The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-12-18

upon me and longed for an oppor-
tunity to test the steel in the terrible
weapon that carried.
Suddenly a moving mass of humanity
appeared before us, and the cries of my
companions were answered by shouts
of defiance from the enemy. We pressed
on unflinchingly. The blood-curdling
yells of the 'barbarians in front of us
only seemed to whet our desire for
gore.
Soon we reached them, and the great
hairy british creatures dressed in skins
and armed with terrible looking clubs
and javelins rushed upon our army.
One veritable giant, who seemed to be
the leader, singled me out for combat
AS he approached 1 felt it would be a
battle to the death, yet was not afrlad
His great bleared eyes seemed to emit
fire as our weapons clashed in mortal
combat. At last l succeeded in reach
ing an unguarded point and my sword
went crashing into his skull and he fell
with a groan.
AS their leader went down the bar
barians retreated sullenly and shouts
of victory from my warriors rent the
air. The battle was ours. Joyfully we
turned our faces homeward and accom-
panied by many prisoners marched in
the direction from whence we came.
AS we approached a strange walled
city the gates were suddenly opened
and lovely maidens, dressed in flowing
robes and with garlands of fragrant
blossoms in their hair ran out to meet
us, chanting hymns of thanksgiving
and praise. They were followed by
hosts of strange looking people of every
age who welcomed the victors with
tokens Of admiration and respect.
While l stood gazing upon the bril-
liant scene in wonder, pair of arms
stole about my neck and brown eyes
gazed into mine.
1t was Kitty.
Like the others. she was attired in a
white robe of some clinging material
her hair was confined by a band of
gold and wide gold bracelets of curious
design encircled her plump bare arms.
"Oh, my hero!' she exclaimed, i'm
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! bravest of the brave. The victory was
due to your efforts. l am so proud of
your
"But where are we?" asked as my
wonder increased. what means this
strange gathering"
"Why, don't you remember, you said
last night that we had met before. So
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world moves backward and spirits that
have been blessed by a second COM
munion with each other then, II they
so desire, may resume their former eX-
istence. We have returned to our old
life. Time has moved backward thou
sands OF years since we sat by the fire
light l am again your wife and you
you are the conqueror; the hero OF
many bloody wars. At your frown ma
tions of the earth quake with fear.
your last act in Staying the barbar-
ian chieftian Is but the crowning OF
many deeds Of valor. But come, let us
to the feast that awaits you and your
sturdy warriors. Sweet music shall
fall upon the ears of the brave; red
wine shall flow in torrents, and IL
will be ever near"
But how can this be?" said. "Theo-
sophy teaches progress. The world
should not turn backward. We are
taught to look for something higher OF
each stage Of our spiritual existence"
"Ah! thisis sbecause last night, instead
of looking forward to higher state OF
existence you seemed anxious to recall
the scenes of past ages. You were
dimly searching for the clue that would
bring back some forgotten dream. The
time was right for the transmigratlon
You desired to unveil the past at the