The Yale expositor., 1897-02-05

Il also know that mind-reaulnS VIII III
time become as commonplace as con-
yersing by means of spoken and writ
ten words is now. To be sure, | am
mot such stanch advocate OF idealism
as to assert that our bodies exist J"
Imagination only, but do belieY~ tHst
mind is far more powerful tha1 a-sl:'
ter. 1t has always seemed very strange
to me, Mr.. Hay" she added, tentative
ly, that you should be so practical. l
have always supposed that an artist
should have en- exceedingly vivid
Imagination"
II am not entirely devoid OF It," he
retorted, bitterly; but exercise COM
mon sense more than anything else.
Besides, l am not Raphael nor a Mu-
rillo. Perhaps If l were / should be
something of an anomaly with their
powers of vision-seeing allied to my
decided practically. But am only
commonplace illustrator, capable OF
earning a good salary, and l never ex-
pect to be anything else, because 1t
isn't in me- I'm too practical. But l
am pretty true to nature, and l think,
Miss Pearson, that If you will give
fellow a fair show | could illustrate
your story as we'll as any one"
But she was obdurate to all his APP
peals. 49,
Don't argue with me or try to
change my views" she said. This is
no mere whim. On the contrary 1t is
serious matter. | decided upon these
conditions years ago. If you cannot
| do as / have suggested We are not hit
ted for each other"
1t was the most difficult problem
which Clarence Hays practical mind
! had ever been called upon to solve.
There were times when he had serious
| doubts of Miss Parsons sanity, and
had she been a less attractive woman
he would have abandoned all hope OF
winning her and left her to find some
body else TO do her illustrating. But
whenever he began TO consider that
course Of action the valves OF his
heart contracted with a sudden spasm
of desolation, and he would once more
begin cudgeling his brain for a posi-
Bile clew to the theme of her story. He
hunted up every old magazine and
newspaper in which she had ever had
anything published and read her work
carefully, in the hope Of thereby gain
ing some idea of what might natural
ly be expected of her. But she mad
J, written in many veins and he might
as we'll have tried to read a solution
! in the stars as in the printed pages
wherein she mirrored the state OF her
mind in the days gone by. Besides, in
none Of them was there visible trace
of the belief in the supernatural that
had characterized their last converse
ton, and the theories then expressed
left him more mystified as to her prob
able subject than anything else could
have done.
She had stipulated that at the end
of a month he should have come to her
with his drawings. Then they were
to read her story and examine the pic
lures together If each was the COM
plement of the other she would marry
him as soon as he wished. Three
weeks of the allotted time had passed
away and Clarence Hay had fretted
and fumed himself into mere shadow
of his former robust self, but with all
his worrying and specializing no wan
dering-shaft from her high train OF
thought had pierced his obtuse brain.
He studied out a plot every night in
his dreams, but they were all differ
ent, and when il came to selecting one
from such heterogeneous mass OF
fancies his predicament was as woeful
as though his slumber had been vision
less. He was about to go TO her and
explain that as mindreading was not
his forte his was hopeless case, and
that in the name of justice she ought
to be lenient and rescind her unreason-
able decree.
But just at that time he received an
inspiration.
On the last day of the month he pre-
sented himself before Miss Pearson
with five drawings which were, he fat
tered himself, the best he had ever
made during his career as an artist
She read her story. 1t was a graphic
description of Syrian life in the slums
of a large city and was unique and
strong in conception and execution
Then he showed his pictures. They
also illustrated Syrian life in the slum:
of a large city.
She looked at him admiringly.
Never before" she said, have
had an article furnished with such ap
propriate illustrations. You are the
man whom Providence intends me t.
marry"
Her admiration and affection were
very sweet. but there was large dose
of gall and NORWOOD mixed with
Clarence Hays draught of honey.
Miss Pearson" he said, as he wa!
getting ready to go. II haven't beer
: honest with you. | love you too mucl
to impose upon you. There was nj
} telepathic correspondence between
i your mind and mine to prove that an
your affinity. l came by knowledge il
I a very material way. Read this let.
ter which | received week ago."
{ He handed her square sheet o
, white paper and she read aloud:
: "Mr. Hay: Miss Pearson has finished