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more. How you have suffered, let
ting your brain control."
"Instead of your heart, Abner.
That poor old clacking machine that
it called the brain. It goes its weary
round and now you will rest and let
"But my wife, my daughter, Jim,
my business "
"Abner, the souls of those you love
will be in touch with you even here,
even while their bodies are on earth.
But the rest is a dream, Abner. Do
you remember our heartbreaking
quarrel? What nonsense! And all
the while our souls were ,free, only
we didn't know it I shall "leave you
now but I shall come to you when
you need me, Abner."
Abner was conscious of the void
again, and then he saw a face look
ing into his one that he had not
seen in forty years.
"My son!" murmured the sweet,
Abner felt like a little boy again.
"You!" he whispered. "Unchangi
"The spirit never changes. You
see me as you know me. What I ap
pear like is what each person who
sees me here wishes in his heart.
What a poor life, Abner' How glad
you must be that it is ended. Here
one does not worry about phan
toms." "But they are not phantoms," pro
tested Abner. "My daughter wants
to marry Tom Rogers. He isn't
earning enough to support her. And
Jim, who I hoped would grow up to
manage the farm he's painting pic
tures. And so it goes. The cares "
"Phantom cares, my son," said his
mother, smiling. "You have created
them. There is only one real way
to live, but when we are on earth we I
do not realize it How I worried
about my kitchen ! If you were away
an hour too long I feared that you
ad fallen into the pond. When you
ere so ill "with scarlet fever every
rath you drew was torture to me." 1
"What is the only -way to live,
mother?" whispered Abner.
"To do the will of him who gave us
our bodies, Abner. To worry about
nothing, and to fear nothing."
And Abner Green, struck dumb,
realized that he had made all the
miseries of his own life. He looked
back along a vista of tribulations and
"If I could have my chance again!"
"So many wish that," a voice near
him answered. And he looked up,
but once again he was alone, and he
did not know who had spoken.
Then, through the void, he saw a
luminous line, which seemed to ex
tend Upward from where he stood for
an immeasurable distance. He fol
lowed that spidery cord, and gradu
ally he began to make out a little
object lying motionless at the end
of it. He realized that it was his
body. The silver cord had not yet
"If I could have my chance aeain!"
'he thought wistfully.
And he began to make his way,
hand over hand, along that slender
rope of life, that swayed and trem
bled over the fathomless void beneath
him. The distance seemed an end
less one. But little by little he seem
ed to be approaching the end. And
then he seemed to be above his body,
and looking down at it.
The effort was an impossible one.
In spite of all his yearning, he could
not stir that corpse into life. Looking
about him he saw, like phantoms, the
faces of his wife and daughter. Both
kneeled and both -were weeping.
At that sight an electric shock
seemed to galvanize him into move
ment A sudden unconsciousness
and Abner opened his eyes in bed.
"It was a thousand chances to one,
but a miracle has happened. He has
pulled through," said the doctor.
Abner smiled, weakly and moved
his weak hand toward his daughter's.
"Why isn't Tom here, my dear?"