The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-03-18

my arms upon her own pillow. Some
thing slid from her lax hand. 1t Wa
her husbands miniature, glass and set
ting, warmed by her passionate hold
ing. l thrust it impatiently under he
pillow. The cut was not dangerous,
reflected. with judicial fatuousness
when the patient could slumber under
the surgeons hands.
/ was aroused in the morning by q
shower of kisses upon my lips and eye
lids. In the Slow awakening from the
slumbers of health and youth dreamed
that | was walking through vista OF
hOneysuckles that bObbed dewily against
my face. and opened laughing eyes upon
Augustus countenance. She wore a
white gown. bound at the waist with a
blue sash-Frank's favor.te color; the
honeysGckles were in her belt; the
breath and fragrance and refreshment
Of the May morning were about and in
her. l had oversight myself by nat
ter of two hours, and breakfast was
ready. Augusta sat at the open widow
and chatted whila | dressed.
she said, blithely. You have wrought
a wonderful cure upon me. DIR. Nancy!
l am going to follow your prescriptions;
put useless regrets behind me, and be-
have like rational Christian in future.
have been thinking. too, over the pos
sibilities of Frank getting back on Fri
day, instead of Saturday. feel almost
sure that he will be here tomorrow.
This is Thursday, you know. j can
imagine how he will thank you when
he hears what good advice you gave
me-"
Could / remind her that she had
dropped asleep before had reached the
application" of my hOmily? She was
still chatting, when. fully dressed,
Joined her at the window. and put my
arm about her. A white jasmine, tackled
along the window-frame, cast graceful
streamers from one side to the other.
Smiling happily and roguishly, Augusta
pulled down spray bearing as many
five-pointed flowers as leaves, coiled it
rapidly into a wreath, and laid it on my
head.
"And you shall wear a starry crown!"
she chanted, gayly.
j think the gate-latch clicked.
know we both looked out at the same
instant.
Frank Dea ne was just entering the
yard.
Have | said that he was a handsome
man? / had always thought so, but
never believed he could be so royalty
beautiful as now, framed in the honey
sucked arch of the little gateway. His
face was alight with happiness and love:
his eyes eagerly sought the window,
and, as low exclamation of rapture es-
capped the figure beside me, he smiled,
tossed his hand into the air in glad
greeting, and bounded quickly up the
meet him. /. left alone for 4" m66ihnieenfG
saw him, | solemnly aver, as he set his
foot upon the lower step of the porch,
the flash of the May sunshine upon his
blonde head. uncovered in knightly rev.
erence before his wife.
Then, wild Shrek of terrified an
guish rang through every corner of the
cottage. / reached Augusta as she
reeled back. fainting. Ny arms-not
her husband'S-received her. The porch
was vacant: so were the path and the
trellised gateway. The radiant pres
ence that had glorified all three an in
slant before had passed into thin air
when the wife sought to grasp it
Frank Deane. as a few old Virginians
still living will remember. died sud-
denly-it is said OF heart disease-in
Richmond, at the very hour and minute
in which we believe that we saw him
come in at the wicket gate.
Perhaps the Society of Psychical Re-
search may announce the existence and
define the operation of the law of men,
tai influence which enabled the released
spirit to project a Simu'drrum of his
physical presence upon the Imagination
of her who loved him paSsionately, and
longed inexpressibiy for the assurance
of his forgiving love.
God let him come to lift the cloud"
the widow said to her dying day.
We dare not step. even with unsandaled
feet. upon the sacred awfulness of that
ground.
His love was sc'mightv that he made
her believe that ,he beheld him with
her bodily eyes, say psychical sIUaHs.
in faith in what they can not
explain.
But what. then, was it that Isaw?-
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