need
shrink. The pure, calm face suggested a
new creation awaiting the breath of life
rather than legacy from the far past!
And yeti was an instinct they would
not have analyzed-these wise, deep think
ing sages barred their head and circled
round q little way apart. Too near prox-
unity might disturb the sanctity of that
repose. To touch it by breath were
dissertation.
But never was center of interest gazed
at with such concentrated, strained at
tention. Did they count the seconds it
would take for contact with the outer air
to crumble this fair outline into dust:
They had no thought, no theory, no power
but to gaze on They might have stood
there thus, spellbound, for minutes or for
hours. They never knew. What occult
power was this which had laid its hold
upon the very volition of those investi-
gators impelling that combined intensity
of observation. As they all afterward
described it, there seemed to grow into
their minds sense of kinship with this
revelation as they looked, and they were
conscious ;sof an involuntary reaching
forth, as II were, of their matured vitality
responsive, to something knocking at
their hearta
No eye could free itself from that en-
thrallment. 10, and as they looked did
they dresmf Surely there was movement.
The pulses were astir Light dawned.
flickered, lowered in fitful CLEANS upon
the passive face! It was there, preserved
through all the centuries, that mystery
which Psychologists define as the principle
of receptiFity of life. 1t was q human
will which had paralyzed its action. The
magnetism of that encircling human pres
ence had revivified it. Why, their hearts
were warming to an actual boyish person
atty. Frightening it was, too, mirroring
ever more and more distinctly an inf1nity
of human traits, Ono's individuality.
And behold, even while they looked, there
in their midst he stood, clothed in the
garment he had SO long ago put off. A
boy! No; they saw him of "the stature
of a man; that is, of an angel" all aglow
with an enlightenment, oh, so immeasur-
ably beyond them.
And yet, blessed be this truth, they
said, not beyond human possibilities; no,
and not shining afar off, So near, indeed,
he was, they ceased to note the outward
look. With each one he was ut home,
even within the inmost chambers of his
soul. No subterfuges, no DISCUSSES here
Only, however, that which was best in
them was summoned to the foreground.
All selfish ambition, jealousy, meanness.
greed, spite, every characteristic which in
their better moments they abhored, was
shut away, else they could not have heard
''The kingdom of God is within you;'' they
would not have seen, as was shown them
now, that holy of holes preserved in every
individual soul, which opens upward into
Gods angelic world
How much they lived In that period of
exaltation it would take ages to record.
But when their eyes were no more holden,
and they looked-what was it of that mir
acle they saw? Just as mere heap of
dust. It had served its renovated purpose
A moments wrapping round of that en-
larged existence had covered an earthly
lifetime. A. T. Perry in Home Journal.