Birmingham age-herald., 1894-08-09

 ing dreamed this three times, Idetermined to sec if it could in any way bear inyesti- pation. Consequently incurred the dis pleasure of my landlady by abruptly ask ing on the following morning if there was such thing as cellar to the house. She replAad by informing me that every per son who slept in my rooms annoyed her with the same question. Yes, there was n cellar under the kitchen, but what wanted to know for she couldn't make out.
 saw there was no use making further inquiries in that quarter; so, finding the old lady out in the afternoon, decided to push my investigations alone. l found my way to the kitchen, which was under the level of the street, and after consider able search discovered an old oak door, which led down to the mysterious cellar. It was exactly as l had seen 1t in my dreams even to the dark, heavy flags that covered the floor l returned to my room, dressed and determined to go out, in or der to banish the discovery from my thoughts I stald. out the entire even- ing, paid visit to one or two theaters, re- turned late at night went straight to bed and was soon asleep. slept we'll until morning, when woke to find the dawn breaking, and having satisfied my con science that it was too early to rise was soon once more fast asleep
 Again came that strange dream, with all Its vividness. Again the same scene took place before my eyes, but with the difference that the figure of Stella led me down to the basement and disappeared after whispering In my ear, Have mass for the dead performed in the cellar to. night at 12" Startled, l woke from my sleep woke to find the words still running through my mind, woke to rub my ear as hard as 1 could, to brush away the girls breath, which I seemed to feel There was yet another horror that l had not prepared for. 1 turned over on my side and found written on the wall paper, star ing me in the face the same words Have mass for the dead performed in the cellar tonight at l2' To this day I know not how those words came to be written there. may have reached pencil from the table and written them in my sleep but the effect produced was even more startling than the dream. I was completely un- nerved. rose and hastily dressed deter mining that that silent command should be obeyed.
 I opened the door and went out into the street The brightness of the morning SA the night that for moment doubted the sanity of my purpose. It was only for moment however. Again those scenes thronged through my brain, again that breath was on my cheek, again those words in my ear. I will try at all events, ] said, to obey. I will try to make some one believe my story must--I will
 I was not Catholic, but had often wis ited pretty little Catholic chapel in the next street, and in doing so had come in contact with several of the priests in con nection with 1t. will go there thought and get them to help me- l reached the chapel and found one of the order whom I knew we'll He was an extremely intel lectual old man, broad minded and sym pathetic Alasl in this particular case, however, his sympathies were not with me. I utterly failed to convince him that the story was anything more than a deluson, and disappointed and wretched I turned away passed chapel after chapel but l did not dare go in My friends last words had been: You may give up your quest. You won't find priest in London to do what you want "
 It was still early morning wandered in the green park and sat down on a seat in quiet spot to think out the idea that