The herald., 1896-10-04

HA4ALD: SUNDAY NORM
the casa There are secrets that It = death
to carry. without . confession Of disgrace.
Here was one Of them. He was haunting
himself.
doctor. you understand my case. you
have studied the subject.I shall wish to see
you again. You said that you had reme-
dies."A
Ny. one remedy now is Change"
Il will 80 to Washington tomorrow.
am rich man; II I do not get better, will
you come to see me there?"
Eyes. will study the subject. will do
everything that can for you. think that
the soul can sometimes impress others at a
distance. Lord Byron when at Madras dream
ed that he was in London. where he met
certain friends. On his return to London
these friends told him that they had seen
him in London on that very day Of his
dreams. or the case was like that. You see
my meaning
This man was guilty Of moral murder.
None could cast stones at him for 1t; he
would cast stones at himself. He would
fulnll the old Jewish law in himself. A
man who betrays friend to crafty SELF
ish ambition has taken living death into
his heart.
Ghosts vanish in the eye Of those who
study neurology. An avenging law Of hid
den wrong doing appears In their stead.
had never met with q case so curious as
this; such case Of Judas-like betrayal. I
determined to follow It, not as q moralist.
but a. medical man.
We parted at the Ark. As stepped from
the carriage the fair girl Helen came up to
me, and said
"Auntie Placide. his mother. would Ike
! to speak with you. viii you come in?""
I entered the great rooms. The CUSTOM
ary meal or rather feast for the ''bearers''
and those who had rendered services at the
funeral was going on. There were sounds
Of hurry: a clattsr Of dishes: old people
moving about like shadows; young people
peeping timidly into the doors.
Helen led me to the widow.
"You are the new DOCTOR" said the latter
In q mild beautiful Huguenot tone II wish
to talk with you in private. feel that
need your help. VIII you come with me to
my room?"
followed her. She shut behind us the
door Of her room. and motioned me to a
chair.
doctor. Helen has comforted me. You
heard what she said at the grave.
But I have something else on my mind.
Perhaps you can make It clear. On the night
that my son died, when we did not think
that he was SO near his end, went into
his room to see II I could do anything for
him, and he was not there. felt greatly
alarmed and troubled, and went out into the
outhouses and fields to see II could find
him. When returned he was in his room,
lying on his bed. I went to him, and asked
him where he had been. He did not answer
6vDoctor, he was dead!"
h sha. Observation-Disclosures. he was dead.
What do you think 1t was?"
recalled the strange incident that the
nervous Congressman had told me.
\ II think, my dear woman, that he went
ont Into the night, and returned and laid
down, and died"
But he had no strength-he was very
wasted" AN
"A sudden mental impulse will give
strength to the dying"
N - Rpk kberetSould he have gone? He was
not on the premises when was looking for
him. Pa.
"He wen. out into the night. probably to
e - M Nh & II near to his heart. The
effort was the immediate cause Of his
| DEATH"
"Out into the night" she repeated after
me. "Out into the night to see something
nseSst e his heart! II Mr.. Grant had been
9aed1yArit might have been him." -
de8f woman, Helen has comforted
you, let me comfort you.He went out into
the night to do some last noble act; am
sure Of that. and 1t was that last impulse
that caused his heart to fail. You may rest
lssSf1 ana this ~ death was some how
came to Warren to live. How we'll I
recall the beautiful. bowery old place! the
sunny wharves! the Touisset road! the
rides to ths M Hope Lands in Bristol and
the shores of the Northmen's Rock! the
Margaret's Rocks in Swanzea! the old
churches with Welsh traditions! the nine
o'clock bell! the sea captains homes!
again and again met the serene mother
Of Placide.
| 4 She sAid u me one evening as we parted
under the great trees that line the Bristol
road
There never ceases to haunt me the mys-
sterys Of the night Of the death of my dear
boy Ihe outward world seems like play;
the hidden world is the true life whereof
we do not know. Where did my dying boy
60 that night! What though. inspired him,
what power came to him? I have found a
letter that he partly wrote, on the day that
ended all-it was full of the wish that he
could meet Congressman Grantv'
Months passed. Had 1t not been that mono
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