The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-06-18

that the fairest OF earth's beings are
soonest blighted2 All, you do not
know that the cleaner the soul upon
it's arrival here, the less reason has it
to become purified by earthly Attic
tion. You cannot know what terrible
sins are expiated here upon earth in
long, useless, unhappy lives, or, failing
in this, are still farther doomed. Oh
that did not knowl"
He clasped his thin transparent
hands over his piercing black eyes,
and then Whispered
"In that land whence came Iyield-
ed to the tempter and dragged down
my twin soul into the abyssl Think
OF that, doctor! A double transgress-
ion! Do you wonder they think me
mad? She and forgot the penalty,
and we defed the Power that had
created u.s."
He paused and pushed back the
damp locks that clustered upon his
forehead, and his breathinggrew pain
fully hurried. Soon he resumed:
$50 aggravated was my offense in
thus assisting in the downfall of my
twin soul, that upon me was imposed
not only the pang of exile but that OF
remembrance also. This is rarely
inflicted upon transgressors, and only
when one has involved another soul
in ruin. l found after time that
the earth was very beautiful. There
was much in it to remind me OF my
former homo in it's waving trees, its
green meadows and chattering
streams. its singing birds and glorious
sky. But alas knew that it's in
habitants were doomed, even as my.
self. to become purified through moral
suffering because CT sin of self-love.
| knew that the constant warning of
these people i'll accomplishing their own
selfish purposes was the blight and
bane of their existence. So blind
were they that when one of their
number exalted through suffering,
rose to higher life, they lamented,
and often rejoiced when one hopeless
ly given over to evil passed out of
sight. 1t was the old demon of self,
always seeking each his own individ-
ual happiness"
The doctor again lifted warning
finger, for the painter was growing
weaker and his small store of vital
force was rapidly passing away. The
look and gesture seemed to nerve the
man to greater effort.
Let me finish DOCTOR" he said
plaintively. 81 had lived upon the
earth three or four years as time is
reckoned, when l began to feel stirring
within me power which / hal pos
sessed in my former existence-that
OF portraying surrounding objects. My
earthly parents were astonished at
this extraordinary gift.
Knowing nothing OF it's source, and
thinking it's exercise could lead only
to the dwarfing of my other and, as
they believed, more useful powers
which they hoped to turn to their
own and to my profit, they denied me
every opportunity. They called me
indolent, lacking in force and ambi-
ton, and sure to come to want. Then
l began to work in secret, stealing
away and hiding my productions;
working under every possible disad-
vantage through lack OF knowing how
to use crude material appointed to the
work OF this life.
Finally, one who was also doomed
to earth and who had likewise strug-
gled to give expression to the divine
power wit hin him came to my aid.
Shall ever forget his tender glance,
his approving smile? His words of en-
couragenient were MS the dews of heav-
en- to the parched arid desert. He
took me gently by the hand, for he
was then gray-haired old man, al
most purified from the faint OF self,
and his skill as a painter was known
throughout every royal household in
Christerdom. He taught me the use
of earthly compounds aud revealed to
me the rules OF art; and bidding me
to rely not upon the praise OF men,
he left me.
Instantly a sense OF my CREST power
came upon me At that time was
boy of barely twelve years. My par
ents, won by the words OF my venera.
BILE friend. no longer hindered my life
work. Was therefore secureP Alas,
no. Other and fiercer struggles i
must yet endure. Men reviled my
work. Jealousy and envy cast their
poison over my fairest creations.
Among my detracto rs were those who
said boldly that the work was not
mine, that it was that of my master,
that q boy could not possibly accom-
plish what claimed as my own. /
was looked upon as an impostor, and
my parents rs the abettors OF my
scheme. Yet having begun, could
not but 60 on. Nothing else prosper
ed under my hand. Men looked cold
ly on, yet l wrought when Others
in the exercise of my gift
did find one ray OF comfort.
In all this weary life not once had
met my twin soul. Never had she
who was condemned to this life with
me crossed my path. Where, or in
what country, was her home knew
not. I wandered from place to
place hoping somewhere to hear her
sweet voice, to look into those liquid
eyes. / listened ut church doors and
beneath the windows of the rich and
to the voices of the street singers, al
ways hoping to hear that divine
voice among the floating melodies, but
all in vain.
Hope seemed dead within me.
What regarded rs my masterpieces
in my studio unsold. Star
walton came and sat by my side, ad-