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BY MRS. NJ. L. RAYNE.

termlneS our future lives for good Or
III. Nothing more curious and COM
pick than the forging of that chain
from impossible links to round out the
circle of destiny in its full evolution.
Let not the iconoclast shatter our be-
lief in miracles. They are accomplish
ed every day.
When Joseph Breen registered at the
Great Northern and was given room
507 for the night he expected to go to
Dekalb, Ill. the following day. There
was no earthly reason why he should
change his mind and go to Detroit,
Mich, instead, town he had never
visited and which was not included in
his business route, while a number of
his regular customers lived in Dekalb
and were expecting to give him liberal
orders for spring goods
Joseph Breen was a practical, steady
fellow, who had worked himself into a
good position and knew how to take
care of himself He was single because
he had never yet met the one girl who
was to charm him into marriage. He
longed for a home of his own, but the
first preliminary wife-was lacking.
Given that, ne would have all things
else.
Quite accidertally-is there anything
accidental in this strange life of ours
he had stumbled on some volumes
Of tranScendental philosophy, stories
of hypnotism and suggestion, and had
become much interested in those eX-
detrimental sciences which are only a
snare and delusion when applied with
out an understanding Of the laws that
govern them. Joseph Breen fell easily
into the receptive state, where his will
became plastic as wax, and he fit sub
iect for any unprincipled hypnotist into
whose power he might drift. At this
juncture destiny took matters il her
own hands, using as an instrument an
Obtuse hotel porter.
When Breen retired that night-after
a liberal dose of his usual eVeH.lg
literature-he slept seundly and tran
gully, balancing on the edge of either
world after the manner of dreamers,
and with no nightmare of early rising
or call for train nhis mental con-
seriousness.
But another traveller had registered,
whose number was 706. He had asked
particularly to be called at 5 a. IA, as
he was to take an early train. He
emphasized his order for a call with
the remark or command: When you
call me remind me that l must take the
6: As train for Detroit, Mich.-that will
fetch me-
The clerk promised to attend to the
Eatter, and before going eff duty TN
the morning impressed the nature OF
the call" on the mind of q sleepy por.
ter, who at the hour specified raped
loudly at the door of COZ.
Get upl" he yelled; 'you're-booked-
for-the-Detroit-na train
6:45."
Joseph Breen pulled open the door.
you've got the wrong number he
said quietly.
You're 6G7, amt you?"
YES"
And you left a call for the Detroit
mail and express? If you don't hustle
you'll be left. You're going to Detroit,
Mich. It's dewm with the CALI
AL right
Breen closed his door and hurried
into his clothes. He went down TO the
office, paid his bill and left witheut
waiting for his breakfast, deeidtng
that he would get his coffee at the de-
pot if he had time. He was controlled
by the suggestion that he was going to
Detroit, and neither resisted nor won
dered. He was a subject of uncon-
scious hypnotism.
At the depot an obscure remembrance
came to him that some remote rela-
tiVes lived in Detroit, and he sent q
wire to an uncle in st. Paul asking that
their address be forwarded to him al
that point. And on the way he won
dered vaguely what sort of people they
were, and if he should care to know
them, and decided that he would in
vestigate before making himself
known. And all the time another link
was forging in his strange chain OF
circumstance.
1t was an ideal railroad trip, that
days stolen ride-fOod to tempt an cpl
| cure, flowers to gladden. the eye and an
| atmosphere of repose that lulled still
deeper the vague influence that had d.
| Verted Joseph Breen from his project
| ed journey, other places and his bust.
ness interests. Dominated by this new
power, he found ecstacy instead of i'm.
patience in waiting, and so gave him
| self up completely to an indefinite feel
| ing of being guided through safe and
| pleasant paths to some fortunate end
And, feeling elated at the prospect, h
passed with the crowd through thG
! long, well-lghted station to the en-
trance gate which opened into the de
pot. There friends were awaiting some
| of the passengers. AS Breen passed
| through, a tall. handsome young wo
man, fashionably CARRIED, laid a detain
| iEgg hand On his arm.
SIS this Cousin Joe?" she asked
| pleasantly Pardon mel" said tht
young man, lifting his hat, I'm afraiC
you are mistaken. My name is BTeen.
why, of course-Cousin JOSEPH
Breen-you have the family features
Besides, Uncle Joe telegraphed US yol
were coming. Mother is waiting in tn
carriage-she will be glad to see you.
And you?" he was locking into tn
sparkling face, beaming welcome. witt
new sensation Of interest and admir-
ation.
Cousin Edna Breen. Step right int;
the carriage Mother, here is our new
relation-Cousin joe"
In a few minutes the young man wa
wh<ling through the smooth avenue
Of the beautiful town, accepting as
matter Of course the honors that ha
been thrust upon him and wonderini
to himself at times did he wake Or wa
he dreaming At all events, he wa