The Sauk Centre herald., 1909-02-04

Ing tudt you nave grdSpeQ the eSScIl-
tials Of the trade
The patient inclined his head grave
ly. Il hope it is no worse"
"It might aid me did I know your
views in this matter" observed the
physician.
The other did not speak at once, and
when he did it was with curious hes
itancy. my views, fear, are as
strange as my sickness. This nightly
labor seems so real, so actual, that
believer" he broke of suddenly
and questioned: Doctor, do you think
1t possible that a mans astral body
l mean that part Of him which is finer
than flesh and blood yet not SO fine az
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
man awoke he would think it all Z
dream?'
The physicians face had grown very
thoughtful. Go on" he said.
''If mans spirit, after he is dead
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
I 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 bi,
queer. But reflect: l have learned
to make shirts in my sleep; have
toiled every night for four months at
this wretched business; it is all too
real for a dream; while every morn
ing 1 am exhausted from labor done
in my sleep" >..-. '..
"Have you ever located this sweat
shop-while awake"
"No. / 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
sician, thinking to drive his patient
into a corner of absurdity.
Instead of being offended, the pa
tient grasped eagerly at the sugges
tion. Il will, doctor, will" He un
buttoned his vest. Look, I'll run the
thread across here. making little
triangle Such thing is never done
and perhaps the Jew may not notice
it," ....-. -r.. ...
You would seem to have more need
of detective than DOCTOR" said
the physician. ..,.,.,.s,.s;,- .,-... ). s...,-s
4NOl d. hdNS SollC " you LII
medicine to make me sleep-sleep SC
soundly that no power can drag my
astral from my body. l must have
rest or my brain will snap, and some
morning they will find me dead ir
bed"
The physician arose and touched
his patient on the shoulder. DOM
talk of death while there is sleep.
will give you powerful opiate for q
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 al
day, so nature has put him to work
in his sleep. Well, let him do lit
tie worth while and he won't have tc
do much worth nothing"
1t 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-worr
body, he still considered the case te
have been purely pathological.
But shortly afterwards, as the ply
sician stepped into a large depart
ment store to escape sudden show
er, his attention was attracted by q
counter piled high with mems cheaI
shirts, and pausing moment and
casually examining one, he was
shocked to note that the thread had
been worked at the tab in the form OF
small triangle, such as his patient
had decided upon as 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 sweatshor
where it had been manufactured. But
here his search abruptly ended. He
found gang of workmen tearing
down the fire-charred ruins of the
sweatshop, and inquiry at the nearest
fire station elected the fact that the
building had been gutted by flames
the same night that his former patient
had died in his bed.
! "Do you know the cause of the fire?'
he asked
The fireman scratched his chin