The daily Alaskan., 1914-04-13
A Wireless Message From
 The Dead
By F. A. MTCHEL


 instance, we know that an electric current may be transmitted without any other medium than the atmos- phere. We also know that functions of the body, if not electric, are a force something like electricity.
 When 1 was a boy l was constant y finding myself saying something tc a companion who would say, "Why, was just about to say that myselfw At the time l considered this a coin Cidence. Now I believe it to De power possessed in receiving the mental impressions of others Oy sort of wireless process. I studied medicine and became a doctor. Then during hospital work I broke down and, though it was between winter and spring, was obliged to go to the country to recOup.
 l stopped at a house that looked down a valley, and the view was un- interrupted. l used to sit on the porch wrapped in rugs and enjoy the view in the sunshine. About a mile dis taut was a house that bore evidence of having been built in colonial times. It was not by any means u farmhouse, but something quite handsome. The architecture was that peculiar style involving a porch with pillars.
 One night l was awakened by the .F vr-h. gsiFr my window and thought heard some one call "DoctOr." l raised the sash and put my head out through the win dow X man in a wagon asked me if was a doctor, and l said I was, whcrcupon Ee begged me to come with him at once dressed myself unwlll- iugly, went downstairs and got into the wagon with him. l asked him to tell me about the nature of the case l was expected to treat, but could get nothing out of him. He seemed entire ly absorbed in some powerful emo tion
 We were but a few minutes in reach ing our destination, drawing up before a house with pillars from the porch to the roof. l inferred that I had come to the house about which I had so often dreamed. The door was opened by a woman in short petticoat full at the hips, a kerchief across her bosom and a dainty cap on her head She looked very much troubled.
 Come uDStairS" she said
 I followed her up a winding stair case and the woman opened a door with a glass knob. I entered the sick room to see a young woman lying on bed with four high posts surmount- ed by a canopy On one side of her was a man holding one of her hands; on the other side was a young girl holding the other. These two looked at me with that mute appeal a doctor is so often obliged to meet.
 As I drew near the bed the girl with the invalid pulled down the bedclothes, and I saw at once from blood stains and temporary bandages that my pa tieut had been wounded. l was not a surgeon, but felt obliged to perform a surgeons part. I examined the wound and saw that it was near the heart, so near that 1 wondered that the wound ed woman lived. There was nothing that l could do for her except bind up the wound in a more professional man. her and await results.
 Presently I saw her gasp, and be- tween gasps she said to the man be side her:
 "NOu are convinced of the unjustness Of your suspicious?"
 Yes, yes; forgive me"
 q forgive you. GOOdby."
 She fell back dead.
 Amid a wall of those present I re- tired from the room. Notwithstand- ing the tragicaI circumstances, I could not but notice the costume of those in the house. What singular per sons" I said to myself. Not content with living in a colonial house, they adopt the colonial costume" This was especially marked in their collars, which were like those I had seen in pictures of America's early settlers. was uShered out by the woman who received me and driven back to my home, where went to bed, remaining half awake, half asleep, for the rest of the night.
 Now, there was something uncanny about my visit, and I hesitated to talk about it to those in the house. l asked if any of the family had heard a wag- on stop before the house during the night but no one had heard any such sound. This induced me to maintain a reserve about my visit. Presently I ventured to ask who lived in the house with pillars and was told that no one lived there. It had been un- occupied for many years. The last tenant had vacated some thirty years before. I asked if anything peculiar had taken place there. but no one had heard of anything unusual But be- fore returning to the city I heard from a very old resident of the region there was a legend that long before the Revolution a murder had been committed there. A man in a fit of jealousy had stabbed his wife.
 And now in this second decade of the twentieth century I have come to