The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1917-03-16

came almost threatening. l had de-
stroyed his earning capabilities, he
told me; if l did not choose to restore
them l could settle a handsome income
on him in compensation. i had no
right to ruin his life. OF course l
yielded. But, in agreeing to hypnotic
him, l told him that under no circum-
stances would l undo my work again
if, indeed, it could be undone. He as
scented and, placing him in a hypnotic
sleep, l recalled the sleeping giant to
the supraliminal werld. Afterward
Field went away, and he wrote to me a
week later saying that he was hard at
work on a new novel.
"AIl this had occurred when l was
last in America. l was called back to
Athens and did not return for nearly a
year. When l did so, one of my first
visitors was Cynthia Field. / confess
that the sight of her distressed me
greatly. l felt sure that some trouble
had occurred. Had Field broken down,
gone insane, left her? l was sur
prised and relieved when l discovered
that she wished to consult me about
herself.
"She had come to realize, she told
me, that in marrying Field she had un-
dertaken a responsibility for which she
ought to have fitted herself. Her hus-
band was a genius; he was largely
dominated by his imagination. To fit
herself for this responsibility she had
read his unpublished work, and the
horror of the denouement had come
home to her so strongly that it had un-
strung her. She had begun to dream
of the book, and in her dreams she
was Lota, the Atlantean woman, kneel-
ing with Field before the sacrificial
altar, and always she awoke just as
the priest plunged the knife into her
breast"
why is it that we always wake, in
such cases, just as we are killed or
murdered?" asked Tarrant.
Because, my dear Tarrant, such
dreams always represent a memory"
answered Emmanuel, looking at him
fxedly. There is not one of us who,
in ruder periods of history, has not in
some life or other endured a violent
death. And our memory goes out with
our lives; that is why we awaken"
Tarrant said nothing and Emmanuel,
after a turn or two about the room,
proceeded.
well, to present the case ~concisely,
the condition was this: Cynthia Field
passed in her dreams into the person
ality of Lota, the %priestess. And
though in waking life she was devoted
to her husband, in her sleep the image
of Field presented itself to her as a
Earring obstruction to her happiness.
He alone stood between her and her
happiness. And even after she awoke
this sentiment persisted for a. hour
or two. Gradually her dreams were
coming to color her waking life, to
dominate it; she was growing to hate
her husband; she accused herself bit
terly and asked me what she could do
to conquer this unnatural aversion.
She took all the blame upon herself.
gave her some harmless prescription
to make her sleep soundly and wrote
an urgent letter to Field, asking him
to call on me.
81 shall never forget the haggard
look upon his face. I wish l had ia
ken your advice and broken stones,
he cried. The old obsession had re-
turned, but UNNECESSARILY more strong.
ly. He knew nothing Of his wife's
psychical troubles and thought that he
alone was responsible for the GOODNESS
that was growing up between them.
ut is only when / dream, doctor,