The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-11-08
HE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, TwELvE PAGES

walk without ground under nv feet, or 90
through doorway II the door were closed,
| or mount from one floor to another without
the aid OF stairs. But my presence in q
r~om did not affect any one else more than
one unexpected thought affects another IL
| 4 stumbled against people felt the contact,
but they took no heed. In my wanderings
l suffered fatigue. and sat and rested amid
men and women unobserved i could hear
what they said; they could not hear my
voice. IexperIenced the want of food, and
when sat at table and went through the
| act OF lifting food 70 my lips, had the
sensation Of eating, and after ward / felt
refreshed though the viands l had touched
were never moved, remained undiminished
| When night appru ached there came on me
an over whelming droWsiness that would not
be denied Wherever / then was sank
| into Inconsistencies without change of at
tItude, and awoke next morning in the
same place.
1 had. in short. the use Of all my senses
ana faculties for my own purposes, but no
/ more power or influence with the things or
people OF earth than dweller in the re-
mOtest star.
And now began for me life of solitude
such IS mortal never had befora. Solitude
in crowd is appalling and must under
mine the most robust mind. But my soil
tude was ten thousand times worse. There
was no option in my case. l did not live
alone because of my desire to live alone.
longed for the society OF my fellow man.
with Unsuitable passion. Ny exile was not
self-imposed. | could not break the thrall
under which lay. i would have died will
ingly If, for one moment might clasp my
child while she knew that l was her father,
the husband of her dead mother.
Bat on that awful morning in Ethan
square she took the Other for her father !!
Who or what was hel The answer to that
question lay IN deeper mystery than the
questions priests Of Egypt sought to solve
| with magic.
By intuition or instinct it was borne in
upon me that could do nothing for myself
| In my present monstrous case. knew that
there was no escape back into my former
| state or away into the remoter realms of
death. | lost count Of time. Dawn came
| and awoke aud lived that day, night fell
and I slept; another day had gone by, that
was all l knew Of time. The events OF
each day were clear in memory, but kept
no account of how the days mounted up In
| to weeks and months
In my own eyes my personal appearance
under went no change with time. All things
| which had upon me that morning in the
Adeiphi, had still upon me as substantially
as ever In my own esteem, my watch. my
mo- ley, the two miniatures in the leather
case, the clothes then wore. Nothing suf-
| fered change or seemed to grow older.
had tried what would happen if l took a
CON out Of my pocket and let IL fall. felt
the coin in my fingers when withdrew my
hand from my pocket, l opened my fingers,
/ i saw the coin drop, but when looked for
it on the ground could find nothing On
counting the coins in my pocket they were
not ieSssned by one. My watch did no more
than confirm my own notion of the hour.
always found the hands vague and chad
owy, until. looking closer, l said to myself,
1T must be midday when suddenly the
hands clearly indicated noon.
After that scene in the breakfast-room
plunged INTO the country, and sought to
lose myself in green fields aud shadowy
| woods. l left my home far behind me in
| the hope that the memory OF all had lost
would with time and distance grow weak
| But no. The vividness of my recollection
remained undimmed. My misery was ever
with me- All day long 1 cried, my child |
| Ny child Mylittle Ethel The Ethel of
my lost Agnesl Myown Give me back to
| herm
| The words Of my despair beat necessarily
| through my mind. They drove me like a
| goad. They were in my heart at tie frs
waking moment, and at the last moment of
consciousness before slept. l had only one
thing to be grateful for-I did not dream.
| The moment night came, L ceased TO be
| aware Of my existence, and until l woke
| with dawn all was blank. There were no
dreams in my sleep, in my waking con-
seriousness there was no substance was a
dream m self.
1t was deep winter, when a whitening
thought flashed into my mind. Ths loss of
fortune by the failure of the bank made
keeping the Ethan square house an i'm
possibility. What had happened then!
What had happened to the child ana the
Otherl
Might it not be the Other was deadl
No: l felt instinctively that death could
not occur In the Other without my becom-
ing aware OF 1t.
Could it be the child VASE
l did not dare to finish the question. The
mere thought of harm to her had never
arisen in my mind before. AL along had
brooded over one aspect OF the change made
by my own disposition from the observa-
ton, from the knowledge Of my child.
Here was / again looking on calamity from
a purely personal standpoint. Had what
came Of that fearful morning In the Adel-
phi already brought misery to the childl
Had the selfisnness OF myself in avoiding
sight OF the revolving usurpation Of the
Other, exposed my innocent child TO daa-
gers So great was my elxiey to reach
London, and learn how matters stood, that
| never for moment reflected upon my ut
ter helplessness to shield my child from hurt
or suocor her in need.
In a few hours was back in town once
more. set off instantly for my home.
When I came into the neighborhood Of
Ethan square l experienced an extraordi-
nary premonition of evil. The sky was
overcast. Ia the dead air hung heavy por.
tents of harm. l glanced this way and that
expecting every moment to find myself the
object Of desperate onslaught, and although
knew that in my present state my life was
invulnerable, was oppressed by sufocat-
ing apprehension Of impending death.
} l arrivedat my house to find its threshold
busy with many fest. People came in and
t out as they pleased without knocking or
> ringing. saw the windows filled with
8 strange faces. What could all this meanl
l entered Immediately. An auction
, was in progress They were selling the con-
1 tents Of my home without my knowledge
| before my eyes,
rushed to where the sale was then going
. on. Il was the room in which my wife
. breathed her last.
NOW, this dressing ladies and gen
tlemen. What shall we say for this dress
= ing-table? Five guineas, to start with: why,
8 five guineas would not pay for the looking
glass alone. This was the dressing-table OF
one of the most beautiful women in Lon
don, the late Mrs. Houtn."
"Stop this blasphemous infamym l
' shrieked. "What miscreant authorized this