Morning journal and courier., 1889-06-26
HER HAIR TURNED WHITE.
The Vision of which Miss JOhanso
 Tells In Accounting for 1e.

From the Minneapolis Tribune
 A young lady in whose face look of per feot happiness always beams, and whose voice is always wonderfully kind, has been for some time sort of sight and wonder of the world among those who have been as- sociated with her in Minneapolis and have heard the strange story which she tells. Marvellous it is, and many who have heard it believe that her experience has something of the supernatural about it. She is twenty years of age and her hair is as white as snow, silky, and so long that 1t falls in braid we'll down toward the ground. Her name is Wendella Johanson, and she has been in Minneapolis for some months, living with friends, and, as they say, when not at work is ssgoing about doing good" Like the prisoner of Chillon, she can truly say,
 My hair is gray. but not with age."
 years of mental and bodily anguish. as did that of the one of whom the poet sang. It turned white in a single night while she slept and saw vision, 80 she says. She be- lieves that her snowy hair is the mark of Christ upon her and the seal of her own re- dsmption. Those who know her say that her daily life is such as one might lead whose whole soul was wrapped up in the be- lief that she stood on the very threshold of the pearly gates. She has told her story to several reliable people who cannot account for the strange phenomenon on any natural causes. Miss Johanson stop sometimes with friends at a319 Polk street northeast, and while there she told her story to Mrs. PhUbe Dell Plain who lives next door at Z, ,317. Mrs Dell Plain is willing to be quoted to the ef- feet that the young lady has hair of unnat- ural whiteness and 8 face that is always beaming with happiness. Mrs. Frank E. Req, who lives at 710 Twenty-6fth avenue same statement. Others in the vicinity and in the other parts of the city say the same. Clergymen have heard of the case and are puzzled over it, and physicians point to the books and say that such things have shap- | pened before.
 The story, as Wendela Johanson tells it herself is full of interest and passing strange. \ She was born in Sweden, and when 15 years | old she had dream one night She thought she was taken by guide, who was an old man, homely in appearance and hateful to her sight, to the very brink of hell. All was darkness, more profound than she had ever | known before, and there were sounds of tho ! damned that filled her ear and frightened her so that she was dumb and ready to fall. It ! was as real ss life to her. She could hear the moans and shrieks of the lost ones com ing up from the bottomless pit. Some cried and cursed themselves and their Maker ! others sent fearful shrieks up from ths dark ness and some walled as in utter woe. The l noise was most terrifying, and as the dream | er thought she was about to be plunged down with the rest she shrieked.
 1T was standing within just three steps ot the brink, she said, "and my guide stood
 beside me in the darkness
 But she was not doomed to enter this dark abode even in her dreams, for soon there
 came the form of an old man, bent, and
 with flowing white hair and beard He stood
 beside her, and the ugly one who had led
 her there fled at his approach. In gentle
 tones the white-haired man asked her if she ' wit ov,d 1rCH at fH<
 abode of the blessed, and she went gladly
 In her dream. she stood within the city
 "whose walls are set with precious stones,
 the new Jerusalem.
 She saw the redeemed about the grea
 white throne, and heard their songs in
 tongue that was not her own. The light, ,sh,
 says, was not like that of the sun. It was pure white light, that fell on everything
 with an effect that she could not describe
 She heard little children singing praises, ant
 saw angels of old saints falling down befor the great white throne. In the dream he