The Washington herald., 1916-05-14
allow Whilst sne proved ner witches,

Mind you, give me enough
Il shall give you the same does be
does, a quarter OF a grain
1T won't stop it this time
"Oh yes, it will"
She gave me the injection as well or
better than Dr. Kennedy. ! hardly felt
the prick and when she rubbed the place,
so cleverly and gently, she almost made
suffragist Of me. Women who did things
so well deserved the vote.
The room was slowly filling with the
scent of flowers. When ! shut my eyes
! saw growing pots of hyacinth. then
lilies. floating in deep glass bowls.
The doctor comes, and as the hemOr-
rhage had not left of he gave her another
quarter grain OF opium.
You will dream tonight" he said
Il shall die tonight" she answered. Il
want to die tonight Give me something
to hurry things. Be kind ! don't mind
dying, but all this"
Don't, | cant. Not again. For
Gods sake don't ask me" There was
more than sympathy in his voice There
was agitation, even tears. You will get
better from this
And then worse again, always worse.
l want it ended. Give me something"
oh, God! ! cant bear this You
will soon be better. Your temperature
is going down. Don't speak. Only nod
your head. Shall cable for your SOM"
! shook il, went on slowly shaking it,
liked the motion, turning from side TO
side on the pillow, continuing il. Elsa
frightened. begged me to leave of, sum
mOned nurse. who took my cheeks gently
between her hands. That did not stop IT,
at least I recollect being angry at the
slight cOmpulsion and making up my
mind, my poor, lost feeble mind that |
ShnulH Fn Nh hur
never leave of moving my head from
side to side
That night : dreamed Of water. OF
great masses of black water heaving: too
deep for sound or foam. Upon them l
was borne backwards and forwards IN
til ! turned giddy and sick and very cold
The Gates OF Silence were beyond but /
was too weak to get there. the bar was
between US. l saw the gates but could
not reach them. The waters were cold
and ever rising. Sometimes submerged
my lips tasted their dank saltness and
knew that my strength was all spent.
Soon l should sink deeper. l wished Il
was all over.
The One came when I was past help
or hC drowning in the dark waters
and Sd
Now l will take you with me" We
we're going rapidly through air currents,
soft warm air currents and amazing
space, a swift journey, over plains and
mountains. At last to the north. and
there ! saw no snow mountains and at
the foot the cold sea. frozen and blue,
heaving slowly. Swimming in that slow
frozen sea | saw a seal. brown and beau
tiful, swimming calmly, with happy.
handsome eyes They met mine One
who was beside me said
That is your sister Julia. dead two
years. See how happy she looks and
content"
Then everything was gone and woke
up in my bedroom.
night or two later she told Narga-
ret the woman who haunted her NOR
phia dreams, that she was feeling better.
Il knew YOU were not going to die vet. 20
said Martha s appartion," not until YOU
had written my story"
1t seems not to matter" I answered
feebly, Ito be small and trivial"
Work whilst We have the light. " she
quoted. The words were in the room. in
the air.
1T is not light, not very light"
pleaded.
There has been no biography Of me d"
continued the apparitiOn, how would
you like it if it had been you? And all
the critics said l would live"
Must l stay for that"
You promised. you know"
Did I? l had forgotten"
No, no You could not forget. not
even you. And you will make your read
ers cry"
But if make myself cry, too?"
Write"
And l wrote. continues Frank DANNY.
sick with exhaustion, without conscious
volition or the power to stop. l wonder
whether any other writer has ever had
this experience? l could not stop writ
ing, although my arm swelled to an Un-
natural size and my side ached. COW
cred ream after ream Of paper. never
stopped nor halted for word nor tbourbt
was wearied, aching from head to foot.
shaking and even crying from fatigue
and the pain in my swollen arm and
side. but never ceasing to write, like a
galley slave at his oar.
Sometimes in swimming semiconscious-
ness l thought this was nv eternal MN
ishment, that because I had svent so
much aside that l might write, and vet
had written badly, now ! must write for
ever and forever, words and scenes and
sentences, that would be obIiterste5
that would not stand | knew in these
semiconsclous moments that l was writ
ing in water and not in ink. But was
driven on and on relentlessly.
Here is the story l wrote under NOR
phia and in that strange driving s+rsss
set down as well as tan recall il but
seeming now so much less real and dis
tinct. l have not tried to polish. onIv
to remember. There was then no erort
after composition, no correction. trans
position nor alteration and neither is
there now, nor conscious psychology nor
sentiment. The scenes were all set in tbe
house where lay and there was no psuss
In the continuity Of the drama / saw
every gesture and heard every word
spoken. The letters were and ara h.F.-.