Pittston Gazette

              \".VJ m. m m if T y mm E- m IS 4 »#£ Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 7. 899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. 1 la with hjm.M course terribly enfeebled, ana at tne sight of bis rescuers be gave way to hysterical weeping. THE ROCKING CHAIR HABIT. As the outcome of their consultation the two gentlemen decided to Inquire at Scotland Yard for news of their missing friend. "He Is bound to be laid by the heels," said Mr. Hart. "He can't go on at that pace for long." But the police authorities had not laid Mr. Bessel by the heels. They confirmed Mr. Vincent's overnight experiences and added fresh circumstances, some of an even graver character than those he knew, a list of smashed glass along the upper half of Tottenham Court road, an attack upon a policeman in Hampstead road and atrocious assaults upon a number of peaceful, citizens. All these outrages were committed between 12:30 and 1:45 In the morning, and between those hours and indeed from the very moment of Mr. Bessel's first rush from hfA rooms at 0:30 In the evening they trace the deepening violence of his &ntastic career. For the last hour rfr least—from before 1, that is, until lSB—he had run amuck through London, eluding with amazing agility every effort to stop or capture him. Idiot phantoms, they seemed, children of vain desire, beings unborn and forbidden the boon of being, whose only expressions afld gestures told of the envy and craving for life that was their one link with existence. fellow as be went upon his glorious career.A PATIENT CONVICT, i CHRISTI^Li Stolen ffiody. For that it would seem must be the life of these bodiless things of this world that is the shadow of our world. Ever they watch, coveting a way into a mortal body in order that they may descend, as furies and frenzies, as violent lusts and mad, strange impulses, rejoicing in the body they have won. One Game of Nervous Topic For the Week Bill lb—Comment by Rev. 8. ] Topic.—Liberty and love.—Bom. temperance meeting.) In view of the deplorable state of his flat he was taken to the house of Dr. Hatton in Upper Baker street. Here he was subjected to a sedative treatment, and anything that might recall the violent crisis through which be had passed was carefully avoided. But on the second day he volunteered a statement.Among Women, Sara at Doetor. HOW ME EFFECTED HIS ESCAPE FROM "You must give me something to help me, doctor, you really must," said the woman patient. "Why, I'm a total wreck. I can't sit still a minute. I'm on the verge of prostration." PORTLAND JAIL. In this chapter Paul t duties of Christians to wax er, in things not bindingscience. In the first IS ver ont that Christiana who a pulous, who have weak cot not to be harshly condemn kindly treated. In the rei of the chapter he discoqn manner in which Christii strong in the faith shoo] Christian liberty, pointing that their liberty should Iu a way that would prove i others; that though they should live in freedom, yeC dom should not become C block in the way of otha words, Paul declares that 11 be tempered with love; thC not insist on doing all tha right'to do, but be gova effects of our actions upon had a perfect right to eat to idols, but if the use of I this respect injured a broth Christ died, Paul waa wil render his liberty for the weak brother. It says much for his resolution that amid the swarming cloud of these noiseless spirits of evil he could still think of Mr. Vincent He made a violent effort of will and found himself, ho knew not how, stooping toward Staple inn, saw Vincent sitting attentive and alert in his armchair by the Are. Th« Only Prisoner Who Ever Kaaaared to Get Oat of the Great Engllah Prison Tells How He Accomplished the Dlfllcalt Feat. She swayed listlessly back and forth in the leather chair as she spoke and looked at the doctor helplessly. He nodded gravely. R G. WELLS. for Mr. Besscl was not the only human soul in that place. Witness the fact that he met tirst one and afterward several shadows of men—men "ke himself, it seemed, who had lost leir bodies, even, it may be, as he had iost his, and wandered despairing in that lost world that is neither life nor death. They could not Rpeak because that world is silent, yc} he knew them for men because of their dim human bodies and because of the sadness of their faces. Since that occasion Mr. Bessel has at several times repeated this statement, to myself among other people, varying the details as the narrator of real experiences always does, but never by any chance contradicting himself in any particular, and the statement he makes is in substance as follows: "Yes, I see," he said. "Your nerves are in a terrible condition and no mistake. I wonder," he added after a moment's reflection, "what portion of the day you spend in swaying backward and forward ns you are doing now?" William Bartlett, a well known English burglar, Is the only man who ever effected his escape from Portland prison, an escape which Is the original of that described in Hawley Smart's novel, "Broken Bounds." Bartlett told the story of bis escape to a reporter as follows: fCOPYRIQHT, 1899, BY H. G. WELLS.] *' •-» *1 And clustering also about him, as they cluster ever about all that lives and breathes, was another multitude of these vain, voiceless shadows, longing, desiring, seeking some loophole Into life. _ partner in of Besael, Hart ft Brown of ■ churchyard, and for many he was well known among those jrted in psychical-research as a liberal minded and conscientious Investigator. He was an unmarried man. and, instead of living in the suburbs, ■ft-afMr fashion of his class, he occu- preoccupied that he narrowly escaped a cab at tbe top of Chancery lane, and at last a full hour before his usual time, he went to bed. For a considerable time he could not sleep because of his memory of the silent confusion of Mr. Bessel's apartment, and when at length be did attain an uneasy slumber It was at once disturbed by a very vivid and distressing dream of Mr. Bessel. The rhythmical motion of the woman's body ceased, and she stared .at him in surprise. In order to understand it clearly, it is necessary to go back to his experiments with Mr. Vincent before his remarkable attack. Mr. Bessel's first attempts at self projection in his experiments with Mr. Vincent were, as the reader will remember, unsuccessful, but through all of them he was concentrating all his power and will upon getting out of the body, "willing it with all my might" he says. At last, almost against expectation, came success, and Mr. Bessel asserts that he, being alive, did actually by an effort of will leave his body and pass into some place or state outside this world. "Why, my land!" she ejaculated. "What a question! I don't do this