The National tribune., 1890-11-13


shook tho occuitist vigorously.
Lillian. Lillian, w-w-what dye wantT'
The returning soul was struggling for readmit-
tsnce.
who is Lillian and what nonsense are
you talking7" demanded his Diana, sharply.
Lillian murmured the young man,
dreamily. "Ah. yes" and now, having thor
oughly re established the ego, Mr.. hcMillin
proceeded to recount his first experience in
projecting the astral. lie told her how his
released spirit had fed TO an unknown land
aud paused in garden Of tropical beauty, and
how presently there appeared beautiful
maiden, fair as an angel. whose name he in
stincliyey knew to be Lillian.
"Sho hid coyly behind the rose-trees ut
first" continued Mr.. McMillin, enthusiastical-
IL, until / imp!orcd her TO come out again
TO speak. l followed her.
And you engaged to mt" snapped Miss
Bradford
"But love in the astral" said the young
man apoloEetically, +" could not help it,"
"Of course not-this once, but you should
try to ok your mind above triyialities. What
else did you see !"
Nothing" admitted the lover, somewhat
sheepishly.
"Such powers" continued the priestess
severely, "are given hut to acquire knowledge
on higher planes Jasper" and she cluug to him
atIectionately. Promise never TO go out in
the astral unless am at your side" Then she
explained how the soul and body being united
by this astral thread, great harm, even death.
might ensue il the body were disturbed during
an entranced sleep"
Jasper readily promised cit is so delicious
30 take these astral flights, while you are near
me 10 guard the inanimate clay. 1t is com
forting TO feel may roam at Will in that gar
den where Lii
These are very dangerous experiments"
iuta al ~
INDUCED in too frequently may produce-um
-um-well, they rctard the spirit, as il were"
After promising all she wished, and then
complaining OF headache, the newly 6edged
mystic babe his lady love good night. When
he had gone q block from the sristocratic home
Of his iance, this son Of q grocer fshed his
cigar case from the tail pocket OF his coat.
Hurriedly striking match and lighting cigar,
he muttered. Hope Dick will wait" Then
he added softly:
Great thing, this Theosophy."
The night following his FIRST projection OF
the astral, Mr.. McMilln again presented him
self at the Bradford mansion looking desper-
ately i'll and pallid rs a ghost.
q Dearest" he murmurcd, in answer to his
Diana's cry Of CONSERVATION, 81 have Z con-
fession TO make. Something dreadful has come
upon me. / am troubled, frightened. l fear,
in pursuing this Wisdom religion, this occult
science, / have invoked for myself fearful
DOOM aud the young man seemed 10 trcmblc
with emotion.
"What is it, Jasper; speak, explain ?"
well, then, fear those spells, or frances
you call them, are to be involuntary"
what! you -
"Csn't help myself Had two OF them during
the night was again in the garden Lillian
was there Oh, ! wish you might have seen
her 90 light, 90 graceful aud ETHEREAL, and her
eyes! Oh, her eyes were violets and her
hair"-
" You have broken your promise. You said
you said -
"But love, have no choice All at once
this numbness comes over me. ] lose myself
and them am skimming the air like bird,
and suddenly find myself with Lillian"
Why on earth do you talk Of nothing but
that girl" cried Miss Bradford.
True" answered Mr. McMillin, ON earth
] should not talk Of her. II is Heaven where
we meet"
why, why do you act like this7"
"GoOdness knows" answered the young
man. "As / told you, twice during the night
and three tunes to-day has this thing occurred,
and feel very much like going off again"
You shall not do 50 any more; it is danger
Gus, swluiiy dangerous When you lose con-
/ trol Of yourself like that the great purposes Of
/ Theosophy are defeated, and you become the
/ mere medium Of wicked spiritual forcesn
/ sstonishmeut THAT last beautiful meeting
/ with Lillian was -
"a very wicked thing, and can never bring
you satisfaction"
81 realize that" (mournfully); land danger.
Gus, you say, If any one NEEDLES with the
! bOdyl"
Highly; but were you disturbed?"
Disturbed? well. should remark. The
! first vision to-day" continued Mr.. McMillin,
"struck me just as ! sat down in bootbIack' a
! chair. Ny morning paper Slid from my band,
! and tumbled out upon the pavement"
How dreadful, how dreadful" cried Miss
! Bradford"
"They threw water on me, shook me, poured
| brandy down my throat"--
Poor dear darling how awful"
Perfectly, aud 50 embarrassing. As I was
recovering dropping Lilian'g hand. so Ia
| Epeak-an ignorant l0afer said, "Ails him? Got
| q fir"
Miss Bradford was speechIcss with grief and
indignation.
"But pet, don't grieye; there was compensa-
| satiOn. The tauuis Of the ignorant cannot
affect the enjoyment Of our religion. ] do no,
mind q little bodily unpleasautness which
| enables the soul 20 roam al pleasure"
Tell me about the other visions" demanded
the high priestess 10 her convert
"Tbe next one, fortunately" said Mr. Nc.
Millin smiliugiy occurred at lunch time, and
The houbykceptrb daughter "A pretty young
creature, worked over me like Trojan"
How kind Of her" sneeringy.
Wasn't il, Dowf"
I" She was almost as agreeable as Lillian .
eoldly; but the pretty Tbeosophist looked ready
10 cry.
ooh no, Lillian Is different" and Mr. Nc
Aillen shook his head s0Iemnly. at was
during this trance that Lillian came TO me- heI
eyes sparkling, her face aglow, saying that she
had discovered a wonderful secret concerning
our two destiuies. First she confessed that she
too was still III the flesh"
"WbatI" shrieked Miss Bradford, springina
10 her feet.
why, darling. don't be scared going out in
the astral is getting 10 be quite fashionable
| Well, as said, Lillian is q TheOsGphist and has
been doing the astral for months. She lives in
| New York. But, stranger still not six blocks
from fathers. You look disturbed, pet; bui
this is only religion, you know"
% Oh, Mr. AcMillin; 1 am prepared fOl
anything"
Yon vii b. when / tell you Of my last
dreadful experience" and the young man drew
/ hI. angry sweetheart 10 her accustomed place
on his knee. The next spell struck me Just
/ rs i was boarding q on my way home Il
dinner fell ia the street-in the mud. Ny
white flannel, by the way, was a sight When
| i walked finally, after a delicious vision, where
do you think WASP In the police station
=" Horrible, hOrriblei you poor martyr!" and
| forgetting for q moment the sstrals Lillian
| Miss Bradford laid her head upon her lovers
shoulder snd wept.
Drunk! 1" was the charge continued Mr.