The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-07-18

my Could it be, ALL that CROPPED thru
% in spiritual blindness denying the existence
of phenomena which ready to prove their reality
The lady canvas seemed of middle age;
the lady white satin clad figure stood out
against dead black background, framed with tarr-
ished gold was of adorable youth and beauty.
Her gown 50 far as could judge was Of period
Nature wied, according to recognized fashion It
unbound and hung behind the slender form in dark
pillows that mingled with black background where
the freight struck sheen from the crest OF It's
richest waves.
In little hand carried small silver lamp
of ancient make which with the other she shaded in
such way the light shone thru the delicate fingers
until they became ros transparent 1t also touched the
face lovingly turning the dark eyes to stars
the lips a kiss incarnate
AS I gazed fascinated and mermerized, the figure
moved the frame and advanced towards me. I
could longer fancy it It real presence
real that u.s. spirit be in crude world Of
mortals.
had of fear My only dread was lest the
like the breaking of rainbow bub-
be leaving cheated and alone. But she nearer
moving noislessy as the wavering shadows
faint rustic of satin it brushed the
polished wood Of the uncarpeted floor.
till she had reached the foot of my bed did the
appartion Then, standing still, her eyes upon
mine the lips spoke.
"I have come" they murmured. in soft French ac-
cents "to warn you We are of the blood, and I
permitted for that reason to speak with YOU Oh.
my words, or I shall have visited you in vain
Return to England your ancestors is not
the home you. Only sorrow and disappontments lie
waiting here"
yVho are YOU beautiful lady?' I stammered,
French feeling unreal the ghost herself
my name was Cecile de Poytron. Now have had
place in this sad world for two centur
les count My mission tonight is to
trouble. Will promise soon to go back to
your home in England?
the tip of my tongue to say that would
risk all the limited at nysteriousys for the
sake of seeing her. would to again. but
still the dream-feeing strong upon me-a certain
cunning checked words She wished to leave the
CASTLE refused to do this for her beauty's sake
would strive to gain her ghosty ends by deny
ing sight of that beauty became subtle,
derng might have the of deceving spirit
be Intentions
and leave place where wish to stay said,
would certainly be thru arguments of yours,
Cousin Cecile. But do not easily change mind
it is made up; and had made it to stop here You
them explain why it will be unWlse for me to re-
MAN, = 1850.
tell you it is Is not that enough?" $50
* mo- my cousin from you it is not enough
Butt am unprepared with explanations. do not
If be permitted to unravel to you the mystery
of the future"
'Pray inquire then, of those who you to me-
ask you may speak, implored. words
left my lips, light of her silver lamp either
figure suddenly vanished. The effect
events, same longer
it taken shape before astonished
the light of the fire dead if spirit
presence had killed its failing warmth.
"Cecle!" I cried aloud
called again. but Silence alone replied Then still
utterly bewdered, got of bed and
laundering the unfamiliar knocking against
pieces of furniture until at last attained
four candles These lighted quickly inquir-
ing eyes towards the portrait the wall There it
had been when I first to the room-a faded
set in furnished frame; nothing
in the eyes, charm in the painted face.
There little sleep for during what left of