any of the time at home. 1 don't have to. We have rocking chairs there." The latter statement was made somewhat spiteful* ly, but It did not feaze the doctor. "The correct details of my escape have never been told," he said. "I'll tell you what actually happened. In 1868 I received a sentence of ten years' penal servitude. From Pentonville I was taken to Portland. It was awful. I made up my mind to escape—a feat never before accomplished. One day I managed to pick up a small piece of hoop Iron. That seemed like a godsend. Every time I had the chance I took that iron hooping with me, and worked like a nigger to make it into a saw. I did H in fear and trembling, for the slightest sound would have betrayed me. A stroke of luck awaited me. I found a convict who had got a lljrtle bit of a file. He bad no ambition and said the file was no good to him. I gave him my dinner for it, and with the file I was able to complete the saw. Then I managed, by working stealthily every evening after I had been locked up for the night, to saw through the wood J" a space Mr. Bessel sought ineffectually to attract bis friend's attentat He tried to get in front of his eyyfc to move the objects in his room, to touch him, but Mr. Vincent remained unmoved, ignorant of the being that was so close to his own. The strange something that Mr. Bessel has compared to a sheet of glass separated them Impermeably. . . But how they had come into that world he could not tell, nor where the bodies they had lost might be, whether they still raved about the earth or whether they were closed forever in death against return. That they were the sxDirits of the dead neither he nor I believe, but Dr. Wilson Paget thinks they are the rational souls of men who are lost in madness on the earth. "So I supposed," he said coolly, "and I've no doubt that you have often felt like denouncing doctors soundly for not having a goodly supply of them in their oiBces for the accommodation of nervous patients." Pled rooms In the Albany, near Piccadilly. He was particularly interested In the questions of thought transference and of apparitions of the living, and in November, 1896, be commenced a series of experiments in conjunction with Mr. Vincent of Staple Inn in order to test the alleged possibility of projecting an apparition on oneself by force of will across an Intervening He saw Mr. Bessel gesticulating wildly and with his face white and contorted, and inexplicably mingled But after a quarter to 2 he had vanished. Up to that hour witnesses were multitudinous. Dosens of people had seen him, fled from him or pursued him, and then things suddenly came to an end. At a quarter to 2 he had been seen running down the Euston road toward Baker street flourishing a can of burning colza oil and jerking splashes of flame therefrom at the windows of the houses he passed, but none of the policemen on Euston road beyond the waxwork exhibition nor any of those In the side streets down which he must have passed had he left the Euston road had seen anything of him. Abruptly he disappeared. Nothing of his subsequent doings came to light in spite of the keenest inquiry. haps by his gestures, was an intense fear, an urgency to act. He even believes that he heard the voice of his fellow experimenter calling distressfully to him. though at tbe time he considered this to be an lUnsion. The vivid remained though Mr. Vincent awoke. with his suggested per- And at last Mr. Bessel did a desperate thing. I have told how that In nome strange way he could see not only the outside of a man, as we see him, but within. He extended his shadowy hand and thrust his vague black fingers, as it seemed, through the heedless brain. The woman started up the pendulumlike motion again. "Well," she returned, "I must say it would be a good deal mora comfortable than having to sit in one of these straight uncomfortable things." Whether the doctor took offense at her uncomplimentary reference to his office chairs or whether he had been whetting himself up to the point where he coald give her a sharp, professional talk it would be impossible to say, but certain tt is his lecture broke loose then with vehemence.At last Mr. Bessel chanced on a place where a little crowd of such disembodied silent creatures was gathered, and, thrusting through them, he saw below a brightly lit room and four or five quiet gentlemen and a woman, a stoutish woman, dressed in black alpaca and sitting awkwardly In a chair with her head thrown back. He knew her from the portraits to be Mrs. Bullock, the medium, and he perceived that tracts and structures in her brain glowed and stirred as he had seen the pineal eye in the brain of Mr. Vincent glow. The light was very fitful. Sometimes it was a broad illumination and sometimes merely a faint twilight spot, and It shifted slowly about her brain. She kept on talking and writing with one hand, and Mr. Bessel saw that the crowding shadows of men about him and a great multitude of the shadow spirits of that shadow land were all striving and thrusting. to touch the lighted regions of her brain. As one gained her brain or another was thrust away her voice and the writing of her hand changed, so that what she said was disorderly and confused for the most part, now a fragment of one's soul message and now a fragment of another's, and now she babbled the insane fancies of the spirits of vafn desire. Then Mr. Bessel understood that she spoke for the spirit that had touch of her, and he began to struggle very furiously toward her, but he was on tne outside of the crowd, and at that time he could not reach her, and at last, growing anxious, he went away to find what had happened meanwhile to his body. Paul not only lays pie of liberty and Ion life, but gives many i his position. 1. Becau the weak as well aa t stroy not him with th Christ died." It woi preposterous for any right to use his pen way that would make th§ cross of no effect reputation of Christ! your good be evil spo is good, it is desirable way that results in e reflection upon Chrii The release was. he asserts, instantaneous. "At one moment I was seated In my chair, with my eyes tightly shot, my bands gripping the arma of the chair, doing all I could to concentrate my mind on Vincent, and then I perceived myself outside my body, saw my body near me. but certainly not containing me, with the hands relaxing and the head drooping forward on the breast.'' The experiments were conducted In ► following manner: At a prearrangbour Mr. Bessel shut himself In one hia rooms in the Albany and Mr. icent in his sitting room in Staple For a space he lay awake and trembling in the darkness, possessed with Then suddenly Mr. Vincent started like a man who recalls his attention from wandering thoughts, and it seemed to Mr. Bessel that a