Connecticut western news., 1891-05-06

While I'm consentmg.
 -fred Emerson Brooks In New York Herald. MYSTERY OF A DREAM.
 I am about to write the story of the one great mystery of my life. have told the story to many people, but with one exception they have all looked very incredulous. Many shook their heads, and not 8 few acted as if they thought me 8 tri6e dcnented. There is one, however, who is now sitting near the ta- ble at which am writing that believes my story implicitly. Indeed Ediena, my darling wife, knows full well that the story which am about to write is true.
 cannot tell when the knowledge that I loved Ediena Wyldmere was first re- vealed to me. We were children to- gether, and as we grew older we seemed hke brother and sister. Even then she was all the world to me, and how dear I was to her her own sweet lips have told me hundred times. Our joys and sor- rows were shared together. As happy, thoughtless children we romped and laughed, and many time we mingled rolled away our affection for each other grew steadily stronger and deeper.
 At 19 Ediena was as fair and pure as the most spotless thing under the sun. I almost worshiped her then, but was still young and no thought of marriage entered my head. So beautiful maid en could not long avoid attracting ad- miring suitors, and among those who hocked around her was one Cyril Stay thorne, the tall, proud, aristocratic mas ter of Staythorne hall, which had been left him at the death of his wealthy fa- ther.
 Twill not deny that I soon grew jeal- ous of many of these fawning and fatter- ing suitors, and of Cyril Staythorne in particular. Most beautiful young ladies are naturally trife inclined to be lirts, and Ediena Wyldmere wasno exception. Not but that she loved me as truly and dearly as ever, but never had I made serious declaration of my passion, and for time she enjoyed the attention be- slowed upon her by those who had been smitten by her rare charms of grace and sweetness.
 was poor, carpenters son, and this fact alone in the eyes of her parents dis qualified me as a son-in-law. Our Saviour was 8 carpenters son, but this fact has not caused the calling to be deemed more lofty than it was nineteen hundred years ago. Ediena's parents were on the outlook for ''good match" for their daughter and they looked with favor upon Cyril Staythorne. They were too wise to come out openly and request Ediena to have nothing further to do with the poor carpenters son, but in divers ways they did everything they could to separate us and to install Stay thorne in her favor.
 I shall never forget the feeling of rage and despair that seized me as one day I saw Ediena seated in Cyril Staythorne's handsome carriage, with Staythorne himself by her side. cannot describe our next meeting. How much I was to blame for what followed now know, but I then thought had just cause for what l did. Hot words were uttered, and for the first time we parted in anger.
 The next day left the quiet New England town where twenty-one years of my life had been spent. A passenger train bore me away out into the world was going anywhere that might get away from the hateful spot that had always known as home, where so many happy days had been spent with the one from whom I thought fate had separat- ed me forever.
 Isought and obtained employment in a great city, the crowded streets and hurrying rush of which seemed very strange and m natural to me. I tried to forget my old nome and Ediena, but l soon found it impossible to do 80. Strive as might to tear her image from my bosom her fair, sweet face was almost always before me. Sternly I fought against the power that seemed to be drawing me back to her. Many night did awaken and sit bolt upright in the darkness of my little room, with her plaintive cry sounding in my ears.
 'Oh, Jasper, come back to mer'
 It always seemed very real, but req soned myself into thinking that it was all imagination. now know that many many times she uttered that very cry.
 One day an accident happened to me I was passing along beneath the spot where repairs were being made on ( building when falling board strucl me senseless. was picked up and car ried to hospital, but when recovered consciousness dld not know my ow1 name. My mind did not seem deranged could remember events and people, but could not recall the name of a single person whom knew. They told ms that l had been severely injured ani that doubtless as I improved my memory would serve me better.
 For several days I lay there, gradually growing better physically, but in nc way improving mentally. Try as might could not recall names. re- membered my home, Ediena, Cyril Stay thorne, everything; but I could not speak the name of single place or per son, although scores of times I seemed on the point of doing so.
 Finally, I had so far recovered that was informed that on the following day Twas to be discharged from the hospital The last night of my stay in the hospita arrived, and at very early hour sought my couch and was soon fas aa1eR.