The Newark journal., 1906-07-06

insect rose, Struck the edge or the mpshade-Hapley heard the ping" and vanished into the shadow.
 In a moment Hapley had whipped of the shade, so that the whole room was illuminated. The thing had dis appeared, but soon his practiced eye detected it upon the wallpaper near the door. He went toward it, poising the lampshade for capture. Before he was within striking distance, however. it had risen and was fluttering round the room.
 The third time he overturned the lamp, which very luckily. went out. Hapley was left in the dark. With start he felt the strange moth blun- der into his face.
 It was maddening. He had no lights. If he opened the door of the room the thing would get away. Tn the darkness he saw Hawkins quite distinctly, laughing at him. Hawkins had ever an oily laugh. He swore furiously and stamped his foot on the floor
 Hapley very suddenly decided to give up the moth and go to bed. But he was excited.
 Then he found the moth crawling over his counterpane. He sat on the edge of the bed in his shirt sleeves and reasoned with himself Was 1t pure hallucination? He knew he was slipping, and he battled for his sanity with the same energy he had formerly displayed against Paw kins So persistent is mental habit, that he felt as if i. were still strug gle with Hawkins. He was well versed in psychology. He knew that such visual illusions do come as a result of mental strain. But the point was, he did not only see the moth, he had heard it when it touched the edge of the lampshade, and afterward when it hit against the wall, and he had felt it strike his face in the dark.
 It was a dim, gray night; an almost unbroken sheet of watery cloud was sweeping across the moon. and the hedge and trees in front of the house were black against the pale roadway.
 Hapleys landlady, hearing strange noises. looked out of her window and saw Hapley, like a ghost in his shirt and white trousers. running to and fro in the road and beating the air. Now he would stop. now he would dart very rapidly at something invisible, now he would move upon it with stealthy strides.
 Mrs. Colville," said Hapley, calling down the staircase next morning. T hope I did not alarm you last night"
 You may sell ask that!" said Mrs. Colville
 The fact is, am sleep-walker. There is nothing to be alarmed about, really. I am sorry I made such an ass of myself I will go over to Shore ham, and get some stuff to make me sleep soundly."
 Halfway over the down, by the challIpits, the moth came upon Hapley again. He went on, trying to keep his mind upon chess problems, but it was no good. The thing fluttered into his face, and he struck at it with his hat in self-defense. Then rage, the old rage-the rage he had so often felt against Pawkins-came upon him again. He went on, leaping and strik- ing at the eddying insect. Suddenly he trod on nothing and fell headlong.
 There was a gap in his sensations. and Hapley found himself sitting on the heap of stones in front of the opening of the chalkpits, with leg twisted back under him.
 Late that night, after his broken leg was set, he was feverish. He was lying fiat on his bed, and he began to run his eyes around the room to see if the moth was still about. He tried not to do this, but it was no good He soon caught sight of the thing resting close to his hand. by the night-light, on the green table cloth. The wings quiyered. With a sudden wave of anger he smote at it with his fist, and the nurse woke up With shriek He had missed it.
 That mothi" he said and then, ''it was fancy. Nothingi'
 All the time he could see quite clear ly the insect going around the cGrnice and darting across the room, and he could also see that the nurse saw noth- .e-,-z