little, dark red body situated in the middle of Mr. Vincent's brain swelled and {lowed as he uiU so. iaince luat experience he has been shown anatomical figures of the br&in, and he knows now that this is that useless structure, as doctors call It, the pineal eye, for, strange as it may seem to many, wo have deep In our brains, where it cannot possibly see any earthly light, an eye. At the time this, with the rest of the Internal bnatomy of the brain, was quite new to him. At the sight of Its changed appearance, however, he thrust forth his finger and, rather fearful still of the consequences, touched this little spot. And instantly Mr. Vincent started, and Mr. Bessel knew that he was seen. that vague. itable terror of unknown possibilities that comes out of dreams upon even the bravest men. But at last he roused himself and turned over and went to sleep again, only for the dream to return with enhanced vividness. "Now, see here," he said. "1 hare scores of women patient* just Ilk* you. They come in here and tell me all about how their nerves are frazzled into strings, and they can't sit down, and they can't atari d up. and they can't walk or eat or sleep or do this, that or the other thing. Oh, they're in a terrible condition! Well, that's right. They are in a bad fix. And so you want me to cure yon? Well, I'm willing, but you've got to do your part You cannot very well remove these deplorable defects without rooting out the cause, and you can't dig out the cause without throwing away rocking chairs. Oh, yes, I mean it—throw away the rocking chairs. They send more women to the grave and the insane asylum flooring of my cell. Every night I ha«J to replace the boards, so that the warders should not see what I had done. Then an awful disappointment awaited me. The space beneath my cell was lined with sheet iron; but, nothing daunted, I eventually got through that. Then I got into an airshaft, and after three months' bard work saw my way clear to liberty. "At last the opportunity came. It was a dark- night, and all was still. With my sheets I had made a rope, and, as luck would have it, I had picked up a piece of wood, called a 'dog,' with iron hooks at each end. I put my stool underneath the quilt,* to look as much like my body as possible in case the warders should look in, and then went down the passage it had taken me three months' bard labor to make. After lifting an iron grating I found Nothing shakes him In his assurance of that release, and he describes in a quite matter of fact way the new sensation he experienced. He felt be had become Impalpable. So much he had expected, but be had not expected to find himself enormously large. So, however. It would seem, he became. I "I was a great cloud. If I may express it that way, anchored to my body. It appeared to me at first as if I had discovered a greater self, of which the conscious being In my brain was only a little part. I saw the Albany and Piccadilly and Regent street and all the rooms and places In the houses, very minute and very bright and distinct, spread out below me like a little city seen from a balloon. Every now and then vague shapes like drifting wreaths of smoke made the vision «a little indistinct, but at first 1 paid little heed to yiem. The tiling that astonished me most and which astonishes me still Is that I saw quite distinctly the lnsldes of the houses as well as the streets, saw little people dining and talking In the private houses, men and women dining, playing billiards and drinking in restaurants and hotels and several places of entertainment crammed with people. It was like watchlnxr the affairs of a class hive." He awoke with such a strong conviction that Mr. Ressel was In overwhelming distress and need of help that sleep was no longer possible. He was persuaded that his friend had rushed out to some dire calamity. For a time he lay reasoning vainly against this belief, and at last he gave way to It. He arose, against all reason, lit his gas and dressed and set out through Here was a fresh astonishment for Mr. Vincent He had found considerable comfort In Mr. Hart's conviction. He is bound to be laid by the heels before long, and In that assurance he had been able to Buspend his mental perplexities. But any fresh development seemed destined to add new Impossibilities to a pile already heaped beyond the powers of his acceptance. He found hlmselt doubting whether his memory might not have played him some grotesque trick, debating whether any of these things could possibly liave happened, and In the afternoon he hunted up Mr. Hart again to share the' Intolerable weight on his mind. He found Mr. Hart engaged with a well known private detective, but as that gentleman accomplished uothing In this case we need not enlarge upon his proceedings. which •: f is but righteousness am the Holy Ghost" TC ing meat or using drii any principle of our i si ate in internal gra outward observances. the deserted save for a noiseless policeman or so and the early news carts, for it was nearly half past 2 in the morning—toward Vigo street to Inquire if Mr. Bessel had returned. each year than all the sewing machines in the United States. They are at the bottom of more than half thia nervous trouble yon women are always complaining about, and if 1 had my way fully two-thirds of the rockers that now clutter up our houses would be split into kindling wood, and three-fourths of toe factories that are now turning them oat by the hundred would be shut down. People who have never given the matter thought have no idea how much energy is wasted in keeping a rocking chair on the go. The pretty, graceful things move very easily, 1 admit, being the best substitutes for perpetual motion yet invented, but for all that they eat up a vast amount of strength in the coarse of a day that might well be turned to mors useful and less harmful ends. Wby.I pity the person who suffers from the rocking chair drunk as much aa I do the topei who burns his gullet oat." The sufferer from nervous prostratioc suddenly found her voice at this point. "Oh, doctor," she protested, "dont puC it that way. " — — —* ~ :.rj\ aj ful in good wine i And at that Instant it came to Mr. Bessel that evil bad happened to his body,' and, behold, a great wind blew through all that world of shadows and tore him away! So strong was this persuasion that he thought no more of Mr. Vincent, but turned about forthwith, and all the countless faces drove back with him like leaves before a» -gale. But he returned too late. In an instant he saw the body thnt be had left inert and collapsed, lying Indeed like the body of a man Just dead, had arisen—had arisen by virtue of some strength and will beyond his own. It stood, with staring eyes, stretching its limbs in dubipus fashion. For a moment be