The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-05-05
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before him, and touching his brow.
He obeyed.
"You are the image in my eyes,"
she said, after a moments pause.
Yes. I am the image in your
eyes," he answered in a dull voice.
''You will never resist me again.
1 command it. Hereafter it will be
enough for me to touch your hand, or
to look at you. and if I say sleep
you will instantly become the image
again. Do you understand thatP'
81 understand it,"
'.Promise!"
Il promise" he replied. without
%perceptible effort.
''You have been dreaming for years.
From this moment you must forget
all your Dreams"
His face expressed no understand
ing of what she said. She hesitated
a moment, and then began to walk
slowly up and down before him. His
half-glazed look followed her as she
moved. She came back and laid her
hand upon his head.
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will of your own. You can
not think without me-" She spoke in
a tone of concentrated determination.
and a slight SILVER passed over him.
at is of no use to resist, for you
have promised never to resist me
again." she continued. 'All that I
command must take place in your mind
instantly, without opposition. Do you
understand"
Yes" he answered, moving I'M
easily.
For some seconds she again held
her open palm upon his head. She
seemed to be evoking all her strength
for a great effort.
Listen to me, and let everything l
say take possession of your mind for
ever. My Will is your, you are the
image in my eyes. my word is your
law. You know what l please you
should know. You forget what
l command you to forget. You have
been mad these many years, and l am
curing you. You must forget your
madness. You have now forgotten it.
I have erased the memory of it with
my hand. There is nothing to re-
member any more"
The dull eyes, deep set beneath the
shadows of the overhanging brow,
seemed to seek her face in the dark,
and for the third time there was a
nervous twitching of the shoulders
and limbs. Unorna knew the symp-
tom well, but had never seer it return
so often, like a protest of the body
against the enslaving of the intelli-
gence. She was v in spite OF
her success. The Immediate results
of hypnotic suggestion are not exactly
the same in all cases. even in the first
moments; its consequences may be
widely different in different individ-
uals. Unorna. indeed, possessed an
extraordinary power, but on the other
hand she had to deal with an eAtraor-
binary organization. She knew this
instinctively, and endeavored to lead
the sleeping mind by degrees to the
condition in which she wished it to
remain.
She knew that if, when he awoke.
the name he loved still remained
in his memory, the result could not be
accomplished. She must produce en-
tire forgetfulness, and to do this she
must wipe out every association, one
by one. She gathered her strength
during a short pause. She was greatly
encouraged by the fact that the &C.
acknowledgement of the delusion had
been followed by no convulsive reac.
ton in the body. She was on the very
verge of a complete triumph, and the
concentration of her will during a few
moments longer might win the battle.
'And So" she continued, presently,
this mans whole life has been a de-
fusion, ever since he began to fancy,
in the fever of an illness that he loved
a certain woman. Is this clear tc
you, my Mind?'
sit is quite clear" answered the
muff1ed voice"
HE was SO utterly mad, that he
even gave that woman a name-a
name, when she had never existed,
except in his imagination.''
Except in his Imagination" re.
peated the sleeper, without resist.
ance.
He called her Beatrice. The
name vas suggested to him because
he had fallen i'll in a city of the South
where a woman called Beatrice once
lived and was loved by a great poet.
That was the train of self-suggestion
in his delirium. Mind, do you under.
stand?'
HE suggested to himself the name
in his illness"
you understand, therefore, my
Mind. that this Beatrice was entirely
the creature of the man imagination,
Beatrice does not exist, because she
never existed. Beatrice never haG
any real being. Do you understands
This time she waited for an answer,
but none came.
'You are my Mind, " she said, fierce.
ly. ''Obey me! There lever was any
Beatrice, there is no Beatrice now, an6
there never can be-
The lips twisted themselves, and the
face was as pray as the gray snow.