Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-01-24

again, but the command was impera-
tive. felt a power bearing me down
that 1 could not resist There was
the same plunge through intense darkness,
followed by the cramping OF my spirit as it
! sought to free itself from my body. Mean
while the mortal remains had been dragged
ashore by some persons who had seen me
sink. As 1 struggled heard one OF the men
shout: "Keep at it, boys, he's coming to. ="
They had been working with me for hours,
and once or twice had been almost on the
verge of giving me up. This happened
years ago. continued my husband, and al
though the experience worked great
change in my life, l kept the cause pro-
found secret, even from you.'
1.-THE similarity of our experience led US
into closer sympathy with each other, and
often furnished the opening for long con-
versation upon the subject of the SOULS con-
dition after death. My husband was al
ways believer in certain spiritual mani
festations, bu. did not 60 to extremes. He
thought the inhabitants of the spiritual
world could see us at all times, and upon
very rare occasions were permitted to mani
fest themselves in some way to loved one
who had been left behind. We never talked
about death with any feeling OF dread. On
the contrary, in the light OF the foretaste
enjoyed by both of US. we were inclined to
look forward to it with feelings of pleasure
and satisfaction. But in order that our re-
ception in the land of spirits might be
happy, we
Sought by Good Deeds to Make Amends
for the errors of the past. We were con-
stantly on the watch to find persons that we
could make happy, either by friendly en-
couragement or by financial aid. This work
of atonement was carried on in quiet way
for years. We did not care to make dis
play of it because it looked inconsistent
with the high motives from which our con-
duct sprang. A few months ago my hus-
oand took suddenly sick. He told me to be
prepared for the worst, as he thought the end
was near. But even then 1 did not realize
that death was so close upon him. In few
moments the doctor came to me, and In a
whisper told me that my husband was dying.
His eyes were wide open and his face was
illuminated with an unmistakable spiritual
light L took his hand in mine. 1t was
still warm. / felt at that moment that the
dissolution was about to take place. He
seemed to be enjoying the most intense hap
piness. Can you see the bright light?'
whispered eagerly. He did not speak, but
gave my hand slight pressure that meant
yes to me. In an instant more the chill of
death came over his brow, his grasp upon
my hand loosened, his body stffened and 1
could see that his spirit had gone to return
no more.
ST feel that his spirit is watching mine.
do not feel like giving way to any storm
or grief because am confident it will only
be short time before we will be reunited.
But at times, when 1 am alone in the little
parlor, in which we used 10 sit and talk
about death so much, feeling of intense
loneliness comes over me and long to pass
through the mysterious veil that separates
this world from the next. At times like
this I can feel presence that seems to tell
me to be calm and patient. One evening it
was much stronger than usual. The pres
ence of another person could be felt so dis
tinctly that I almost expected some one to
speak. was thinking of my husband and
the deathbed scene. l was wondering if he
ever would make an effort to communicate
near the window at the time. My left elbow
was resting on the window sill, while my
chin was supported by my left hand. My
right hand was swinging at my side.
The Touch of Hand.
Suddenly felt the pressure of another
hand clasping it firmly, yet gently. 1
turned, expecting to face some bold in
truder, but I was all alone. Slowly my
hand was raised to horizontal position.
Like fash the thought came to me that my
husbands spirit was about to make itself
known. could see nothing. but could
feel the hand upon mine as plainly as If it
had been of flesh and blood. I knew it
must be my husband. With sudden inspira-
tion asked, is everything all right? As
an answer received the same pressure that
wos given upon the deathbed. The hand
suddenly released its hold, and my arm fell
by my side. My husband had demonstrated
to me that spirits could communicate with
mortals at certain times.
"a confirmation of the visitation came to
me in a most singular way. Among the
friends who knew of the experience through
which my husband and myself had passed
was very strong believer in Spiritualism
pure and simple. She called upon me soon
afterward, and during the visit told me OF a
little incident connected with one OF their
seances:
"'We called your husbands spirit up one
night she said, but could get only few
words from him. The appearance was nat
ural, but he seemed to be held under spell
that kept him from talking. Finally the
medium asked him If he had any message to
send to you. "Yes; tell her not to forget the
last hand pressure" and vanished
Upon further questioning, found that
the seance and my visitation took place on
the same night within the same hour"
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