watched it in wild dismay, and then he stooped toward It, but the plane Of glass bad closed against him again, and he was foiled. He beat himself passionately against this, and all about him the spirits of evil grinned and pointed and mocked. He gave way to furious anger. He compares himself to a bird that has flattered Into a room and is beating at the window pane that holds It back from freedom. But he never got there. As he was going down Long Acre some unaccountable impulse turned him aside out of that street toward Covent Garden, which was just waking to its nocturnal activities. He saw the market ill front of him, a queer effect of glowing yellow lights and busy black figures. He became aware of a shouting and perceived a figure turn the corner by the hotel and run swiftly toward him. He knew at once that it was Mr. BesseL But It was Mr. Bessel transfigured. He was hatless and disheveled, bis collar was torn opeu, he grasped a bone handled walking Cane by the ferrule end, and his mouth was pulled awry. He ran with agile strides and very rapidly. Their encounter was the affair of an Instant "Bessel!" cried Vincent. cut at Hit friend savagely with the Htick. n. and each then fixed bis mind as solntely as possible on tbe other, r. Bowel had acquired the art of self rpootlsm, and so far as he could be tempted first to hypnotize himself td then to project himself as a "phanm of tbe living" across tbe lnterveng space of nearly two miles Into Mr. Incenf s apartment. On several evengs Hilt was tried without any satisctory results, but on the fifth or Kth occasion Mr. Vincent did actually e or Imagine he saw an apparition of r. Basse! standing in his room. He ktes that tbe appearance, although ief, was very vivid and real. He nosed that Mr. Bessel's face was white id bis expression anxious and, moreer, that his hair "was disordered. For moment Mr. Vincent. In spite of his ite of expectation, was too surprised speak or move, and in that moment seemed to him as though the figure anced over his shoulder and lnconti»tiy vanished. weak.'* 1 injures a myself in the open air and managed to throw the hooks on my linen ladder over a wall. By this means I got on to the roof of the officers' quarters. There was no one about, and the only sound I could hear waa that made by my beating heart From the roof I had to Jump on to the boundary wall, about 10 or 12 feet distant I dare Bay it was a bold leap, but you don't stick at trifles when you are escaping from All that day Mr. Bessel's whereabouts eluded an unceasingly active Inquiry and all that night. And all that day there was a persuasion in the back of Mr. Vincent's mind that Mr. Bessel sought his attention, and all through but if brother For a long time he went to and fro seeking it in vain and fearing that it must have been killed, and then he found It at the bottom of the shaft in Baker street, writhing furiously and cursing with pain. Its leg and an arm and two ribs had been broken by its falL Moreover, the evil spirit was angry because his time had been so short and because of the pain, making violent movements and casting bis body about. land. I made the leap and was essfnl in reaching the boundary Then I got to the ground by of my linen ladder. 80, lxi, Such were Mr. Bessel's exact word* as I took them down when be told me the story. Quite forgetful of Mr. Vincent, be remained for a space observing these things. Impelled by curiosl'ty, he says, he stooped down, and, with the shadowy arm he found himself possessed of, be attempted to tonch a man walking along Vigo street, but he could not do so. though bis finger seemed to pass through the man. Something prerented his doing this, but what It was he finds it hard to describe. He compares tbe obstacle to a sheet of glass. 1-7; j 10; I vi, 1 16; ] Don't wj we get—get "Unfortunately the books were sC i disgraceful!" core that I had to leave the lac ■aid the doctor calmly, where It was, and If It had not b * * «!♦ # toe that I might have been In Lone it really * th™ ?r four C***■ wa«. I * who are addicted to the an awful experience. While making aabit the minute 1 dap desperate tug at the ladder I and I honestly think they footsteps approaching, and I ru tiable objects I find in a Into the garden of the grove pu. They are ever restless house. I turned round and saw drank. It soandi The running man gave no sign of recognition either of Mr. Vincent or of his own name. Instead he cut at his friend savagely with the stick, hitting him in the face within an inch of the eye. Mr. Vincent, stunned and astonished, staggered back, lost his footing and fell heavily on the pavement. It seemed to him that Mr. Bessel leaped over him as he felL When he looked again, Mr. Bessel bad vanished, and a policeman and a number, of garden porters and salesmen were rushing past toward Long Acre in hot pursuit. "Doe« it?" "Well, unfortunately in calling things Po» and that's what Aud at that Mr. Bessel returned with redoubled earnestness to the room where the seance was going on, and so soon us he had thrust himself within sight of the place he saw one of the men who stood about the medium looking at his watch as If he meant that the seance should presently end. At that a great number of the shadows who had been striving turned away with gestures of despair. But the thought that the seance was almost over only made Mr. Bessel the more earnest, and he struggled so stoutly with his will against the others that presently he gained the woman's brain. It chanced that just at that moment It glowed very brightly, and In that Instant she wrote the message that Dr. Wilson Paget preserved. And then the other shadows and the cloud of evil spirits about him had thrust Mr. Bessel away from her, and for all the rest of the seance he could regain her no more. rocking chair can tell people heard eyes on them. are the most pii Mlc a have i And, behold, the little body that had once been his was dancing with delight! He saw It shouting, though be conld not bear Its shouts. He saw the violence of Its movements grow. He • and fidgety and ill at ease, and when deprived of the chair their distress Is manifest. They simply don't know what to do with themselves. Take yon yourself, now, for instance. Tou can't sit there for five minutes without getting up the rocking chair motion. Now, I am In earnest about this. If you want to get well, you must give up your rocking chair, just as a drunkard gives up his whisky. If you do that, you'll come out all right. A rocking chair may be restful and helpful to a certain point, but if taken to excess it is bound to play hob with the nerves sooner or later."