Connecticut western news., 1899-02-23
AN EXPERIMENT..

"Dr. McLare, you are crossing to- night?'' ..... ....
 Miss Maitland, is it possible that we may have the pleasure of travelling together?"
 Beneath the lamps of Liverpool street station they exchanged glance which suddenly illuminated the commonplace surrounding with flash of poetry and mystery-the eternal poetry, the un- fathomable mystery of love.
 Emily Maitland was tall, pale and fair; she was oolorless as some flowers are. but with the vigor of flowers, with their sweet distinctive personality. Her eyes were of blue, and she wore gray blue travelling dress which emphasized their radiance. The doctor felt himself absurdly foolish and romantic, for in spite of the hustling porters and shriek- ing trains he experienced in meeting her the persistent sensation of a twilight wood woven through with the blue of violets and stars. In appearance the doctor was anything but romantic; he was of the massive build, black haired and black bearded, robust mentally as we'll as physically; splendid head, that held the most intimate secrets of psychology; a dominant will that over- rode every obstacle. But in his student years at Guys the disease stricken women and children of the borough had learned to love his almost reverential tenderness, while his colleagues of to- day respected, though they did not all ways sympathize with, his overscrupu- lous conscientiousness.
 Fate, contrary to her reputation, had evidently planned this meeting with extreme kindness and forethought. She wished well to the young people and determined that the course of their true love should run smoothly. A journey gave scope for many unobtrusive atten- tions and would doubtless afford happy opportunity for the all important ques- tion If they reached Rotterdam without pledging of vows, fate, at least, was not to blame.
 CT thought" said Emily, as she set , tied herself among the cushions, "that I should have to travel alone. My maid was summoned into the country only this afternoon to see her mother, who is ill, and l do not join my brother till I reach The Hague
 ''It is more than a happy chance, !" said the doctor gravely, ''that I should happen to be crossing tonight. The con- ference at Amsterdam does not begin till the 18th, but I was anxious to visit some little Dutch hospitals and to do some little exploring among the dead cities of the Zuyder Zee"
 ''I am very glad you thus advanced your journey, said Emily. Ut is so very lonely travelling by oneself. What is the subject of your conference this year?"
 "It is to be meeting of brain special ists, replied McLare. We shall dis ouss chiefly the bearing of recent inves- tigations on hypnotism, animal magnet ism and kindred subjects. The world is quite unaware, I believe, how largely these actual if impalpable influences en- ter into its everyday life. But must not bore you with my medical chatter. Won't you close your eyes little and take rest? We are some distance yet from Harwich, and you look dreadfully tired. ''
 "I am dreadfully tired" said Emily. My poor maid went off in the greatest Huster and could not find where she had put any of my things There are disadvantages in having a maid, you see.
 Presently her eyes closed. Dr. Mo Lare took out the programme of the medical conference and began glancing over it. He was himself hypnotizer of no mean order. He possessed the power to a remarkable-nay, he some times thought, to dangerous-extent It Is dangerous to be able to influence mems thoughts and turn them in the direction you desire. The paper slipped from his hand. She lay, more like a flower than ever, in the yellow light. Her soft breath came regularly. She was asleep. Might he not send into her mind a dream of love- a dream all built up of violet color and violet odor, but with something of his own personality woven through it's structure? Might he not reveal his nobler. better self to her by whisper into her thoughts? The world only sees the trivial and poorer sides of men; the veil of the flesh not only hides, but distorts; she could never love him for his world self-the pros porous physician, the courted diner out. And yet she had seemed to care for him without the intervention of his sugges- tion What if all this time he had been axcrc,sine unconscious hypnotic influ-