The Raymer enterprise., 1910-12-22

and true. leaping from string to string
~ the bow squeaked and scraped
across them. A moment later the
door was flung into our faces as Ce-
laye burst into the room.
Il cannot bear IT," he cried. 1T Is
not she; that would .be too horrible.
Light a match. for the love of heav-
EN-"
The doctor found and struck one.
and on the instant the noise ceased.
Brodsky and ran across this room
and inspected the instrument. The
strings were still vibrating. but no
sound came from them. We stared
at one another in establishment. Then
we heard Celaye sobbing in the next
room. It took the doctor half an hour
to restore him to his FORMAL self.
Il cannot help you,'' he said at
length. when Celaye was dressed and
we three sat once more In the gas.
light. III had anything from which to
obtain inferences-but am helpless
here. The world of psychic phenome.
ma Is an unma3 ped chart: we are only
beginning to explore the coasts and
boundaries. But one thing would
advise you: destroy the instrument
"Never!" cried Celaye, his face
aiame. .She has come to me, she
has tried to make herself ineligible,
to give ine the sign asked for"
well, I will not be responsible for
your sanity" said Brodsky CURLY.
"A lot l care for that" retorted Ce-
laye. laughing bitterly. Man." he
added fercely, snatching at the Doc.
tors arm. don't you understand
what is troubling me. My wife lived
for her music; she lived in 1t, It was
all In life to her, except perhaps my
love. And am to believe that, once
she has put on the garments Of i'm.
mortality she has lost all her knowl-
edge Of 1t, SO that she can only play
tangled. hideous mockeries Of what
she tries? Why. II that be SO, then
indeed death changes US beyond all
recognition; we are no longer the
same personality that we have been,
but something different. We spend
our lives developing ourselves, our
finer natures. we hope and dream that
1t is not for nothing. And now-must
l believe that all this is thrown away
upon the rubbish heap and that we
become mere helpless automatic? An.
swer me. answer"
His grief was pitifuI to witness.
But argument with him would have
been impossible. His mind was be-
yond reason, tottering as 1t was upon
the borderland of madness.
Il do not think that is So" Brodsky
replied.
Think" shouted Celaye, springing
to his feet. his face distorted with
passion. You are an impostor, sir.
asked you here in good faith, hop
ing that you could give me back my
faith and confidence. and you came
looking upon the matter as an expert.
ment. You care nothing for my grief,
only for your own amusement. DR..
Brodsky. ! have the honor to wish
you goodnight"
Brodsky faced him unmoved. His
cheek paled, but all his muscles were
under complete control.
You have used hard words to me-"
he said. Sometimes, indeed, the wisest
Of physicians are at fault; and then
It Is our reward to be accused Of i'm.
position. Well. sir. 1t is unnecessary
for me to reply further to your accu-
sations. wish you goodnight"
thought Celaye would have come
to his senses then. but. to my astonish-
meDt, he made no answer Of any kind
Instead he sank into a chair and burst
into fit Of hysterical weeping. The
doctor looked at him In seeming irres-
Olution for one moment; then, as
though realizing the impossibility Of
assisting him further, he took his hat
and followed me out OF the door. The
sleepy elevator man took us down.
stairs.
We'll. it's hotel in town for us
tonight" said Brodsky, as we
marched down the deserted street.
There ia a good hotel I used IN viuit
some 20 blocks from here. What do
you say to Walk
agreed, and we tramped on in ST.
Ience. We must have covered some
half dozen blocks when Brodsky
stopped on corner.
Now why couldn't / solve that
mystery he asked abruptly: and
then. without waiting for any reply,
he resumed his walk, muttering to
himself all the while. We covered