—New York Sun. day's journey. fuard looking at the ladder. A few minute* afterward shots were fired, and a bell was rung. My escape bad profit. French for cruel It had been arranged that an attempt should be made to photograph any phantasm seen, but Sir. Vincent had not the Instant presence of mind to snap the camera that lay ready on the table beside him, and when he did so he was too late. Greatly elated, however, even by this partial success, he made a note of the exact time and at once took a cab to the Albany to Inform Mr. Bessel of this result He was surprised to find Mr. Bessel's outer door standing open to the night and the Inner apartments lit and vacant and In extraordinary disorder. An . empty champagne magnum lay smashed upon the floor. Its neck had been broken off against the Ink pot on the bureau and lay beside It. An octagonal table which carried a bronze statuette and a number of choice books had been rudely overturned, and down the primrose paper of the wall Inky Angers bad been drawn, as It seemed, for the mere pleasure of defilement. One of the delicate chintz curtains had been violently torn from its rings and thrust upon the fire, so that the smell of Its smoldering filled the room. Indeed the whole place was disarranged in the strangest fashion. For a few minutes Mr. Vitfcent, who had entered sure of finding Mr. Bessel In his easy chair awaiting him, could "I felt as a kitten may feel," he said, "when It goes for the first time to pat its reflection in a mirror." Again and again on the occasion when I heard him tell this story Mr. Bessel returned to that comparison of the sheet of glass. Yet It was not altogether a precise comparison, because, as the reader will speedily see, there were interruptions of this generally impermeable resistance, means of getting through again. But naturally there Is a very great difficulty in expressing these unprecedented Impressions in the Iangunge of everyday experience. been discovered. Guards were running by in all directions; but, unpereeived, I got through the windCJw of the Roman Catholic chapel and concealed myself beneath the communion table, which proved to be something very much like a box. I could hear the sound of hurrying footsteps all night, but no one came into the chapel until the next morning, when service was held there. ing cry of the Scottia Forret, whose grave' ter of a century befor free from ecclesiasti cry for mercy was 1 Jane Grey upon the i own and her husband With the assistance of several garden porters, for the whole street was speedily alive with running people, Mr. Vincent struggled to his feet. He at once became the center of a crowd greedy to see his Injury. A multitude of voices competed to reassure him of bis safety and then to tell him of the behavior of the madman, as they regarded Mr. BesseL He had suddenly appeared In the middle of the market screaming "Life! Life!" striking left and right with a blood stained walking stick and dancing and shouting with laughter at each successful blow. A lad and two women bad broken heads, and be had smashed a man's wrist, a little child had been knocked Insensible, and for a time he had driven every one before him, so furious and resolute bad his behavior been. Then be bad made a raid upon a coffee stall, hurled Its paraffin flare through the window of the postoffice and fled laughing after stunning the foremost of the two policemen who had the pluck to charge him. "How did you get thitT" aaid Mr. Vln- the night Mr. Bessel, with a tear stained face of anguish, pursued him through his dreams. And whenever he saw Mr. Bessel in his dreams be also saw a number of other faces, vague, but malignant, that seemed to be pursuing Mr. Bessel. cent. ing words broke from the 11] Hues at the place of his execi Constance. John Rogers rc confessions and triumphant the waj to the fires of smith words of the Hebrew peal spoken by Sir Thomas More, famous through Europe for" and wisdom," as he laid his the block. Its seventeenth v ten by St. Augustine upon 1 his sick chamber, did not ma any the lees real to the gret reformer. The seventh ver same psalm was found on i copper amid the eternal snC highest point of the earth near Cape Beechy, "Wash shall be whiter than snow. "It was not a pleasant position to be in, I can assure you. A sneeze or a cough would have betrayed me, but fortunately all went well. But I got very hungry. So at the end of about S3 hours I stole out and broke Into the Clifton hotel. I there found some bread and meat,* cheese and tobacco. What was of more consequence, I was able to steal a hat and some clothes. With the clothing and the food—the sweetest food I ever tasted—I returned to my hiding place In the chapeL Out of a black coat I made a pair of trousers, and put on another of the stolen coats, which happened to be made of velvet The food I divided into six portions, and for six days I was concealed beneath that communion table. There were frequent services, and, what was still worse, the priest used to come In at night for private devotions. sis A delegation of representative citizens of Washington called at the White House one day last week, as many delegations do, to lay before the president the merits and claims of a certain aspirant for office and to urge upon the chief executive the desirability of his appointment. As the several gentlemen in the party were introduced the president greeted them cordially and had something pleasant»to say to all. Some of them he hacl met before and remembered, while others were strangers to him. Several in the line had been presented when a certain merchant, well known and highly esteemed, was reached. The president immediately recognised him and said as he grasped his hand warmly: With Improvements. It was only on the following day, Sunday, that Mr. Vincent thought of the remarkable storleB of Mrs. Bullock, the medium, who was then attracting attention for the first time in Londou. He determined to consult her. She was stopping at the house of that well known Inquirer, Dr. Wilson Paget, and Mr. Vincent, although he had never met that gentleman before, repaired to him forthwith with the Intention of invoking her help, but scarcely had he mentioned the name of Bessel when Dr. Paget interrupted him. "Last night, just at the end," he said, "we had a communication." A thing that Impressed him Instantly and which weighed upon him throughout all this experience was the stillness of this place. He was In a world without sound. So he went back and watched through the long hours at the bottom of the shaft where the evil spirit lay In the stolen body it had maimed, writhing and cursing and weeping and groaning and learning the lesson of pain. And toward dawn the thing he had waited for happened. His brain glowed brightly, and the evil spirit came out, and Mr. Bessel entered the body he had feared he should never enter again. As he did so the silence, the brooding silence, ended, he