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and it was clear starlight When 1 entered my room I sent the maid away and sat down by the window. The beauty of. the night made me restless; I went downstairs, slipped out through the' garden to the per gola. My hammock hung there and I lay down in it, looking at the stars." She drew the ring from her finger, holding it out for him to see. "The starlight caught the gems on the Sign of Venus," she said under her breath; "that was the beginning. And then I don't know why as I lay there idly turning the ring on my finger, I found myself saying. "I must go to New York; I must leave my body here asleep in the hammock and go down to my own room in 58th street A curious little chill passed over Hetherford. "Isaid it again and again I don't know why. I remembei the ring glit tered; I remember it grew brighter and brighter. And then and then! I found myself upstairs here in the dark, groping for matches." Again that faint chill touched Hetherford. "I was stupefied for a moment," she said tremulously; "then I sus pected what I had done and it fright ened me. And when I lighted the candle and saw it was truly my own room and when I caught sight of my own face in the mirror terror seized me; it was like a glimpse of something taken unawares. "For, do you know that although in the glass I saw my own face, the face was NOT looking back at me." She dropped her head, crushing the ring in both hands. "The reflected face was far love lier than mine; and it was mine, I think, yet it was not looking at me and it moved when I die not move. I wonder I wonder " The tension was too much. "If that be so," he said, steadying his voice "if you saw a face in your mirror, the face was your own." He fosij- impatiently. "All thaj; you have told me can he' explained," he said. "How can it? At this very moment I am asleep in my hammock." "We will deal with that later," he said, smiling at her. "Where is there a looking glass?" "There is one in the hallway." She rose, slipping the ring on her finger and led the way to an oval gilt mir ror. "Now look into the glass," he said gayly. She raised her head and faced the mirror for an instant. "Come here," she whispered; and he stepped behind her, looking over her shoulder. In the glass, as though reflected, he saw her face, but THE PACE WAS IN PROFILE! A shiver passed over him from head to "foot "Did I not tell you," she whispered. "Look! See, the other face is mov ing, while I am still!" "There's something wrong about the glass, of course," he muttered; "it's defective." "But who is that in the glass?" "It is you your profile. I don't exactly understand. GOOD LORD! IT'S TURNING AWAY FROM US1" She shrank against the wall, wide eyed, breathing rapidly. (To Be Concluded Monday.) o o