The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1908-01-16

ihAMf AT YHE BASEMENT DOOR.
INTO the office on business. He had q
dog with him, and do you know that |
seemed 70 recognize In that dog an old
and dear friend Of mine who died at
least ten years ago? Same eyes, same
mouth, same hopeless expression of
face. Why, rose out of my chair at
hrst sight OF him"
And theh you sat down again.. she
replied. Il expected you'd get back to
tlat nonsense again. It's only q few
months ago that you scared the cook
away by your talk about transmigra-
ton, telling her that she'd probably
turn into a cat when she died, and IL
we're you I'd let 1t alone. tell you it's
Il hosh."
gou call the theory of transmit
lon all bosh, do your he sharply
tsed IS he turned on her.
RidIculcs the Theory..
"Of course do. AT least 1t is the.
DRY SO Ear fetched that no sensible per-
son VIII waste any time over 1t. Let
us talk about something else. I was
reading today that big money could
be made by starting huckleberry
swamps."
Never you mind about that Mrs.
BoWser, Let the huckleberry business
take care of itself. The question be-
fore us Is, What becomes of our souls
when the breath leaves the body? Do
You care whether your soul passes into
the body Of dog or u dove? III You
don't, 1t Is something to me what be-
comes Of mine. don't banker to come
back to earth as hippopotamus or an
alligator You call the theory of trans
migration all bosh, and vet It Ia gain
Ing ground every day, and millions OF
people believe in It."
'Well, IL they want to believe In
such rubbish let them go ahead"
There you go again.! Rubbish? Rub-
Dish! BY what right do you cail the
belief OF at least billion people rub
bishf There Is either good foundation |
Tor this belief or else all these people
are fools. How can you say what be- |
comes of your soul after deathY' /
And how can your" she aueried.
i can't exactly, and vet when look
into the face of a dog from Troy and
recognize the features of a dear old
playmate who died In Kalamazoo
many years ago 1t goes, to convince me
that there is more In the theory than
ever accepted
I trust your dear old playmate was
Well and that you enjoyed his call.
pa you mention that you used to play
ball and hopscotch with him? Did
you ask how he liked being Troy dog
for change? Did he seem to also rec
ognlze your"
"sneering already. That's you all
over. | never set out to talk with YOU
on any matter of deep interest unless
you try to bellttle 1t. Woman. right
here and now | boldly announce my
self as transmigrationist of the deep.
ast dye, and II You have got any sense
y your head | can prove the theory
n ten minutes. Yes, can do Il in
me. Look at that cat, will your"
The family feline had been out ON
he fence walloping other felines and
showing VINO was boss, but had come
y with look of innocence and mod
's,g on her face and was sitting ND on {
he hearth rug. Mrs. Bowxer regarded .
Ter for moment and then observed: /
Its our old cat, right enough"
Yes, IT'S our old cat, and who does I
he remind YOU Of? By thunder. but ]
; strange that never remarked the
eness before! Mrs. Bowser, as true I
you live, the soul of your sister /
tannah' who died three years ago.
9s passed into that cat! Look at her. 9
say! If that isn't Hannaii's expres.
lon to dot, then III eat my hatr'
Saw Relative In Cat
Nonsense! You must be crazy. She
'olis like any other cat, and that's all !
lere is to 1t. You can see what silly !.
lings your theory leads to. It's = !
lame to compare her to Hannah" !,
And YOU see no resemblance?" he :
ked. "You can't see that she sits J
ere with her chin cooked up just as :
annah used to after I had told her .
at she shouldn't climb fences snd :.
i over on the grass? :,
No, sir, | can't, and ! want you to :,
It making such comparisons. :
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