heard the tumult of traffic and the voices of people overhead, and that strange world that is the shadow of our world, the dark, silent shadows of desire and the shadows of lost men, vanished clean away. At first Mr. Bessel's mental state was an unemotional wonder. His thought chiefly concerned Itself with where he might be. He was out of the bodyout of his material body at any rate. But that was not all. He believes, and I for one believe also, that be was somewhere out of space, as we understand it altogether. By a strenuous effort of will he had passed out of his body into a world beyond this world, a world undreamed of, yet lying so close to It and so strangely situated with regard to it that all things on this earth are clearly visible both from without and from within In this other world about us. 1*0r a long time, as it seemed to him. this realization occupied his mind.to the exclusion of all other matters, and then he recalled the engagement with Mr. Vincent to which this astonishing experience was, after all, but a prelude. He there for the tpacc of about three hourt before he wns found. "Yes, 1 remember you very distinctly, Mr. X. I recall when I was a member of congress that 1 purchased a number of suits of clothing at your establishment And I also recollect," continued the president smilingly, "that it was necessary for me to climb three or four flights of stairs to reach your tailoring department." Higher Seme of There iB no way at prayers real and strenuot is made real and pre thoughts. It is impossible any sense of reality to ai or to put soul and gassi love into words that are empty space, and we car what Jesus meant by pn prayer meant to Him t bathed onr spirits in His isfying thought of God. 1 thought take possession prayer is lifted forever at realm of petition, and all C giving as to its answer ifi higher wish, not that onr ] quests shall be granted,  will of God may be known and Rev. F. W. Baldwin, D. IX, in ' gationalist watched it fling his cherished furniture about in the mad delight of existence, rend his books apart, smash bottles, drink heedlessly from the jagged fragments, leap and smite in a passionate acceptance of living. He watched these actions in paralyzed astonishment Then once more he hurled himself against the Impassable barrier and then, with all that crew of mocking ghosts about him, hurried back In dire confusion to Vincent to tell him of the outrage that bad come upon him. Mr. Vincent's first impulse was naturally to Join In the pursuit of his friend. In order, If possible, to save him from the violence of the Indignant people, but his action was slow. The blow had half stunned him, and while this was still no more than a resolution came the news, shouted through the crowd, that Mr. Bessel had eluded his pursuers. At first Mr. Vincent could scarcely credit this, but the universality of the report and presently the dignified return of the two futile policemen convinced him. After some aimless Inquiries he returned toward Staple Inn padding a handkerchief to a now very painful nose. He left the room and returned with a slate on which were certain words written In a handwriting shaky Indeed, but indisputably the handwriting of Mr. BesseL scarcely believe his eyes and stood staring helplessly at these unanticipated things. Then, full of a vague sense of calamity, he nought the porter at the entrance lodge. "Where is Mr. Bessel?" he asked. "Do you know that all the "At last I had more than enough of it and broke into the priest's bouse with the object of obtaining some money. I could find none, however. There was some silver plate, but that was of no use to me. I obtained a white stole, however, and with that made something resembling a shirt. Feeling now fairly confident as to my appearance, I walked down the road -and saw a milkman, who I afterward-found gave Information about me. At a little place 19 miles.from Portland I concealed myself In a field. Two men caipe in blackberrylng, and I had to get out They asked me where I was going. I said to Blandford. "How did you get this?" said Mr. Vincent. "Do you mean"— He lay there for the space of about three hours before he was found. And In spite of the pain and suffering of his wounds and of tlie dim, damp place In which he lay. In spite of tue tears wrung from him by his physical distress, his heart was full of gladness to know that he was back once more In the kindly world of men. "We got It last night." said Dr. Paget. With numerous interruptions from Mr. Vincent, he proceeded to explain how the writing had been obtained. It appears that in her seances Mrs. Bullock passes Into a condition, of trance, her eyes rolling up In a strange way under her eyelids and her body becoming rigid. She then begins to talk very rapidly, usually In voices other than her own. At the same time both of her hands may become  and If slates and pencils are provided they will then write messages simultaneously and quite Independently of the flow of words from her mouth. By many she is considered an even more remarkable medium than the celebrated Mrs. Piper. It was one of these messages, the one written with her left hand, that Mr. Vincent now had before him. It consisted of eight words written disconnectedly, "George Bessel—trial excavn—Baker street — help — starvation." Curiously enough, neither Dr. Paget nor the two other Inquirers who were present bad heard of the disappearance of Mr. Bessel—the news of It appeared only In the evening papers of Saturday— and they had put the message aside with many others of a vague and enigmatical sort that Mrs. Bullock has from time to time delivered. "Ah, Mr. President" exclaimed the merchant quick to make the most of the situation, "you should come to see as again. Now we have elevators."