The Portland daily press., 1894-01-17
4 TEMPTATION.

On the morning of Aug. IL, 1897, young
man who had arrived ON business connected
with his law practice at hotel in west
ern town the night before awoke suddenly
with a sensation of having been abruptly
called
1t was still early, and after listening a
moment he found that everything outside
his door was silent Thinking he had
dreamed, he turned again on his side. A
folded strip of paper then met his view. 1t
was pinned to the pillow. Surely it had
not been there the night before.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He look
ed again. He was certainly awake, and
yet the paper was still there
Doubling his senses, he unfolded the
strip A few words were traced upon it in
hand characteristic and peculiar and ut.
terly unknown to him. The young man
read:
He who journeys toward the west may
turn with wisdom his footsteps backward
to the east-backward to the spot where
hath been left the better part of his soul u
There was no signature.
The young man rose and went to the
door. 1t was still locked from the inside.
He turned to the windows. They were fas.
tened securely. Nor did investigation on
the outside disclose the presence of fire
escape or other means by which entrance
could during the night have been effected
In the room all things were as they had
been left when the occupant had retired
Theyoung man dressed and repaired, with
inquiry, to the Office Nothing unusual
had transpired since the night before.
Was he, then, the victim of hallucination:
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handwriting was there, a tangible reality
1.-THE better part of his soul'' were not
obscure terms to the young man. Thespot
designated in the mysterious communities
ton was perfectly clear to his conscious
ness. By whatever agency. natural or su.
pernatural this message had reached him
it could not refer but to one circumstance
What had happened, what was happening
in the east, at that place where, truly, he
had left the better parJ-nay, the whole
of his soul?
He might be the sport Of some grizzly
practical joke. He knew not. He might
be an easy dupe. He cared not.
He had explained nothing to himself OF
what had occurred. But a few hours later
found him at the railway station Of the
western town purchasing a ticket for the
east.
ITO meet Mr.. Bhao Mira of India.
Thus read the invitation for the garden
party at Wildwood Hall
sapphire sky arched over sea and
shore and over the stretch of emerald
sward under the old, far branching elms.
An open air theater had been erected l.i
that day, and there scenes from Shake.
speare had been played by little group OF
well trained actors. The twinkling jet OF
fountains showered with prismatic drops
the pink and purple and the white ole
anders.
The chief guest, Bhao Mira, turned a
long glance of his deep black eyes on the
girl who walked by his side. the young mis-.
tress Of Wildwood, the daughter of the
house. All the brilliant clearness of the
day, the softness of the wandering breezes,
the perfume of the flowers, seemed to him
concentrated in this slight, girlish presence,
crowned with the poetry of II summers
She was as the incarnation of every lovely
thing in nature and art The yellow sheat
OF wheat on her dropping garden hat was
no more golden than her hair beneath it
And Bhao Mira, looking back at the vista
Of sea and sky between the elm's branch.
thought the azure of both pale beside the
radiant light Of her eyes blue depth.
Before they knew it they had wandered
away from the crowded center of the fete
and then Ethelind lifted her glance to his.
and said tilnidly, with the rose leaf color
springing into her cheek, the color that
came there when she addressed him:
'You told me- that some time you would
speak to me OF yourself-ot how you hap
pened to come here, so far from your own
home"
He was silent moment, and then he
smiled a little sadly, and the look OF his
eyes grew remote Yes, it is far" he said,
and he appeared to be speaking almost tc
himself. Few men Ut my country, few
cultivated Hindoos, come to your England
Men travel for knowledge, but we-some OF
us-have the means Of acquiring by Other
methods than insight into life that wisdom
which the men OF the occident seek vainly
by going about the earth. And yet we also
sometimes are compelled by an inward
voice to wander forth amid new scenes
Perhaps it is that it may be given us some
where TO help others. Perhaps"--his voice
grew deeper-'we are sent forth TO meet
some great fpal experience some great
final temptation, at the ends of the world"
He paused. They had reached point OF
the sequestered garden path where little
terrace crowned rocky promontory.
circular bench was about the terrace. Be
low, the water washed against the rock
gently. Ethelind sank upon the bench,
She c!asped her hands in her lap; her breath
came and went with the soft palpltatlons
OF her young bosom.
She was inetlably happy. i, He was telling
her something of hiinself-be was lifting
cornc" of the veil hat hung over that mys
FERROUS existence which his new friends
here in the prosaic western world OWNED