Paragould soliphone., 1921-06-29

ing at the foot of my bed. Sald nothing about it to anyone; it must be, l thought, delusion of age. Yet the figure was as real as life, smiling, and asking questions and answering my own.
 One morning I said, or seemed to myself to say, T know you aren't really there.''
 ''Oh, but I am!" she replied.
 But how can I be sure?' I per sisted. Are you willing that l should test you?"
 She nodded still smiling.
 "All right l said Tomorrow will ask you a question. Will you be ready for it?'
 She nodded again, and with an- other smile disappeared. The next morning she was there again.
 '.I see you have come," l said. Are you still willing?" She smiled and nodded, seeming to enjoy it all immensely. "Tell me then, where is my army discharge paper?" I had not seen it for years, and to the best of my knowledge was utterly ignorant of it's whereabouts.
 In voice that seemed as distinct as though she had uttered the words aloud. she answered. Why, it is in your japanned box behind the books in your library got out of bed and went into the library. There, after some search, 1 found the box. hidden away behind a row of books; and in it, under varied collection of documents was the discharge paper.
 Again the next morning she ap- peared, with a little smile of tri- umph, as if to say, You see it was there, just as l told you; now will you believe?" But I was not satis- fled, of course. ] asked her if 1 might make another test, and with the same happy smile, as though the game entertained her greatly, she promised again.
 That morning at breakfast l spoke to one of the maids, who had lived with us tor fourteen years.
 Mary, you remember the gold fountain pen that Mrs. Conwell gave me years ago. I want you to take it off my desk today and hide it. And you arc not to tell me or anyone else where you hide it. Do you understand?
 Again the next morning the fig ure appeared, and we seemed to joke about it all for little while. Fin ally I said:
 Do you know where Mary hid my pen?"
 "Of course do."
 Gan you tell me the placc?"
 Get out of bed and come with me-" she answered laughlingly.
 l rose, and seeming to hold her hand was led tO one of tho closets in my room. The top of the closet udu btph Duiih lHlO d ilLllc tlOSCl with a door which covered only q part of the closet front She motioncd me tO it, and took q chair and climbed up. ran my hand over the shelf this way, and that, hut without encountcring the pen. | felt then that the whole thing must have been q dQNIsion, and turned to step down frbH the chair.
 But she was still in the way and pointed again to the k ing her head emphati if to say, ''It is there!
 you will#find it."
 did look again Stretched m, hand far in behind tho door on, either side. and this ! ime. to mv anazcment. I found tF pen.
 [ told that simple jneidcnt some weeks later in priVatg conversation to friend. He told Nit to another friend. And so, somewhat to my it cam9, back to mo one morning on the front page of the morning newspap, r. Since if has been published on, .c. I feel no reticence in repeating tt only a certain reluctance lest some read CTS should force into it an interpre- tation which l myself dD not pretend to give.
 If man die shall he live again?" Youth asks the question half in hope, half in dread. But old age h a rd IV DclSC if nf all OniofI,,