Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-08-17

unseen world is anxious TO pass ous
and on TO the Nirvana Of the faithful
Yes" continued Mrs. ST. George. in
one OF my many previous lives | wa,
leopardess. | love to go To the park
and watch the leopards and tigers
great, splendid, tawny pets, think
they know | was one of them In my
reincarnation. Why"
Suddenly she stopped speaking, and
appeared TO be listening.
81 am not permitted TO say anything
more on that subject. How do | know
am instantly deprived Of the powe.
Of expression as much so as If a hand
was laid upon my lips. Indeed, that
has just been done by one of the
Brothers of Light
you mean some organization?'
eyes. They are the earth freed who
have passed on to the MahatmashiN
those who suffered cruelty here and are
now teaching and guiding. Jesus was
Brother of Light"
"Are you a Mahatma?' | inquired.
No. / am only a chela or student.
But | have progressed far enough to
live a dual existence. Like Peter lb-
betson. dream true like him, | fret
because all my life is not spent In the
astral body Do you know what is on
the other side of death, II We dream
true? Perfect peace and contentment'
with progress. ] know, because much
of my time Is passed there. ] am
ready to give this form ! now wear to
the cremationists while ! seek a higher
plane"
She opened a box that looked as III
IL al DAINTY qnnf foo
ton from dressmaker or milliner. 1t
was Hindu burial robe of yellow Grape
cloth. in which she win be cremated.
| A typical sash and bow Of yellow rib
| bon decorated the waiFt and one side.
You have no prejudice against cree
| nation"
mo, since one Of the tenets Of our
| faith is that the body is indestructble.
II burned, its ashes and gases rise to
| their destination and enter into some
new combination, If buried they esq
| cape through growth and bloom to their
| planet. The principle OF life cannot
| be destroyed. There will be transmu-
ton and change but not destruction"
Publishers are awaiting several yol-
umes of poems and essays which will
not be given TO the world until Mrs.
ST. George has passed on to that high
er plane toward which her feet are
steadfastly turned But she has had
her poems published in the newspapers
| and magazines OF every state In the
! Union. She receives no compensation
for these much-nuoted verses, for her
| husband does not wish his wfe's tall
ents to be exploited commercially. Mr.
st. George Is Of Spanish Mexican lin
cage, and is a near relative OF Presi-
dent Diaz, He is wealthy, and except
in this particular case places no res
trictions on his wife's literary or pro-
| gressive pursuits.
The poet Of the Sierras, Joaquin Mil
Ter, Is a great admlrer Of Mrs. ST.
| Georges verse and she Is the one wo-
man In literature whose portrait adorns
his cabin. His favorite among her
many subjects Is the enc here appended
She considers all her work inspirational.
and this one particularly so. I'm view Of
her former reincarnation as a leopard
ess:
CAPTIVES.
Pacing, pacing with tireless feet in your
narrow prison cage.
| Breaking your heart for your native
sands in the throe OF your fettered
rage,
While the gnawing. hungry, homesick
pain In your bosom never dies;
oh, desert-born set up as show for
the curious human eyes.
Captive queen Of tameless race with
the woe In your savage heart,
| feel your hopeless passionate woe in
my own breast stir and start
Dreaming still OF the burning plains7
Nay, break from the Ruthless dream.
And shake the bars Of your iron cell
with one wild. desert screaml
You are a tigress, 1.-THE and slim, and
! am the woman mold.
And both by the treacherous hand of
fate TO the prison OF time are sold.
1 could lay my head on your tawny
side, and you would listen and
know.