The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-09-21

buried wifs instead of living swestheart to be wooed and won.
 Thus 1t is that the evenings wooler and spend together, though sometimes hvelier one than the ot6er are never dull On this the last day we ever spent together, Wooler was not 70 lively as his won't During the walk his spirits had been poor, but he suffers from oogns, and was not surprised. Before dinner he was not himself, but who is ever wholly at his eAse in that no-man's land of sensa tion1 The balance Of good and i'll Ia then nearly
 level that 1t needs but touch to influence 1t either one way or the other; therefore . fasting man should not in my opinion be urged to either merri- ment or grief; and anxious to pass the critical stage, hurried forward dinner, and we sat down. During the meal Wooler was more than himself, Lis conversation was lively his wit bright. There was in his eye . light had not seen before-a gen. eral expansion of the man which made me wonder. Only at the end of the meal when we were sitting by the fire, and when by custom conversation lags, not from hamilton, but because thought s sweeter only then, say, did Wooler's gayety leave him and give place to the sombre silence I had noticed in the afternoon. I remarked the change Con- Scotch superstition. It seemed my friend was "fey"
 awOoler," I said, "yOu arc not in your usual spirits to-day"
 "Indeed," he answered absently, "I was not aware of it. There is no reason why l should be depressed except"
 "Exoept whAtp" urged "for there is some thing"
 "Mainwaring," he answered with a faint smile,
 there Is something, as you say, but it is SO rdcu lous I laugh at myself for thinking of it, and would not pose my weakness before you"
 "Wel you know best" answered, "but let me point out that If not the condAnt of your troubles l am likely to be their victim, since you have not spoken to me for the last half-hour."
 "I beg your pardon" answered Wooler; latter all, I see reason why should not tell you. We have known each other too long to play at hide and seek with our thoughts. So If you don't mind a long story, will tell you"
 "By all means" replied, filling my pipe, and Wooler commenced.
 at really seems ridiculous" he said, "unless you know the importance of the story. am not superstitious, but one can refuse to believe in the forcible impressions on the, mind called pre- sentiments The greatest genius, the most ordinary mortal all feel these with equal force and all have believed with the same intensity of irrational con- viction. Sometimes 1t Is Keatso writing . sonnet full of the shadow of his early death, sometimes last fight. The French call 1t the presdge de mort believe. But you shall hear.
 "I went out to Plumston yesterday to see that old cabinet and having started early I reached home rather tired about four in the afternoon. I sat down in my arm chair with my paper, and suddenly the most remarkable change came over me. It was not sleep, for had no sensation of that blending of the actual with the dream world which precedes sleep. One moment was reading, the next had plunged into an unknown region. | was moving with the use of my limbs, penetrating space without experiencing resistance. was neither light nor heavy. moved naturally neither up nor down. I knew not whither went, nor why I went at all. I could neither stop pro- ceed at my will. It was a meaningless, negative, impotent existence.
 "I racked my brain-or rather l should say was conscious of an endeAvor to turn my mind to the consideration of this phenomenon. did not think in the proper acceptation of the term only ex- perienced 6 vague mental trouble. At last the fnnu An my doubts, 1t told me-you arc dead.
 I cannot describe the certainty derived from this intuition There was no questioning no reasoning, no anticipation-it was Q fact, and received 1t. have since thought that those call geniuses have these same flashes of consciousness from the other world. For instance, an intuition of this kind