The Monticellonian., 1917-02-15

come, take us to the chapel and find 1t, You can open your eyes. But you will still be asleep. remember You must not wake up.
 The boys eyes opened. but stared vaeantly into the air. Apart from this he might have been in his normal con- dition. Sir John hurried toward him, but the doctor interposed
 No, do not touch him." he said. He sees nothing, but neither does one in sleep. Yet he will not hurt i himself"
 Arthur led us out of the library and along the passage. moving as surely as We ourselves Doctor Immanuel unbarred the great doors and we all emerged into the star.iit night and passed over the lawn toward the chapel. The door had been left un- locked Inside the darkness was not profound but still none of us moved as surely as Arthur Carfax.
 He walked more slowly, now, and a little uncertainty, passed the altar and stopped before his seat beneath the window frame. There he sat down and hts hands fell to his sides. Doc tor lmmanuel took his seat upon the bench beside him, and We stood by,
 Now you must sleep more deeply said the doctor. stroking the boys forehead. Sleep. sleep-and remem- ber"
 Arthur Garfax sprang to his feet and began pacing the grooves worn in the flags by the feet of the old priors. He paced slowly at first, then faster. then feverishly. AS our eyes grew accustomed to the light We could see that his features were slowly as suming an extraordinary change. The boyish look had disappeared and was succeeded by the look of mana man, too, in q condition of almost un- eontrollable excitement or anger We were appalled, by this transformation.
 Find it!" hissed the doctor in the boys ear, as he paused and turned. as if irresolutely, toward the altar. You know where 1t Is" he added, for you hid it yourself
 The boy trembled and seemed to be struggling with some overwhelming i body was apparently convulsed.
 You won't wake up. cried the doc tor in agitation You can't wake up. If you do you will have to begin all over again. You have sought it for seventeen years. Sleepi Sleep Sleep! Find it!"
 Suddenly Arthur Garfax darted to- ward the recess in the wall where the priests vessels had been stored. He went down upon his knees and, with out hesitation, began seraping away the dirt that had accumulated between the flags. We drew near and watched him. The boy seraped as though he held trowel, and he ignored entirely the drops of blood that began to ooze from his finger tips.
 No, leave him. said Immanuel. to his father. You must not interfere. Look He has found itl"
 Under the earth paving stone had been disclosed. smaller than the rest and set slightly awry. Arthur began hammering with his fists upon one end. The stone suddenly swung back. disclosing a little chamber about as large as cedar chest.
 Arthur pushed in his arm and pulled up tarfed package, apparently of some coarse linen fabric. The fbers came apart in his hands He tore them and thrust them from him. Then underneath was disclosed a yellowed piece of fine linen, square finely em. broidered. The boy held it up, shook it out, and ran back to the all tar. on which he deposited 1t.
 .The lost altar cloth!" shouted Sir John.
 "Hush!' pleaded Immanuel.
 The boy stood there quite calmly now All trace of anger was gone from his features which had assumed a nobility, a benignance which thrilled us. We drew nearer He raised his arms in silence. as though pronounc. ing blessing on us and on the old chapel For full half minute he stood thus. immovable; then his arms fell to his side and he tumbled into the doctors arms.
 Hes dead !" cried Sir John.
 Dead tired" answered Immanuel. lie Will sleep Ike a top TOT the next twelve hours and after that he will remember nothing. But there will be no more dreams. Come, help me car ry him in
 Sir John Carfax was a sorely pug zled man that night as we three sat talking in his library we'll into the small hours Politeness struggled with skepticism. and yet skepticism itself was fighting hard with convic- ton.
 You say my son Arthur was once on earth as the Prior Ignatius?" he asked dubiously.
 Last on earth" corrected Imman- uel He has been here a good many simes before. But unless Ignatius managed to get message through by him-which is a spiritistic supposi- completely skeptical-your son was actually Ignatius.
 And Ignatius lived In the sixteenth century" I interposed. Did you not
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