The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1904-08-20
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have had only one experience In
telepathy," said the man, "but that
was strong one. | ran away from
home when l was a boy of nine. My
father was cruel to me, but | loved
my mother dearly. | got on ship
at the Brooklyn docks, bound for |
didn't know where. Eventually,
after much roaming, I landed at
Bombay, where | became printers
devil on small paper.
II was taken i'll there of fever, so
i'll that | thought ! was at the point
of death. That night it was very
hot, somehow | got out of bed and
stood at the lattice of the open
window.
THAT was some seven years after
| had run away from home, but I
had never once forgotten my mother.
She was my idol. ] prayed to her.
In my troubles / talked aloud to her,
and she must have heard me; for
though all the rest had long before
given me up for dead, she would
never believe it.
''Well, as I stood there I said to
her that I was sorry I had left her
and caused her SO much unhappiness.
That now that I was about to die, |
wanted her to understand that. l
wanted her to know, too, that had
always loved her.
Gust then it became a little light
in the east and there began to be
breeze, cooling the intensity of the
heat. | heard her voice at the same
time saying as plainly as I am talk
ing to you now:
"'You will not die
"Then it was as if she kissed me
as I stood there.
II got well and went home to her.
She told me the day and the hour
that I stood at the lattice in India
talking to her and her answer to me.
IT believe in such things" said the
Psychic Woman, "and also in the
nearness of the soul or spirit to earth
and loved ones Immediately after
death, particularly in the case of
those who die suddenly. Not long
ago friend, a young man, came to
see me. He was the wreck of him
self. His eyes were hollow, his face
haggard.
"What in the world has changed
YOU so [ asked him.
This, he answered. MY best
friend died suddenly and he has been
haunting me. I see him near me
always, and I wish he would rest in
his grave and quit haunting me-"
Il know all about that. | knew
man of such splendid physique that
you would have thought, to look at
him, that he would live forever. He
was taken with appendicitis and died
in three days.
Gle had beautiful auburn hair--a
splendid mass of it, as thick as could
be. He used to sit. when living, in
and the sunshine coming in at the
window made a soft fame of his
hair. I used to go to the head of the
stairs and watch him come up, his
fine hair cleaning in the dusk of the
stairway.
"For weeks after he died, when
ever | entered the room | could see
him in that chair with the sunlight
on his hair. Whenever / went out
and looked down the stairway, |
could see the shine of his beautiful
hair as he came UP. You may call
it nervousness or the effect of my
constant thought of him, but as for
me, I believe the spirit of him was
there.
Zone proof, to my mind, is this
story of an old manor house that be-
longed to an army officer who had
rented it and gone to India. The
house was in the suburbs of Lon
don. The officer had lost an arm.
"a girl whose father had rented
the manor house was stricken with
the kodak fever. She took pictures
of the house, one room after another,
until she had taken them all. Then
she took the films to a London pho
tographer to be developed and print
ed. After a week or SO she called
for them.
""They are very good said the
photographer, with the exception of
one that is little dim-the one of
the one-armed man who is sitting in
the library by the table
"'What one-armed man? she
asked in amazement. There wasn't
a single soul in any room when l
took the pictures. Not SOUL
"'There was man in the library,
reiterated the photographer, for here
is the picture of him.
"He brought out the picture of
the library, and there was the one
armed man sitting sadly there by the
table. Upon investigation it was
found that the owner of the house,
the one-armed army officer, had died
suddenly in India on the day on
which she photographed his home.
"Was there anything more natur-
al than that his soul should come
back on a visit to his old home the
moment it was freed from his body?
Or that my friends soul should
come back and visit me"
Cooks are often accused of want
of method, but the Aunt Dinah in
Howard Paul's new egg story is not
open to any such reproach. Invari-
ably when she put the eggs in a
saucepan she began singing Rock
of Ages" and sang through two
verses. Aunt Dinah," asked Mr..
Paul, "are there not three verses in
that hymn?' Oar is, massa, but /
sings only two when wants 'em
soft and three when | wants 'em
hard" His other egg story is good,
too. He was travelling on Penn