Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-01-12

prominent In these favorite stories.
Gradually they became more distinct.
and / was surprised to see that they
were disposed to act like reasonable
beings. And. more remarkable still.
they began to work out a brand new
story, composed of the several differ
ent stories hat had become predomi-
nan in my brain.
This unity came from their present
ing themselves to me and holding my
attention till the end. Their beginning
at the commencement and going past
again. And | noticed that every time
they passed they were in a more rea-
sonable shape than the time before.
Then when they had ranged them
selves and acted like human beings;
when there were no more incoherencies
to be got rid of, they faded away,
and l saw no more of them, at least
not together. Now and again one of
them would bob up before me-but for
no purpose that l could discoyer-and
after looking at me inquiringly, as
much as to say, do you want any
thing of me?" would disappear like
the turning off of a light
One day there came a change. I was
conscious of everything about me. A
clammy perspiration indicated that I
was very weak. / did not see Ellen
Trowbridge, but a young woman In
Swiss costume was sitting near my
bed making lace. l called to her, and
rising quickly she came to me. l asked
her what had been the matter with
me.
Instead of replying she ran away
and called the woman Of whom I
rented my room. AS soon as she
came I asked for my American travel
ing companion. l was informed that
she had left Interlaken a week before.
l asked where she had gone and was
told that she had directed her letters
forwarded to America. Had she left
any word for me? None except hat
she had been suddenly called home.
I passed a period of convalescence In
sight of the beautiful Jungfrau. I
remembered perfectly the characters of
the stories | had concocted during my
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tain side, but the combination story
they had enacted l could not call up.
However, | made no effort at anything,
either mental or physical. l simply lay
waiting for strength. This came at
last and since the hot season was over
| went down to Spezia in Italy. where
l imbibed more strength from the sea
otr Dron1 thoro 7 mazda a hriaf uiSif
to Florence and Rome and sailed from
Naples to America. BY the time I
reached port l was perfectly restored
to health.
Soon after my return l became enam
ored of picture plays. These plays-I
refer to those of dramatic and artistic
m~erit-called out all of appreciation for
the drama and art there was in me-.
One day | saw an announcement of q
picture play, the scene of which was
laid among the Alps. l went to see it.
What vas my establishment to see
the same views | had looked upon from
my windows at Interlaken. Then came
a view of the Jungfrau just as it had
appeared to me while Ill. There were
the dots on its side, and when a nearer
view was given they became resolved
into human beings.
Here and there was unfolded the
play | had dreamed. The characters
did not l8G,. lie those in my dreams.
but they id TIE things | had dreamed.
The Ila~ W. rs it appeared to me just
before it pr ell out of my mind-that
is, i'll a fins ID condition.
To say III was wonder stricken is
to express iUebly what | felt l was
frightened. Was l in my senses? Was
not my illness returning to me? I
was about to leave the theater when /
was stopped by curiosity. l must see
the play to the end.
When the end came / was near col
lapse. That night l did not sleep a
wink. How had a play which had
evolved itself in my brain been trans
ferred through films to a screen in
America? No solution occurred to me
that had any element of probability In
1t. l went to see my physician and
told him what had occurred. He look
ed at me scrutinizingly and, despite
his efforts at concealment, anx1ouSly.
After some thought he gave me his
theory as to the cause of what I had
told him. He said that there was
nothing unusual in the character of
my previously written stories chasing
one another through my brain. A drug
would do that. But when he came to
account for the formation of a picture
in my brain he was staggered. AS to
the transference of this play to a
screen In America. he could only ac-
count for 1t on the ground that when
l went to the theater l had a tempo
rary relapse Of my illness and saw
what was not on the screen. He for
babe me to do any literary work and
to live as quietly as possible.
The true solution came in time. One
day l was surprised by a call from
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