Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1901-11-23
MY OTHER SELF
BY w. j. Hend0rpon.

ideal into coherent thought But il WAS
or this evening as ii had ever been
with him since he had attained a
realizing age-he could feel the pulsa-
ton of grand thoughts. but he was I'M
able to give them a living body. His
work was now, as ever. fragmentary-
incoherent-bright flashes which glow
ed for an instant on the face of chaos.
revealing only forrnless things. seq
ments which could never be Joined in
to the perfect circle of a concrete
thought.
Worn out and discouraged. he threw
himself on his bed and sank into a
feverish slumber. from which he awak-
ened to see standing before him a form
more beautiful than any of those IA
diant creatures who had been born as
the ideal of his fancy. The presence
seemed surrounded by soft radiance
which Illuminated the chamber. Al
though the visitant was well defined.
wearing the form of a young maiden
clothed in trailing white garments. yet
it possessed an ethereal character. as
though spirit, and not matter, actuated
its movements.
There seemed a command for Parker
Milton in the presence. which impelled
him to arise and seat himself at the
table where the tablet he had thrown
down in despair after his last attempt
to give expression to his inner being
lay open.
Then for hours he wrote the words
dictated to him by his fair visitor. Al
though she spoke no audible words.
yet his consciousness seemed to feel
the dictation, and his hand transcribed
the words which became the rounded
and sublimated expression of his
hearts ideal.
When the work was completed, an
overpowering lethargy controlled his
faculties, and. despite his efforts, Mil
ton fell asleep, his head resting on the
tablet whereon he had written.
When he awoke, the bright light of
day was shining around him. and he
would have thought the events of the
night dream We're it not for the close
ly written tablet which lay before him.
on which he found inscribed clearly.
beautifully. all the hinges which he
to express.
At first the work seemed too sacred
to submit to others, but the thought
that it was a message, through him, to
all the Borrowing children of earth, i'm
PEELED Parker Milton to give his writ
ing publication.
Never was message given to the
world before which spoke more direct
ly TO the hearts of men or with greater
power than this book. Honor and fame
crowned its author.
Many letters reached this author in
relation to his book, many expressions
of joy and thanks for his message,
which had illumined the dark path of
life for the writer. One morning as he
sat in his study he was strangely i'm
pressed by the appearance of dainty
gray envelope directed in clear
strong. although evidently female
hand. Quickly opening this letter, its
contents seemed like breath from the
inspiration which had been his guide
on the night when his book was writ
ten.
There was no hesitation on the part
of Milton in seeking his correspondent.
Her letter gave her address in dis
tant city: but. although the width of
the continent separated them, he only
took time to gather a few necessary
articles in small satchel before he
started on the long journey required
to reach the residence of the object of
his quest.
When Maud Arlington entered the
room where he waited her response to
his card. it hardly seemed a surprise
TO Milton to see in her the image of
that form in the illumination of whose
presence the shackles had fallen from
his mind.
There was no formal greeting be-
tween these two, for each recognized
in the other the missing segment of the
complete circle of a perfect life.
In this their first meeting held in
physical form they found true the
fact, which held good through all their
subsequent association, that in each
mind was born the fragment of a
thought which only became the per
feet image when Joined together. Ell
Their mind alone produced nothing com
plete. while their joint production was
perfect song of beauty and power.
As they sat hand in hand she told
him how from her earliest recollections
she had felt the inspiration of thoughts
she could never give expression: that
on the particular night when he re-
ceived his inspiration she had sat alone
endeavoring TO master the ideal and re
duce it to her will until, exhausted.
she seemed to fall into a deep sleep
or trance: that then her mind seemed
freed from her body. and, directed by
an irresistible force, she was led TO his
chamber: that her thought seemed to
join with his and find in that union the
power of expression unattainable be
fore. When she awakened, she could
remember as dream his face. but
could never recall the images which
had been embodied in the composition /
OF her trance until she read his book. t