The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1898-10-30

He spent many hours beating ssa flGa5 at the the
minds of Mr.. Vincent anu il he rnIised NJ h.
| his efforts. But the language that might
| convey his situation to these ne HieiPers
! across the gulf he did not know, ms lee
| HE fingers groped vainly ana poWeFlessly
| in their brains. Once, indeed, as we nave
| already told he was able TO tu IN Mt h
! Vincent aside from his path, SO Ihdt nc
| encountered the stolen body IN ltS care
but he could not make him und ls.l,s
| the thing that had happened, ne ~ ho9 uI-
abIe TO draw any help from thaI en-
counter. All through these hours
| the persuasion was overwhelming IN M Mr:
Bes9@6ss mlhd b bRaf its furious tenant ana
| he would have to remain in this shadoW
ferevernnore. SO that those long hours
were a growing agony or rear Az 4NeI
w he hurried to and fro in his ineHectuaI
Excitement innumerable spirltS oi Cudt
world about him mobDed MN anu ~ Oo or
fused his mind. And ever an en s l. aP-
nIandine multitude poured after their
successful fellow as he went upon MS
glorious career. - -, +bo 1ifa
| of these bodyless things of TINS WorlQ
| that is the shadow of our WORM a1to 81
they watch, coveung a way ny 5000 q ID &c
body in order that they may a5sC It 10, 90
| f,1ries and frenzies, as the Vloieuc lus!s
| and mad strange impulses, relolclI5li tSs- IN
the body they have won. + o IL, ~ in that
| place Witness the fact that ne me- LIZ ~ -
| one and afterward several shtsoo"2. 49,, "
me
| had lost their bodies even IT may pe De-, .1S ne
! had lost his and wandered despair1ng IN
| that lost world that Is nelther ne t Ioa
| death They could not Spedh Pc 80 80
| that world is silent, yet he knew them Tor
! men. because of their dim human poules
and because of the sadness OF t tit1 rI5
| he could not tell, nor where the Doqles
| they had lost might be, whether they
| still roved about the earth, or WhetheT
| tbay were closed forever in death against
| return. That they were the spirits OF the
| dead neither he. nor l belleve. BpI III.
| Wilson Paget thinks they are the ra-
| tional souls of men who are lost In mad
| ness on the earth.
| At last Mr.. BesseI CHANGED upon a place
| where a: little crowd of such disembodled
| silent creatures was gathered, and thrust
| ing through them he saw below bright
| ly lit room and four or five quiet gentle-
| men and a woman, stoutlsh woman
| dressed in black alpaca, and sitting aWk-
| wardly in a chair with her head thrown
| back He knew her from her PORTRAITS
| to he Mrs. Bullock. the medium. And he
| perceived that tracts ana structures ~
her brain glowed and stirred as ne h&o
| seen the pineal eye in the brain OF Mr.
Vincent glow. The light was, very tttful;
| sometimes it was broad illumlnaton.
| and sometimes merely talnt lWlhsnc
| spot and it shifted slowly about her
| brain She kept on talking and Writing
with one hand. And Mr.; Bessel saw Ii,z,
the crowding shadows OF men ABOUT I,,, nm,
! and a great multitude of the shadoW
spirits of that shadowy land, were an
| striving and thruSting to touch the hguL5
| ed regions OF her Drain. ~ JIG Se'4AAc~
| her brain or another was thrust away;
| her voice and the writing OF her mana
| changed. So that what she sald WdS uI9
| orderly and confused for the 1nosL pal -
| now a fragment of one souls message,
| and now a fragment OF anotheI ,, a 41
| now she babbled the insane tancles o. Ii9
| snfrfts of vain desire. Then Mr.. BeSsel
| understood that she spoke for the splIlC
| that had touch of her, and he began 70
| struggle very furiously toward her; BuS
he was on the outside of the, crowd and
at times he could not reach her, and al
last growing anxious he went away 70
find what had happened meanWhlle "
For a long time he went to and fro
seeking it in vain and tearing tu sd -
IT at the bottom of the shaft in Baker
street Writhing furiously ana curslnS
with pain Its legs ana 6v an Its af fan -i More
over the evil spirit was angry. because ms ms
time had been so short and because OF IIl9
pain-making violent HONeAIeAASS 0'1~
And at that Mr. BesseI returned with
redoubIed earnestness to the room where
| The seance was going on, and so soon as
he had thrust himself within slgnt OF IH9
| place he saw one of the men VINO stoo4
! as if he meant that the seance ShouId
! presently end. At that a great hunnoeL
of the shadows who had beeR SLLIo1his
But the thought that the seance was al
most over only made Mr.. Bessel the more
earnest and he struggled so stoutly with
his will against the others that presently
he gained the woman S BRAIN 1t cnancen
| that Just at that moment 1T gloWed very
| brightly and in that instant she wrote the
message that DIR. Wilson Paget preserved.
And then the other shadows and the cloud
of evil spirits about him had thrust Mr..
Rissel away from~fler and for all the rest
Of the seance he could regain her no
more. .,,
the long hours at the bottom of the shaft,
where the evil spirit lay In the stolen
| body it had manned, writing and cursing
and weeping and grooming and learning
the lesson of pain. And toward dawn the
thing he had waited for happened, his
. brain glowed brightly and the evil spirit
came out, and Mr.. Bessel entered the
body he had feared he should never enter
again. AS he did so the silence, the brood
; ing silence, ended, he heard the tumult
of traffic and the voices of people over
head, and that strange world that is the
shadow of our world. the dark silent
shadows of desire and the shadows of lost
men vanished clean away.
He lay there for the space of about
three hours before he was found. And in
spite of the pain and suffering of his
wounds and Of the dim, damp place in
2 which he lay, in spite of the tears wrung
from him by his physical distress, his
heart was full of gladness to know that
he was back once more in the kindly
world of men.
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