The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1908-10-09

cheap shirt 10 not . very complicated
piece Of work. and your mind has
dwelt 80 much on shirts and shirt-mak.
Ing that you have grasped the essen.
tials Of the trade" &
The patient inclined his head grave.
ly. II hope It is no worse"
1T might aid me did I know your
views in this matter" observed tho
physician.
The other did not speak at once, and
when he did it was with curious hes
itancy. MY Views, I fear, are as
strange as my sickness. This nightly
labor seems so real, 80 actual, that
I believe" he broke OF suddenly
and questioned: Doctor, do you think
It possible that mans astral body
I mean that part Of him which is finer
than flesh and blood yet not SO fine as
spirit-could leave the physical body,
toll in a sweatshop all night making
shirts, to return to that physical body
in the early morning, and when the
dream?'
The physicians face had grown very
thoughtful. go on" he said.
IF a mans spirit, after he is dead,r
is able to move tables and chairs,
may not his astral body, while he is
alive, have the physical power-en-
ergy--stamina-or what you will, to
cut and make shirts?"
Yes, yes; go on
The patient spoke rapidly. doctor,
l believe that somewhere in this city
there is a sweatshop where every
night the astrals of 100 men and WON
en- are compelled by some unholy
power to toll like slaves in making
shirts for devil Jew!"
The physician shook his head dubi-
ously. This is flying kites in the re-
gions of speculation" he said.
Il admit, doctor, it sounds a bit
queer. But reflect: I have learned
to make shirts in my sleep; I have
toiled every night for four months at
this wretched business; it is all too
real for dream; while every morn
ing I am exhausted from labor done
in my Sleep"
Have you ever located this sweat
shop-while awaken"
/ mo. I have attempted to do so,
but failed. But New York is a big
city, DOCTOR"
"You have found none of these shirts
in the cheap department stores?"
'They are of a common kind.
could scarcely recognize them among
others SUCH"
"Why don't you impress your astral
to mark them in some way that you
could recognize?" suggested the ply
stefan, thinking to drive his patient
into corner Of absurdity.
Instead of being offended. the pa
tient grasped eagerly at the sugges-
ton. Il will, doctor, will" He un-
buttoned his vest. Look, I'll run the
thread across here, making little
triangle. Such a thing is never done,
and perhaps the Jew may not notice
it."
"You would seem to have more need
of detective than DOCTOR" said
the physician.
mot so. l have come to you for
~medicine to make me sleep-sleep so
soundly that no power can drag my
astral from my body. must have
rest or my brain will snap, and some
morning they will find me dead in
bed"
The physician arose and touched
his patient on the shoulder. Don't
talk Of death while there is Sleep
will give you a powerful opiate for a
few nights and we may break up this
business. Meantime, mark the shirts
as you have planned, keep your eyes
open for the Jew daytimes, and don't
worry"
When the patient had taken his
leave the physician shook his head
thoughtfully. 'He does nothing all
day, so nature has put him to work
in his sleep. Well, let him do a lit
tie worth while and he won't have to
do much worth nothing"
It was evident that the physician
placed no faith in his patients fears,
and when, week later, he learned
that the man had been found dead in
bed, with haggard face and toil-worn
body, he still considered the case to
have been purely pathological.
But shortly afterwards, as the ply.
sician stepped into large depart
ment store to escape sudden show
er, his attention was attracted by a
counter piled high with mems cheap
shirts, and pausing a moment and
casually examining one, he was
shocked to note that the thread had
been worked at the tab in the form of
a small triangle, such as his patient
had decided upon as a possible means
of authenticating his sub-conscious
labors.
He purchased the garment and.
after the most careful inquiry, for the
shirt bore no makers mark, sue
ceeded in locating the sweatshop
where 1t had been manufactured. But
here his search abruptly ended. He
found gang Of workmen tearing
down the fire-charred ruins Of the