The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-08-25


cool possession of my senses, said | would once
more essay to solve the riddle. l turned my head,
and found Dr. Farelly sitting quietly by my bed
side. From under the clothes reached out my
left arm toward the doctor, and said: will you
feel my pulse, doctor?"
He started as my arm was suddenly presented to
him. but he took hold of my wrist, and after
little he said Very good; the pulse is quite nor
NAL. All you need now, my good fellow, is rest
and quiet"
"Now, now" he said 81 cannot permit it,"
eff you do not permit it," said, Il cannot rest.
l want to know how he was found?'
Said the DOCTOR "The body washed ashore
at Lochinmor-half mile from the point where,
poor fellow, he went Overland picked up by old
Martin MNeely"
drew my hand my forehead | said to
myself, YES my brain is still disturbed
The doctor looked troubled
said 81 insist upon asking another ques-
ton" And, without giving the doctor time to re-
monstrate, | proceeded. "How and when did Art
OConnor meet his death, and how and where was
] found?"
The doctor said. in his most soothing tones,
cart O'Connor recklessy tried to cross the One
Mans Pass on stormy evening, twelve months
ago on the 18th day of this month Of June; lost
his head, and his balance, and was dashed to
death before his body reached the water below
You were found the margin of the short path
to Glen Dun House-a few yards before the path
comes out the meadow in the wood Your toe
had caught on branch that in the darkness
YOU didn't see lying the footway and you
were thrown, your head striking the root OF
tree and you narrowly escaping death. Now, he
said firmly, but still soothingly, 81 will not an
swer another question on the subject; you must
not ask another for some time.
AS l composed my head on the pillow now, a
trace of despair had laid hold of me. The ques-
ton grew in my mind, "Can it be, oh God, that I
insane?
THREE days later had the doctor give me full
details of the death of Art OConnor; how, in
fhnn Ono Man
upon this evening in defiance of the advice and
remonstrance of old gamekeeper belonging to
M'Leod of the Glen Dun Hotel, and how the old
gamekeeper witnessed his being dashed to death
and the body swallowed up in the yawning gull
below; then of his being found by Martin McNeely
four weeks later, much dsfgured, and somewhat
decomposed.
Then l said; was there any doubt Whatever
of the IDENTIFY"
The doctor smiled at my question. Not the
shadow of a shade he said. mo more doubt
than there is of your identity now
made the doctor sit by me while calmly told
him my story When had finished, the doctor
said that it strange phantasm OF a confused
brain
.Then, DR.. Farelly,' I said, chat phantasm was
real as this reality. This reality is phantasma
as that phantasm.
The doctor smiled and said: Eyes, yes, that Il
always the CASE.
"By the way is there stout officer in this
locality? inquired, half indifferenty, as it were
for l didn't wish to have the doctor lnwardl!
amused at my expense.
"Neither stout one nor thin one" said d.
Farelly now or then; barring" he then adde
with laugh "old MLeod, who, they tell, is
cashiered major out of the British army-casf
Tered for some meanness dozen years ago-an
who came here and took the Glen Dun Hote
last summer, three years." But he said tina
old MIeod always dressed not in military, but j
what Micky Marble called Christian clothes, ant
far from being baldheaded, too, "like the old ma
of your Dream said the DOCTOR "he has a r.
marlably fine head of brown hair for man
his years"
felt that should have been satisfied, but still
despite praiseworthy efforts to be So | was ne
quite content until, when was able to get up an
go out, | went to the ground, where dreame
of or saw the occurrence taking place, and, to m
renewed bewilderment perceived that everythr
in that corner of the meadow-four hundred yart
from the place where my unconscious body ha
been found on the wooded path-was exactly as
laad MET if Only three hQurS vain work