Wichita eagle., 1890-02-05

thing! and ho rushed or down the StfeoC Wftn
iiever glance behind him. That vGs our
first parting. We parted under thunder
cloud, Nancy! / have lived in the heart Of
it ever since. If you had not come think I
must have gone crazy, thinking and living 1t
all overr
Ny synnaxhy quieted her somewhat.
hops, but ala afraid the battered plantudes,
Of which, as b ths ccse with most youmglings
Of inexperience, had great stUe, ~roNght
more specifically. Pa,lsing fer breath and
reply, at length, I discovered that she was
asleep.
Chilled and chagrined, I laid her from my
arms upon her own pillow. Something sid
from her Lax hand L was her husbands
miniature, glass and setting warmed by her
passionate holding. I thrust it impatiently
under her pillow. The cut was not danger
Gus, l reflected, with judicial fatuousness,
when the patient could slumber under tho
surgeons hands.
Twas aroused in the morning by shower Of
kisses upon my lips and eyelids. 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 Augusta's countenance. She were
white gown, bound at the waist with blue
sash, Franks favorite color; the honeysuckles
were In her belt; the breath and fragrance
and refreshment Of the May morning were
about and in her. had oversight myself by
a matter OF two hours, end breakfast was
ready. Augusta sat at the open window and
chatted while dressed.
II am quite another creature today" she
said blithely. "You have wrought Won
derful cure upon me, DR.. Nancy. l am go
ing to follow your prescriptions, put useless
regrets behind me, and behave bike rational
Christian in future. I have been thinking,
too, over the possibilities Of Franks getting
back on Friday, instead Of Saturday. feel
almost sure that he viii be here tomorrow.
This is Thursday, you know. 1 can imagine
how be will thank you when he hears what
good advice YOU gave me-"
Could remind her that she had dropped
asleep before reached tho "application" Of
my homiiya 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 grace
full streamers from one side to the other.
Smiling happily and roguishly, Augusta
pulled down spray bearing as many FIVE
into wreath, md laid 1t on my head
And you shall wear a starry crownt" she
chanted, gayly.
think the gate latch clicked. know w
both looked out at the same instant.
Frank Deane was just entering the yard
Have I said that he was a handsome mani
had always thought 50, but never believed
he could be 50 royalty beautiful as now,
framed in the honeysucllled arch of the little
gateway. His face was alighs with happi
ness and love; his eyes eagerly sought the
window and, rs a low exclamation Of rapture
escaped the figure beside me, he SMILED, tossed
his hand into thesair In glad greeting and
bounded quickly up the walk. Augusta few
into the hall to meet him. I, left alone for a
moment, saw him, | solennly 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 mightly reverence before
his wife.
Then, wild shrek of terrified anguish
rang through every corner of the cottage I
reached Augusta as she reeted back, fainting.
My arns-not her husband's-received her.
The porch was vacant; SO were the path and
the trellised gateway. The radiant presence
that had glorified all three an instant before
had passed into thin air when the wife sought
to grasp it.
Frank Deane, as few old Virginians still
living will remember, died suddenly-it was
said of heart disease-in Richmond, at the
very hour and minute IN which we believed
that we saw him come IN at the wicket gate.
Perhaps the Society of Psychical Research
may announce the existence and define the
operation Of the law of mental influence
which enabled the released spirit to project
simuiacrum of his physical presence upon the
imagination Of her who loved him passion
ately, and lon2ed mexpressibly for the assur-
ance Of his forsiving 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 awfulneS Of that
ground.
His love was SO mighty that he made her
believe that she bebeld him with her bodily
eyes, say psychicaa savaus, reverent In faith
to what they cannot explain.
But what, then, was it that sawHMarion
Hariand in New York Ledger.