Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1894-01-26
A TEMPTATION.

On the morning of Aug 12, 1872, a young
man who had arrived on business connected
with his law practice at hotel in a west
ern town the night before awoke suddenly
with 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 vi W. 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
Il 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"
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.
The young man dressed and repaired, with
inquiry, TO the Office. Nothing unusual
had transpired since the night before.
Was he, then, the victim of hallucination?
No. The strip of paper with its curious
handwriting was there, tangible reality
The better part OF his SOUL were not
obscure terms to the young man. Thespot
designated in the mysterious communica-
ton was perfectly clear to his conscious
hess. by whatever agency, natural or SUI
pernatural, this message had reached him,
1t could not refer but to one circumstance.
WHAT had happened, what was happening
i'll the east, at that place where, truly, he
had left the better part-nay, the whole
OF his soulY
de might be the sport of some grizzly
practical joke. He knew not. He might
be an easy dupe lie cared not.
He had explained nothing to himself of
what had occurred. But few hours later
found nm at the railway station OF the
western town purchasing II ticket for the
east
"To meet Mr.. BhaO Mira of India. !"
Thus read the invitation for the garden
party at Wildwood Hail.
A 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 for
that day, and there scenes from Shake
speare had been played by little group of
well trained actors. The twnklins jet of
fountains showered with prismatic drops
the pink and purple and the white ole
anders.
The chief guest, Bhao Mira, turned a
I 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 clcarness 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 vel ow sheaf
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 elms branches,
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 Ethelnd lifted her glance to his
and said timidly, 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-of how YOU hap
pened to come here, so far from your own
home"
He was silent moment, and then he