Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-05

7 am going to Elizabeth's grave. She kfllea
herself Not a soul knew that I had cone
templated this act" This is certainly a very
curious case, since it seems to indicate that
the strong intention upon her part conveyed
the same impression as If the act had actually
been done.
The next letter which I pick up proves to
be from an officer whose record of vaIor
I had mentioned in my History of the War.
He said that before he went to France he had
q dream. IT saw line of Sussex boys to
my right and left. The sun was set. It
dusk and dim. Not ten yards in front
of me lay a stubby German soldier He fired
twice at me- the bullets hitting me, in
each of my shoulders. That was the dream.
ION the day you mention in your book I
found myself exactly as in the dream, at
the Hohenzollern redoubt It was DIM dusk
evening. saw German bombers double UP
to throw toward me, and I said to myself,
I am for it, I remembered the dream and
to avoid being hit knelt down and cooked
my revolver. Presently I saw German pop
around the corner. He aimed a rifle at me
and missed. He fired again, but missed me,
I hit him in the head and he fell heavily.
The German bombers, seeing their leader
dead, at once bolted to the rear. Is not
that exactly the dream? Was not warned by
it? In a dream the past, the present and the
future are all one So says the gallant
captain. He had come to the same conclusion
which has been worked out so clever1y by
Time"
The next letter deals with the very extra
ordinary scenes which enacted at what
are called rescue circles which may be put
down to the dramatic power of the medium
or to the actual obseSsion by an earth-bound
spirit acting over more the final phase
of his life, according to choice. Why a spirit
should react what must be terrible to him
does not appear, and yet according to the
ghost stories the same phantom will again
and again carry out the same tragic act In
this particular case the scene reproduced with
terrible realism was the death~o of man who
had been the last survivor of an Alaskan
party, lost starved and beset by wolves. He
was chat is the medium under his sup-
posed influence was) crouched upon the
floor, fighting the wolves, trying to warm
himself by an imaginary fire. eating the fur
from his gloves and calling in piteous tones
for his pal:
Bill, Bill, don't say you are dead! Don't
leave me, Bill! We have always been pals.
My God am alone! Get out, you beaStsI
You don't touch him while here. Goldl
What has it brought to! Mother, dear
why did leave you?" Then the voice sinks
gradually into the death rattle.
How cold it all reads in print" says nv
correspondent, land how difficult to explain"
But how very real it all seems as ona
watches such as would move the
hardest of hearts if they were enacted on
the stage. I am bound to say that also
have seen similar scenes at Rescue Circles.
dramatic and indeed melodramatic in their
nature, but I have never been entirely satis-
fled as to their real significance. If in the
case under discussion the names of the party
had been given and it shown that such
a party did actually perish in the SHOWS OF
the Klondike, then should emerge from
the mists into a region of clear evidence.
This I pointed out to my correspondent.
THE next communication touches upon
pure spiritualism and is so long that it
is difficult to condenSe. 1t is from the widow
Of commander of the Royal Navy, a man
of great determination of character, who
died of tubercular disease at the age OF
thirty eight He had the great advantage Of
knowing something of psychic matters in his
lifetime. According to his wife's account, he
came back to her repeatedly at night, his
first visit being rather in the nature of
vision between sleeping and waking, while
later, when she had overcome the extreme
nervousness which used to interfere with the
results, she saw him clearly and even held
conversations with him after she was awake.
HE came into my presence with sound like
the loud bang of door. like one entering in n