The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-08
DEATH AND a DREAMER.
A Vision of the Might That the Day
Made a Reality.
From the San Francisco Chronicle.

From the San Francisco Chronicle
Nobody is better known around town
than Robert Haight, the commission mer-
chant on Front street.
"Bob" Haight, as he is Familiarity
styled, went through an experience the
other night which in its way is likely to
last him lifetime.
II retired about II O'clock" said Mr..
Haight, feeling in my usual good health,
without the slightest premonition of what
the night was going to bring forth. MY
wife talked to ME for awhile before going
to sleep. Her conversation was not of
nature to induce anything in the way of
mental anxiety or depression. AS far as I
remember she was telling me about some
lady friend of hers who is plagued with a
husband who is ever going security for
people, and nine times out of ten has to
foot the Endorsement. don't know that
this was a direct hint to me to avoid such
things or otherwise. 50 presently, after
making some remarks on the weakness of
men in general, fell asleep. How long |
slept before the subsequent vision which
| saw before me | cannot tell; but / shall
never forget it TO my dying day. BY that
subtle alchemy of mysterious nature I
directly found myself at home beneath
my parental roof-tree.
SEEN IN A DREAM
II was ushered into a medium-si7ed
room, in the center of which stood an old
time maple bedstead, in which my father
lay dying The head of the bed was
placed against the center of the wall, so
that as l stood at the foot l had ample
opportunity 10 see and hear everything
which passed around me. My mother.
my aunt, younger brother and a couple
of neighbors, who had probably out
grown my memory were II nged around
the bedside
THE moment entered the room my
father fixed his eyes steadily upon me
and seemed as if he read my very soul.
The veriest thought and action Of any i'm
portance, both for good or evil in my life,
passed in procession before me.
"The cold, steely glitter of the eyes of
my dying father riveted me to the spot
l tried to avert his steady, searching
gaze, which causeda cold perspiration to
break forth over my whole body. But /
found that / could neither move nor open
my lips to cry out. How long this ordeal
lasted cannot tell. To me 1t seemed as
if ages came and went before the awful
spell was broken by the low, measured
voice of the dying man.
AS FROM AN OPEN BOOK.
In the presence of those around he re-
counted the principal acts which 20 to
make up the sum of my varied life now
recommending me for my moral strength
and again censuring me for any indiscre-
ton which l may possibly have been
party to. 1 tried again and again to avoid
that soul-piercing look, but it held me
speIlbound. I can yet see how those
around lowered their heads as the dying
man continued his discourse to the end.
"Soon the eyes began to slightly pro
trude from their sockets, the body gave
a couple Of convulsive starts, the circles
of the eyeballs became more marked and
distinct an occasional CLEAN Of unequal
vision was apparent in the manner in
which he tried to still keep looking at me,
lower and lower sank the massive head
on the pillow, another convulsive shock,
a sudden set stare of the eyeballs, a
smothered sigh, and my father was dead
when / awoke felt as il ! had slept
for hours on a cake Office. AROSE, turned
up the gas, and got mouthful of whisky.
| tried to persuade myself that had been
dreaming but | could not shake of the
feeling, however, that something unusual
had happened. My wife called TO me:
Robert, why don't you come 10 bedl'
But no more bed for me that night.
Next morning | received a telegram
from home: Father Is dead"