Arizona republican., 1891-06-02
THE CRYSTAL.

Many years ago was boarding in a well known house at the lower end of Broadway, kept by jolly, light eyed, hght haired, fat German lady, the wid- ow of professor" Mime. Steinberg. As for myself, I was a quiet, old fash toned teacher of languages, and the place suited me. Among my pupils was the daughter of a rich widow lady, liv- ing in Washington squre, which was the height of fashionable aspiration in those days. My department was instruction in the German language, and in Ella Cameron l found a pupil so completely and naturally imbued with the mysti- cism deemed peculiar to the Germans and the orientals that I found she grasped the instinct of that grandly ex- pressive language as an infant learning it's mother tongue. There was German blood somewhere in the long pedigree of Elias ancestors.
 Ella Cameron had inherited sufficient of the natural Scotch intellectual force to give her balance without bunting the subtle sensibilities of her mind.
 One day there came to our house foreign gentleman to board. No one knew his nationality, and to this day l am ignorant of it. He spoke English fuently and idomatically correct, but with such an accent as he might have learned by being educated abroad; yet he was not an Englisnman, for he said so. His German was perfection, his French Parisian his Italian and Spanish amarvel. As for his age, he might have been thirty or he might have been fifty.
 Naturally enough, with our assimila- ting tastes, education and pursuits, and through the kind intervention of Mime. Steinberg, Paul Stolberg and became soon acquainted and then intimate.
 Great men," he would say, "are but the embodiment of an abstraction, and as purely accidental as anything within the meaning of the word"
 These and similar enunciations he would give utterance to, not in any dog matic or self sufficient spirit, but simply as stating the result of his study and ex- perience.
 Most cultivated and educated persons l have met have possessed hobbies of some sort, and Stalberg's hobby was the collection of crystals. His collection, however, was certainly the finest l ever saw, containing specimens oe quartz, spar and other minerals, and even the diamond in various forms. They were arranged in his cabinet under glass, and numbered several hundred. Besides these, he had in another case collection of magnets, comprising about fifty, and also of all sizes. Such curious con catenation of tastes surprised me, and remarked upon it, asking why he had selected two such diverse objects for col lection.
 Not so diverse as you think, my dear friend" said he. "for l, at least, think that where two powers, apparently diff ferent in form and character, produce the same results, if exercised in the same manner, there must be consanguinity somewhere"
 "The magnet attracts" said l, "and the crystal, excited by friction, will do the same, but so will glass bottle or a stick of sealing wax"
 He smiled, and going to his crystal cabinet selected from it one of the larger ones; then he said, as he returned to my side, "Sit easily in your chair while l show you something else the crystal will do, and mark your sensations" took an easy position, resting my hands on the arms of the chair, and waited.
 Seating himself directly in front of me, he raised the crystal with both hands and at about distance of six inches from my person, drew it slowly, perpen- dicularly before me, from my heal to my feet. As he did so l noticed sensation as of a light breeze blowing upon me. The operation was repeated, and thls time felt pleasant drowsires' creep over me, the cool wind still blew upon me. and I seemed to see nothing but the crystal. which assumed a larger appear ance and became luminous at the angles. A third pass, and it occurred to me that Iwould mention this luminous appear ance, which was increasing; but on try ing to do so found could not speak or move, and with dim fancy that l was rude to fall asleep under such clrcum- stances l became insensible.
 When became conscious the window was open, and the cool October wind blowing upon me; my forehead was wet, and my chair had been wheeled in front of the window. Stolberg sat by mo, and observed that he looked paler than usual and anxious.
 "What is the mattery" said l.
 "Nothing," he replied, "I do not care to wait until you should come naturally out of your coma, so l used physical