—Washington Post. furniture la broken In Mr. Bessel'4 room?" The porter said nothing, but, obeying his gestures, came at once to Mr. Bessel's apartment to see the state of affairs. "This settles It," he said. He turned bis mind to locomotion In this new body in which he found himself. For a time he was unable to shift himself from his attachment to his earthly carcass. For a time this new, strange, cloud body of his simply swayed, contracted, expanded, colled and writhed with his efforts to free himself, and then quite suddenly the link that bound him snapped. For a moment everything was bidden by what appeared to be whirling spheres of dark vapor, and then through a momentary gap be saw his drooping body collapse limply, saw his lifeless head drop sideways and found he was driving along like a huge cloud in a strange place of shadowy clouds that bad the luminous Intricacy of London spread like a model below. A Pet Tarantula. Goodin of Texas owns a pet tarantula which be calls Joe. The tarantula responds to his name and gives many tokens of intelligence and affection. He lies perfectly quiet on his back, lets his fangs be exhibited and makes no attempt to use them to any one's harm. At his master's command he shakes hands with one of his long legs, and he loves to be fondled and petted. He has been in captivity more than two years and apparently has no longing for freedom. He is large, cleanly in his habits and will not allow any refuse in his cage. He eats only once in three or four weeks and throws away his old clothes and puts on new ones once a year. His food consists mainly of large crickets and grasshoppers. Goodin is fond of animals of all sorts and has a great control over them. Wild birds often follow him for long distances, and other untamed creatures show a similar inclination. surveying the lunatic confusion. "I didn't know of this. Mr. Bessel'a gone off. He's mad!" Ho then proceeded to tell Mr. Vincent that about half an hour previously—that Is to say, about the time of Mr. Besael's apparition in Mr. Vincent's rooms—the missing gentleman had rushed out of the gates of the Albany Into Vigo street, hatless and with disordered hair, and bad vanished in the direction of Bond street "And as bo went past me," said the porter, "be laughed a sort of gasping laugh, with his mouth wide open and his eyes glar- But the brain of Vincent was now closed against apparitions, and the disembodied Mr. Bessel pursued him In vain as be hurried out into Holborn to call a cab. Foiled and terror stricken, Mr. Bessel swept back again to find his desecrated body whooping in a glorious frenzy down the Burlington arcade. Beecher and Ingersoll were always great friends. Mr. Beecher had a celestial globe in his study, a present from some manufacturer. On It was an excellent representation of the constellations and stars which compose them. Ingersoll was delighted with the globe. He examined It closely and turned it round and round. Beecher and InReraoll. He was angry and astonished and perplexed. It appeared to him Indisputable that Mr. Bessel must have gone violently mad in the midst of his experiment' In thongbt transference, but why that should make blm appear with a sad white face In Mr. Vincent's dreams seemed a problem beyond solution. He racked his brains In vain to explain this. It seemed to blm at last that not simply Mr. Bessel, but the order of things, must be insane. But he could tblnk of nothing to do. He shut himself carefully In bis room, lit his fire—it was a gas fire, with asbestus bricks — and, fearing fresh dreams if be went to bed, remained bathing his Injured face or holding up books In a vain attempt to read until dawn. Throughout that vigil be bad a curious persuasion that Mr. Bessel was endeavoring to speak to him, but he would not let himself attend to any such belief. "They volunteered to show me the way, but we had not gone very far before we met two police Inspectors. They asked me to go Into a public house and give an account at myself. They were particularly anxious to know If I had a mark on my right wm. Seeing the game was almost up, I tried to dash through the public house, but It was no good, and 1 was collared. I was afterward sentenced to eight years' penal servitude for the burglary at the Clifton hotel." — London Telecrash.All In CharMttf. We love a friend for his • • • graces and not for his outward ance. A handsome face cannot be i manent basis for a friendship, roots of friendship are all in chart It is what our friend is that dra to him. This is the reason whj true men and women can expa friendship at its best It la a pri served for the pure and the no) William T. Ellis. And now the attentive reader begins to understand Mr. Bessei's interpretation of the first part of this strange story. The being whose frantic rush through London had inflicted so much Injury and disaster had indeed Mr. Bessei's body, but it was not Mr. BesseL It was an evil spirit out of that strange world beyond existence into which Mr. Bessel had so rashly ventured. For 20 hours it held possession of him, and for all those 20 hours the dispossessed spirit body of Mr. Bessel was going to and fro in that unheard of middle world of shadows, seeking help In vain. "It's just what I wanted," he said; "who made it?" "Who made it?" repeated Beecher; "who made this globe? Oh, nobody, colonel, it just happened!"—San Francisco Argonaut Inc. I tell you, sir, be fair scared me, like this." According to his Imitation, It was \ anything bat a pleasant laugh. "He waved his band, with all his lingers crooked and clawing, like that, and he said In a sort of fierce whisper, 'Life." Just that one word, 'Life? " "Dear me!" said Mr. Vincent "Tot, lent! Dear me!" He could think of ■fcthing else to say. He was naturally Wf much surprised. He turned frofo the team to the porter and from the porter W tne room in gravest perptex- tty. Bej*bd his suggestion that probably Mr. Bvnnel would come back presently and exjx'ain what bad happened their conversation was unable to proceed. "It might be a sudden toothache." said the porter, "a very sudden and violent toothache jumping on him suddenly like and driving him wild. I've broken things myself before now In such a case." He thought. "If it was, why should he say 'Lifer to me But now be was aware that the fluctuating vapor about him was something more than vapor, and the temerarious excitement of his first essay was shot with fear, for he perceived, at first Indistinctly and then suddenly very clearly, that lie was surrounded by faces; that each roll and coll of the seeming clond stuff was a face. And such faces—faces of thin shadow, faces of gaseous tenuity, faces like those faces that glare with intolerable strangeacMs upon the sleeper in the evil hours of his dreams; evil, greedy eyes that were full ol a covetous curiosity; faces with knit hrows and snarling, siulliug lips. Their vague hands clutched at Mr. Bessel as he passed, and the rest of their bodies were but a vague, elusive streak of trailing darkness. Never a word they said, never a sound from the mouths that seemed to gibber. All about him they pressed in that dreamy silence, passing freely through the dim iiiistiness that was his body, gathering ever more numerously about him. And the shadowy Mr. Bessei, now suddenly fear stricken, drove mistily through the silent, active multitude of eyes and clutching hands. Impontlble, Lost Their Taste For Holier. The Caddie's Fus Pu. ? "You cau't imagine how shocked I wai to discover that my caddie smoked cigarettes !" Friendman—Don't go away from home with any such feelings as you have just expressed toward your wife. Some day she may join the silent majority, and then you will be sorry for what you have said. Two persons, named Baldy Watklns and Herman Zuber, were sorely afflicted the other day in trying to hive a swarm of bees that had alighted on a large tree near the corner of Ninth and Trimble. Baldy, who#e head contains as much hair as a pumpkin, placed a gunny sack over his headend body and, after cutting armholes in it, ascended the tree with a cracker bos to rake the bees into It. As fast as the bees were raked off they mistook the covering he had on for a hive, and naturally they ascended to the top. Baldy was busy, and so were the bees. All at once he felt a peculiar sensation as if some one were beating him on the head with a steak beater. Suspecting something was wrong, he "broke away" from the limb, coming down with the sack, box and bees. His bald head looks as though a thousand peckerwoods had been beating a tattoo upon it, and he is wearing a towel instead of a hat. His friend Mr. Zuber got off a little better, yet his hands and face look as if he had been suffering for months with Inflammatory rheumatism. These two gentlemen have lost all taste for honey.