The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-09-08
A STUDENTS LOVE.

marry the vito he did was always a mys-
terry to me. He was country boy of fair
ability when he came to Chicago to study
medicine, but there was nothing brilliant
to distinguish him from score of other
students. His wife, on the other hand, had
been one of the society buds Of the city,
was the daughter of one of the wealthiest
and proudest men in Chicago, and hos he
ever had even chance to win her could
not understand.
When first met him, however, they had
been married several years and he was on
the road to reputation as q physician.
With his wife's fortune at his command
there was no need to follow his profession,
but he did SO for the love of it. Bradford
would have been physician still IL on
deserted island with no one near to prac-
tice on So he worked as faithfully as if
his bread and butter depended upon it,
and, as said, was on the road to repu-
tation.
Our relations developed from that Of
physician and patient to that of friends,
and my daily visits for advice were con-
tinued long after there was any need Of
1t, and, indeed, long after ever thought
oI asking OF ne OF giving any.
One evening after we had been acquaint-
ed u year or more he told me about his
early life and his struggles to become a
physician, and that set me to wondering
about his wife. But it was long time
before he spoke to me about her. When he
did, 1t was as we were driving home from
the medical college from which he had
graduated and in which he was now deliv-
ering lectures once week l had seen his
carriage in front and waited for him.
He did not look or act like himself that
day, and as we drove home he told me
why. Strange as such u confession would
be coming from such an experienced ply
stefan, he had been unnerved ut the sight
of the body Of young woman on the dis
secting table.
"Come In to dinner" he said as we
drew up at his home, land after dinner we
will go into the office and l will tell you
why no amount of experience can accustom
me to the dissecting table when the sub
ject is young woman"
l accepted the invitation, and after q
dinner served in irreproachable style we
shut ourselves up in his office, or rather
his study, as his office was down town,
and while smoking our after dinner cigars
he told me the story Of his life say the
story of his life, because the way in which
he won his wife was the great event Of his
life.
II have no doubt but that you have
often wondered how I, o poor medical stu
dent, ever came to marry the daughter Of
Henry Arnold" he began his story with.
l nodded assent, and he continued:
a 10 n 7
not able to give unimpeachable testimony
to its truthfulness l would not dare tell it
even to you, so certain am l that most peo-
pie would set me down us an Ananias.
"The first year that was in the medical
college l secured position as nurse in one
of the hospitals, both for the knowledge to
DO gained and for the money it brought
me. 1t was there that first saw Edith
She came quite regularly to bring flowers
to the patients, and we always exchanged
a few words. She was so kind, so sweet,
so gentle with the sick that no one seeing
her going from cot to cot could help ad-
miring her. did more-I loved her. But,
as you may imagine, any hope of making
her my wife was entirely out of the ques-
ton. 1t was condescension enough that
the daughter of the wealthy Arnold should
visit the sick in public hospital. Itwould
have been madness to have thought for
moment that she would ever become tho
wife of Il penniless medical student
II am surprised that she did even that
much, l remarked as he paused in his mar
rative as if the recollection of those days
We're too pleasant to be hastily passed over.
Wealthy girls are not usually found car
rying flowers to hospitals.
"That is true, but my wife is an excep- |
tional woman" he replied, with a min
Cling of love and pride in his voice.
'After several months she one week |
failed to pay her customary visit, and |
was wretched The next week she did not |
appear, and then made inquiries concern |
Ing her. She was very i'll was the news |
received. Ten days later heard that she
was dead, and the lay after attended her
funeral and followed the body to the ceme-
terry and saw it inferred in the family vault.
~ should have told you that for several
years had been interested in telepathy
and kindred subjects. You know was
quite old when l entered the medical
rs during the first term.
These studies had resulted in my becoming
/ firm believer in the theory that one mind
he distance The night after the funeral
If Edith went to my room and sat down
o make an experiment wilder and weirder
han any had ever read.
1T was an attempt to bring to me by
he exercise Of my will power the spirit Of
ny loved one, if such thing were posi-
lie. In life we had been UNNECESSARILY
Il MI ~ hnf al IN |
which she had gone the conditions which
'ad bound lis would no longer exist She
would see my love, which had been con-
ealcd when we not and at last would not
10 angry even If she cared nothing for me.
20 | reasoned
"Now you are thinking of me as spir-
tualist, but | am not and never was.
M only firm believer In the power of
mind over mind and matter And that
light l merely desired to put to use tho
principles that would have been used in
Working uEon living person If could
influence ono in the flesh why could not
NJ who should lie more sensitive to such
influence because freed from the body9
The first thing 70 he tlono was to find
ny loved ones soul. | leaned back in my
hair and began mental search, but my
mind was strangely refractory, it seemed
0 me, could not keep it from the sad
vents Of the day. Iagaiu saw the coffin
n the church as the burial service was
ung and fol- wed it step by step to tho
emetery and tho vault. l believe now
hat | must have been in some kind Of
ntaleptic state, but l did not realize it
hen. The whole funeral passed before me
1 US vivid manner US II were witness
lg it again.
But was not entirely dissatisfied with
,ysclf, for l thought, perhaps that in
for the spirit Of Edith it might
OF be amiss to follow her dear body. For
'ho knows? 1t may be true, as ancient
gends tells us, that the soul fingers