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

singer was my Iong-lost twin SOUL I
ptood SO close that could touch her
garments when she entered her car
rage. Hooked into her eyes, but she
only shuddered and drew away from
me. The perfume of her breath float
ed about me. No word did she vouch-
safe to me. Oh what anguish l
then enduredl Still / haunted her
presence, / would not be denied,
until people said that was madl 1
kissed the ground where her rich robes
trailed, gathered the petals that fell
from the flowers ut her bosom. /
painted pictures OF her beautiful face,
and threw all my skill into the por-
trayal OF her divine form. She was
pure as she was beautiful. Men gazed
upon the portraits which ! painted
and offered fabulous sums. Could l
sell them2 Could such perfection be
counted with gold? Listen, doctor,
they tried to buy her SOUL They were
devils! When they could not do this
they turned upon her and crushed her
with calumny. The earthly vesture
OF her white soul was too frail to with
stand the stroke, and one
bright morning the word was wild
ly circulated that the Queen OF Song
was deadl
Dead? her probation was ended.
She had entered upon that sphere
where envy, malice, and self-love could
no more enter. gave thanks upon
my knees that this was 30; now
looked forward to my own release.
l painted more diligently than be.
fore. l scattered with q lavish hand
my brightest inspirations, caring not
tor the gold which now flowed toward
me in abundance. Men wondered at
my facility; they said that it could
not last, that was burning out my
very life. Yet while they talked
threw to them new and startling
proofs OF what they were now pleased
to call my genius.
could feel that my body was grow.
ing weaker while my power increased.
They offered me palace in which to
exhibit my art and to carry on my
work. Iwould not accept. My gar.
ret was near the sky, and by that
much nearer to my twin-soul. l be.
came almost insensible OF the needs
of the body-my only desire was to
complete what / felt was my greatest
work, the embodiment OF music in its
divinest form.
To this 1 gave unweariedly every
faculty of my being. 1t was not fame,
it was not the hope OF reward that
spurred me on, it was the over.
whelming sense that possessed the
power to produce something that
would add to the delight OF mortals.
1t was the rekindled flame of unselfsh
endeavor, the divine spark, and you,
doctor, call it Genius"
Something like a glorifed smile
broke over the wan features at this
point in his story. A youthful look
took the place OF the painful ex.
preston, and his breath become less
hurried and gasping.
Stretching forth his thin arm, he
pointed to the picture which covered
one side OF the miserable apartment,
saying:
"Day and night piled the brush,
touching and retouching until / saw
my beautiful twin-soul receiving the
crown OF life upon the canvas before
me: almost breathing it seemed, the
trembling harp-strings touched by her
fingers answering to the breeze that
swept my lonely garnet. Then ]
slept.
Exhausted nature had her way.
awoke not until the next days sun
was sinking behind the low hills. My
first waking thought was the picture.
There it stood-not as l had left it
but with another figure added to the
group in which 1 recognized myself,
now kneeling at her feet-as you see,
Doctor" He paused moment and
then asked, do you think. doctor,
that in the hours of sleep could have
added this? cannot tell; but above
our heads still smiled the angel ready
to crown my beloved. My work was
done. An angel pressed my eyelids,
the earthly clods fell from my wearied
limbs, and my soul, free and untram-
meled, stood face to face with her
whom loved. Doctor, do not say
was mad; this was zeal. 1t was no de-
lusion." The dying man ceased speak
ing. Gazing long and earnestly with
upturned eyes, he at last slowly whis-
pered:
IL behold thy towers, o land of my
heart! Sweet are the murmurs of thy
streams, but dearer than aught be-
side is the voice OF tie Daughter OF
Song"
Then a Great Shadow passed by,
and the earthly tabernacle was dis.
solved. M. SEARS Brooks.
Fellow Theosophical Society.