—Paducal) (Ky.) News. Dewey Had No Grievance. "Where do you take command of the fleet?" a lady friend asked Dewey just before be left for Manila. "The little rascal!" "Yes, the Scotch almost in1 smoke a pipe ynn know."—Detrc nal.  "At Hongkong," he replied. After a silence the lady said He spent many hours beating at the minds of Mr. Vincent and of his friend, Mr. Hart. Each, as we know, he roused by his efforts. But the language that might convey his situation to these helpers across the gulf he did not know. Hla feeble fingers groped vainly and powerlessly In their brains. Once Indeed, as we have already told, he was able to turn Mr. Vincent aside from bis path, so that he encountered the stolen body In Its career, but he could not make him understand the thing that had happened. He was unable to draw any help from that encounter. AH through these hours the persuasion Was overwhelming in Mr. Bessei's mind that presently the body would be killed by Its furious tenant and be would have to remain in this ,jsbadow land forever more, so that tboae long hours were a growing agony of fear. And ever as he hurried to and fro In his Ineffectual excitement innumerable spirits of that world about him mobbed him and confused his mind, and ever an envious applauding their successful Harrier—What! My wife join a silent majority! She couldn't stand It. It'd kill her If she had to be silent for Just one minute.—Richmond Dispatch. "Aren't you aggrieved, in view of our possible trouble with Spain, over being ordered to the remote Asiatic station, which can hardly be in the picture in case of war?" About dawn his physical fatlpne asserted Itself, and he went to bed and slept at last In spite of dreaming. He rose later, unrested and anxious and in considerable facial pain. The morning papers bad no news of Mr. Bessei's aberration. It had come too late for them. Mr. Vincent's perplexities, to which the fever of his bruise added fresh Irritation, became at last Intolerable, and after a fruitless visit to the Albany he went down to St. Paul's churchyard, to Mr. Hart, Mr. Bessel's partner and, so far as Mr. Vincent knew, his nearest friend. When Dr. Paget heard Mr. Vincent's story, he gave himself at once with great energy to the pursuit of this clew to the discovery of Mr. Bessel. It would serve no useful purpose here to describe the Inquiries of Mr. Vincent and himself. Suffice It that the clew was a genuine one and that Mr. Bessel was actually discovered by Its aid. • Getting Rope Se«me. A peculiarity about roping horses or steers with a lasso Is that after getting a hard fall a few times they quickly get "rope sense." I have ofteu seen them, in a corral, stand stock still when the ro|xD falls across their backs —even When, as a matter of fact, they are uot caught. If any reader has ever encountered a clothesline while running at full speed in the dark, the line stretched at about the level of the throat, lie will notice that he doesn't run across that' lawn any more after nightfall. He's got "rope sense," in fact—Wide World Magazine. "Sailor's luck!" replied Dewey. "Moreover, I haven't entertained grievances for years." And then he added, evidently as an after thought, "Besides, you know, Spain owns the Philippines."—Ladles' Home Journal. He was found at the bottom of a detached shaft which bad been sunk and abandoned at the commencement of the work for the new electric railway hear Baker street station. His arm and leg and two ribs were broken. The shaft is protected by a boarding nearly 20 feet high, and over this, incredible as it seems, Mr. Bessel, a stout, middle aged gentleman, must have scrambled In order to fall down the shaft. He was saturated in colza oil, and the smashed tin lay beside him, but luckily the flame bad been extinguished by his fall, and his madness had passed torn# him altogether. Bat ho was ofJ went past r D Vincent did not know. Mr. Bes- I not return, and at laat Mr. Vinlaving done some morf- helpless X and having addressed a note of nqulry and left it in a conspicusitlon on the bureau, returned in ' perplexed frame of mind to his iremlses In Staple Inn. This aftd given him a shock. He was on to account for Mr. Bessel's et on any sane hypothesis. He to read, but he could not do so. otrlkf Him m Hint. "John," she said softly, "have you been saying anything about me to mother lately ?" * He was surprised to learn that Mr. Hart, although he knew nothing of the outbreak, had also been disturbed by a vision, the very vision that Mr. Vincent had seen, Mr. Bessel, white and disheveled, pleading earnestly by his gestures for help. That was bis impression of the import of his signs. "I was just going to look him up in the Albany when you arrived," said Mr. Hart. "I was so sure of something being wrong "No," replied John, ask?" "Why do you "Because she said this morning that she believed you were on the eve of proposing to me. Now, I do not wish you to speak to mother when you have anything of that kind to say. Speak to. me, and I'll manage the business with mother." LninrlnllnK In Tbem. Mrs. Oofrequent—Poor Mrs. Upjohn looks miserable. Making Friends. So inhuman were these faces, so malignant their staring eyes and shadowy, clawing gestures, that it did not occur to Mr. Bessel to attempt lntercoiuae with these drifting cre&ttuet. Blessed is the man who has the gift of making friends, for it Is one of God's best gifts. It involves many things, but above all is the power of going out of oneself and seeing and appreciating whatever Is noble and laving la another aiaa. ,, .. . , - Mrs. Seldom-Holme—Well, she isn't. She's happy. She has the golf shoulder, the trolley car heart, the bicycle face, and she thinks she's getting hay fever.— Chicago Tribune. i And Jafen said he would. walk and was so