The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-02-07

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Mary, upon receipt of my letter, hat
gone to the house at once. She hat
taken up every rug, hung the portieres
on the line in the back yard, and wa!
preparing to wax the floor. In hel
hurry she heated the parafine, which
she was in the habit of using on the
floor, over the gas burner of the kitchen
stove. 1t was in a shallow pam Ir
taking the pan off the parafine ignited
and splashed over her. The catas.
trophe which followed was horrible;
so horrible that even now I cannot bea1
to think of it.
Il went to her home There was
the bare floor of my dream the iron
bedstead and Mary lying on it, he1
hands bandaged with white cloths. A
comfortable covered her poor, charred
body. Strange to say, her face and
mead had not been burned. Her hair
lay on the pillow just as l had seen it
in my dream, and her features wore a
look that was almost calm, produced
by the drugs that had been given her
to alleviate her sufferings The thing
haunted me until / was on the verge
of nervous prostration, and to make
matters worse, my friends swarmed
about me relating similar incidents
until the whole world seemed on fire
and filled with poor, screaming Great
ures fleeing from the flames. When,
later, 1 gave up the house, was glad.
For me it was filed always with ter
rible visions of the burning woman
1t appeared that the subject of pre-
sentiments was a special hobby with
| the grey-eyed woman.
1T Is a common thing with me-" she
continued, ''to write to a friend with
whom I am in sympathy and to receive
a letter from him written on the same
day, often at the same hour, in which
he discusses precisely the same sub
| ject that / have discussed in my letter
to him. In some mysterious way our
minds have crossed the realm Of space
| dividing us and communed together.
Also, l have time and again dreamed
| of places I have never seen, visited
them afterwards and been reminded of
my dream.
Strange things, seemingly trivial,
constantly happen to me. / have lit
! tie girl at boarding schpol, The other
day. on my way home, I'passed a shoe,
/ store and stopped to look in the win
dow, thinking that it was about time
! for Sis-I call her Sis-to be sending to
me for shoes When I got home there
was a letter waiting for me. 1t was
! from Sis. She said her shoes were worn
| to tatters, and she must have another
pair. 1t quite startled me, though I
eli CT M led
she had written without asking me for
something or other. I should have
been afraid she had fallen suddenly
ILL.,"
A fair young woman with hair of
Titan shade, commonly called red, be-
gan to tell her story. She was widow.
Her black gown beautifully accumulated
the pearlness of her skin.
when my husband was ill.," she said,
II took care of him myself, sitting up
with him night after night, Just about
dawn on the day before he died, ex-
hausted from the want of sleep, I
dropped off into doze I dreamed
then that | stood at the food of a long
fight of stairs. He was halfway up
and was trying to follow him. Try as
I would I could not; but looking UP I
saw woman standing at the head Of
the stairs holding out her hand to him.
'He YEARLY mounted the remaining
steps, took her hand and they disap-
peared together. l called to him to
wait for me. but he seemed not to listen.
He did not turn his head. | sank at
the foot of the stairs weeping. l awoke
convulsed with sobs. He was so very
i'll that | did not tell him Of my dream,
but later in the day he told me of his.
Just at dawn-my dream was at dawn,
you see--he said his mother came to
him and held out her hand. She was at
the head, he said, of a long flight Of
stairs. He climbed the stairs, took her
hand and went with her somewhere, he
could not tell where exactly, but it was
along road into very beautiful coun-
try That night he went the way of his
dream"
"a dream has no business to fore
shadow DEATH" said quiet little
woman over in one corner who had not
yet spoken. Death comes to us soon
enough, and brings with it enough of
sorrow A dream should do some real
SOUu OICG III IL Wlllle, anu
know of one that did, 1t revealed a
secret to woman which she long be-
fore should have known, a secret which,
through the mistaken kindness of
friends, wife is always the last to
know. One night her husband, coming
home very late, as was his CUSTOM
reused her from this dream. She sat
up in bed, rubbed her eyes open and
told it to him. She laughed as she told
it.
You can't guess what I have been
dreaming she said. I thought / cav
wide stairway, curious stairway of
some sort of apartment house, and then
a room furnished with a little suite of
oaken furniture. There were lace cur
tans at the windows. These curtains
were traced in a pattern of Ivy leaves.
There was cheval bureau in one cor
ner with drawers UP the side and long
narrow glass, and you stood in front |
of this glass arranging your necktie. I |
could see the back Of your head and |
your face in the glass. You looked |
cross"
Her husband turned white. He |
must have fancied she was half witch, |
for she had described the room he had |