San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-02

KISS neE. -AlIu she, saying ''CToodi nlSnt,
returned the salute.
In all my astral experiences i have
never so much missed my good, solid,
material right leg and foot as when !
saw that fellow going leisurely down
her stoop to the pavement Of course L
did not haunt about Marian any more.
l was done with her. Disguised and
'mad all the way through" i went
around to my club, forgetting for the
moment that could not take a soothing
glass of wine; but that fact was soon
enough borne i'll upon me. could do
nothing but look at the other fellows
and listen to them, and it is just plain
truth and not slang when / say they
made me tired. Nothing diverted my
painful reflections, for l had been very
fond of Marian, and that discovery hurt
me more than can adequately tell.
1t is strange that man suffering
from a grief caused by one woman
should almost. always seek consolation in
the presence of some other woman, but
such is the fact. Having been SO deeply
wounded by the girl loved, instructive
ly sought one whose tender love and per-
feet faith while life lasted could never
question, the one whose dear face was
the first my infancy knew. How the
placid charm of the familiar scene
touched my heart as l moved slowly
down through the orchard to the old
homestead!
Mother slept, but as 1 stood by her
bedside "a kindly smile suffused her aged
countenance, as if her spirit was aware
of my presence and gave me kindly
greeting. How long l remained gazing
upon the wrinkles / am glad to think
were furrowed more by smiles than
tears, and the band of silvery hair
framing them at the frilled edge of her
snowy nightcap, cannot say, but long
enough for the influence of calm and
peace and purity pervading there to
sink into and strengthen my soul. Sud-
denly happened to wonder what time
it was.
1t is really one of the most annoying
things in these astral experiences-as, /
am sure, will be generally admitted
that we have in this form no innate feel
ing of the lapse of time or limitations of
space. We lack standards of compari-
son. don't clearly see how this can be
remedied, but it ough; to be somehow.
Moving to great distances by mere eff
fort of yolition miles are absolutely
meaningless to our astral consciences,
and as for time, every one knows that
if we could not catch sight of dial or
draw deductions from things on the ma
terial plane we would not know any diff
ference between the lapse of ten minutes
and week. Clearly the most needed
invention of the age is some good, relia-
BILE sort of astral watch. When the idea
of time occurred to me ! had to go own
into the sitting room for a look at the
face of the old tall clock that has licked
generations of my family into and out
of life.
To nv horror ! discovered that it
lacked but three minutes to four o'clock!
And that train was divided at Harris
burg nearly an hour before. For one
moment vague sense of alarm seemed
to paralyze me. Then darted to Har-
risburg.
Yes; the mischief had been done.
The train had come, split and gone away
again, two-thirds of it toward Philadel-
phia, one-third toward Baltimore. Which
had carried off my body?
If the car porter had as much sense as
q hen, / reasoned, his line of duty would
be plain to him. My purchase of a
ticket obligated the company repre-
sented by him to transport my body
from Pittsburg to Baltimore. 1t was no
concern of his that l had chosen to alb
sent myself during the carrying out of
that contract. His business simply was
to slide my unconscious corporeality
aboard the Baltimore train and in good
confidence of his having done so hur-
ried in pursuit of it. But to my serious
displeasure / found the fellow had not
done what counted upon. l searched
all the cars through and through, in
specting carefully all tho bodies they
contained, and mine was not among
them.
Of course felt annoyed; still there
was some satisfaction in knowing there
was but one other alternative action TIE
fellow could have taken. Finding it
impossible to wake my body up, he had
just let it lie, trusting l would have my
sleep out by the time the train reach
Philadelphia, or perhaps New York.
Somewhere between Conewago and
Mount Joy overlook the main train
and ransacked it in vain. The double
lower" had occupied was empty. The
snoring girl still thrilled the echoes,
the familiar smells were all there yet
and the porter, who had sworn to take
care of me. sat asleep in the smoking