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time the story of the things he had done
would form the brightest page in the
Chronicles of Spiritualism.
AS a matter Of fact, the whole world
knew nothing at all of his achievements
The Indian paper story vas old, and had
never found any real credence, and the
recent business was going to be kept in
the family, because the very remarkable |
manner in which Mr. Brudenel sold his
shares and forgot all about it would not |
bear relating, to an unsympathetic and
staggering public. But this, Paul did not |
know, and therefore he was perfectly well |
satisfied with himself, and went about |
with stuck up chin, naturally.
"Hetty," he cried, buoyantly, "let us |
talk of the future"
Yes, Paul: the future "
What would you like best, HettyF"
ITO go away quite away--where there |
are no spirits and no manifestations"
We will go away, dear. l think"-he |
spoke as If he had only to choose his re
treat anywhere out of the whole world 81 |
thDk," he said, considering carefully, |
that we will go to America; we will win |
ter in Florida do net like the hard win |
ters Of the north-and spend our summers
on the New Hampshire coast, Or perhaps |
you would like winter in Sicily and sum
mer-say on the English coast We will |
go somewhere-we will find place where
| he ar is balmy and the sun is always
warm. We will have a house with large
rooms-l love large rooms-and a library
full of books, and deep verandah, where
| in the hottest day we shall be able to sit
in the shade behind lovely cyeepers and
flowers. There will be a garden full of
fruits and flowers we will live upon
grapes and peaches in the evening you
will play to me and ] will walk about.
| Oh remember, years ago, in the old
days, how Bethiah played while l dream
ed. | wonder if the dreams will come
| back to me. ! used to turn them into po-
ems-pretty bad they We're, expect, but
they seemed beautiful and pathetic to me-
| have never had those dreams since, Het
| y, let me look in your eyes oh see
deep depths in them. What gives those
depths toyour eyes You will I'LL me with
| those dreams again. On . we shall be so
haupy-so happy, Hetty."
: ~ was only half carried away by this
vision OF happiness, because her imagina-
ttol could not suddenly rise to the same
heights; but still she was half carried
| aN ~, and she represSed the desire, natur-
al t. one who still has her own foot rest
i"F on the earth, to ask where the money
was TO come from.
re OWNED her thoughts.
| have got plenty OF money, Hetty," he
said. do not let any thought of money
trouble YOU. | have got great pile of
money; it is being kept for me. Besides,
daresay shall do some work AS soon as
find out what can do. | think | should
Xix to paint; it must be delightful to
spread the rich colors on the canvas, and
watch them growing into flowers and
lovely women's faces. | have often dream
ed of being painter. But cannot, un-
fortunately, draw at all. Bethiah used to
draw very well she made many portraits
OF me. Sometimes | have thought that it
must be splendid to be great orator and
to move the people. But then-Bethiah
used to say-orators have to tell lies and
eXaGgerate and misrepresent, otherwise
| no
Don't be an orator, Paul, don't try to
move the people
II will not, Hetty," he replied virtuous-
ly and firmly. Sometimes | think |
should like to be preacher, but without
conviction'-he went back to the old
phraseology of his youth, that is impos-
sibla. AS for being a lawyer, that is i'm
possible, too, because l should have to
study law, and can never study anything
again; have had enough of study His
mind went off in an unexpected line. 81
nave had seven years of study such as
never any man had before, believe Some
DAY, perhaps, Hetty, may tell you all
about 1t. Seven years, during which
had TO think all day long about nothing
else. Other young men had friends and
fun, | suppose. At least have heard of
such things. | had no friends and no fun.
seem now to have wasted my youth 1t
is gone, aud all that took so much trOub-
lie TO learn and to cultivate has gone too
Never MIND II, Paul.
ut made me so different from other
young men. Why Hetty, when first
came here ! could not understand how
, Tom could be always laughing and Joking.
| came to initiate him afterwards but at
tir>t-what solemn, couceited Ass must
have seemed to you
mo, Paul. Those Were your gifts
, Yes, yes-my gifts. Well, Hetty, | had
, led a very serious kind of life for a long
tlme-seven years. And the atmosphere
of youth and beauty intoxicated me. And
sol fell in love. And about the future
, dear. There is plenty of money. | don't
know how much, but there must be &
r great deal-very likely enough to keep Us
all our lives Not that | don't want tC
: work Oh Hetty, to work for you
, could clear forest for your sake -
t Il wonder he went on, how | could
l have lived So long without you, Hetty. 1t
seems to me now rs if lie would not have
been worth living. Why, if were to die
TO morrow | should feel that | had not
lived in vain, because l have loved The
dreams that Told you of-the dreams
!, that came to nae when Bethiah played
I understand them noW-they were the frs
: yearuings of a young man after love. Oh
my dear. There Is nothing IN the worlC
{ worth thinking OF beside love. My heart
) is full of love and of thankfulness and JOY
D for love.
e He looked so completely happy he spok,
!
5 he looked and spoke AS he felt-that NJ
e one would have guessed the pangs OF
5 shame he had endured only that morning
0 in the attempt to put things in IA pleas
aud comfortable manner 10 his old play
y mate.
I Paul." Hetty cried suddenly, breaking
D up the paradise, what shall you say Il
my mother p
. II shall tell her that we are engaged
= and that am going to take you away"
n Then we must leave her-all alone :"
u H. made no reply.
y Yes " she SAID. "Ies-I know, W.
must. Poor mother She has something
t to live upon, and we have never been com
Il punions. Oh we could not endure L
y bring into our own lives, Paul, the dread
= full rappings and the spirits.
y No, we will have none of the spirlt'
= with us. That is certain, Hetty,
Yet, Paul, it is to you that have tolC
It the awful suspicion which has always
II rested like a black veil between my moth
/, or aud myself. They are, after all, rea
| I tknsr FaNOt