The morning times., 1896-12-13

graph stood by my couch, and the voice.
/ perceived, was nothing but an audible
reminiscence. Still, how came the pho
nograph there? Who had planned this
thing?
Just then Graemantle entered the room.
$50 You are not asleep?' lie said, in
tone that meant more than the words.
Would You like to see her?''
Eva? All, Graemantle, think of itr'
said l. ITO see her would be life.''
He smiled. THE old life, Perhaps he
remarked. Not the new. Are you sure
the two viii agree? However, you shall
be gratified''
No shadows or make believeS'' l eau
toned him. NO kinetoscOpe or vltascope.
Give me the reality or nothing. But youcan-
not give it,"
calm, and realize facts. You, Gerald Be-
mis-, were not the only person vivificated at
the end of the nineteenth century,
For a moment my vanity suffered blow.
The distinction on which prided myself,
for which hadrisked Omuch, wassnatched
away from me. But there came swiftly a
more gracious thought: L see, see! You
saved Eva Pryor from death, also,-saved
her for me. How good OF the society
it was nobly thoughtful and sympa-
thetic"
Mo- he answered gently. Purely scien-
tific. our former committee did not want
to risk everything on one specimen
80 was u specimen inquired almost
wishing thatI had never entered the glass
cylinder.
Eva Pryor." lie went on, was in such
agony At your disappearance-for of course,
no one but the Society of Futurity knew
what had become of you-that we We're
compelled to give her the secret under
strict pledges and on condition that she,
too, would be vivificated.''
Then she is alive?'' 1 asked, my pulse
bounding.
''She is herer' Graemantle declared, in
| a resonant voice.
| Instantly the room w as filled with a soft,
| diffuSed electric light from unseen sources;
| and my mentor disappeared as though he
had been shadow. All my senses and
my nerves, my heart, my eyes, seemed TO
thrill and to be filled with the thought Of
! Eva. Itwas rs though / had been with her
| only an hour before, gazing into her mys-
| terious gray eyes, admiring the soft, ILsy
| apricot bloom on her checks, and willing
| into abiect despair at the Indifference of her
disdainfuily smiling lips. And, as this pic
ture of her came before me in thought,
! there she stood, her actual self, in the door
| way, gazing at me wistfully!
We rushed together. I don't know why;
| for our last conversation, thirty-siX hun
| dred months earlier, gave us no excuse for
| such an action. 1t was an instructive rush.
/ suppose. 1 loved her; and she seemed
to be possessed by a reflex supposition We
| embraced, as the surviving members of our
once young generation. But alas, real
| lied at the critical instant that for me ii
meant only this: My old love had gone
with the cid life and the nineteenth century.
On the other hand, there came upon me
with tremendous shock, a perception OF
the fact that Eva after this long interval
had developed oward me genuine end
ardent affection. Being woman, she a6
uie right to change her mind; but it had
taken her three hundred years Of sus-
pended animation to do it-and, unfortu
nately, I at the same time had changed
my mind, just the other way, which man
| has no acknowledged right to do
Dear, dear Gerald" she sighed, sobbed