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himself walking in the streets of his native city。 It was
spring； and the trees were white with buds。 The long shadows of
the late afternoon stretched across the way； but the clear sky
gave indication of prolonged twilight； and the air was warm and
balmy。 Nature was filled with life； and seemed to be proclaiming
that the cold was past。
As he moved along the street he met a funeral procession。
〃What a pity；〃 he thought； 〃a man should die； with summer so near
at hand！〃
He was also surprised at the keenness of his sight； for； inclosed
in each man's body； he saw the outline of his soul。 But the dead
man's body was empty； like a cage without a bird。 He also read
the thoughts in their minds。
〃Now；〃 said a large man in the carriage next the hearse； 〃I may
win her； since she is a widow。〃
The widow herself kept thinking： 〃Would it had been I！ His life
was essential to the children； while I should scarcely have been
missed。 I wish I had no duties here； and might follow him now。〃
While pondering on these things； he reached Sylvia's house； and
went into the little room in which he had so often seen her。 The
warm southwesterly breeze blew through the open windows； and far
beyond Central Park the approaching sunset promised to be
beautiful。 The table was covered with flowers； and though he had
often seen that variety； he had never before noticed the
marvellous combinations of colours； while the room was filled
with a thousand delicious perfumes。 The thrush hanging in the
window sang divinely； and in a silver frame he saw a likeness of
himself。
〃I have always loved this room；〃 he thought； 〃but it seems to me
now like heaven。〃
He sat down in an arm…chair from force of habit； to await his
fiancee。
〃Oh； for a walk with Sylvia by twilight！〃 his thoughts ran on；
〃for she need not be at home again till after seven。〃
Presently he heard the soft rustle of her dress； and rose to meet
her。 Though she looked in his direction； she did not seem to see
him； and walked past him to the window。 She was the picture of
loveliness silhouetted against the sky。 He went towards her； and
gazed into her deep…sea eyes； which had a far…away expression。
She turned； went gracefully to the mantelpiece； and took a
photograph of herself from behind the clock。 On its back Ayrault
had scrawled a boyish verse composed by himself； which ran：
〃My divine； most ideal Sylvia；
O vision； with eyes so blue；
'Tis in the highest degree consequential；
To my existence in fact essential；
That I should be loved by you。〃
As she read and reread those lines； with his whole soul he
yearned to have her look at him。 He watched the colour come and
go in her clear； bright complexion； and was rejoiced to see in
her the personification of activity and health。 Beneath his own
effusion on the photograph he saw something written in pencil； in
the hand he knew so well：
〃Did you but know how I love you；
No more silly things would you ask。
With my whole heart and soul I adore you
Idiot！ goose！ bombast！〃
And as she glanced at it； these thoughts crossed her mind： 〃I
shall never call you such names again。 How much I shall have to
tell you！ It is provoking that you stay away so long。〃
He came still nearerso near； in fact； that he could hear the
beating of her heartbut she still seemed entirely unconscious
of his presence。 Losing his reserve and self…control； he
impulsively grasped at her hands； then fell on his knees； and
then； dumfounded； struggled to his feet。 Her hands seemed to
slip through his； he was not able to touch her； and she was still
unaware of his presence。
Suddenly a whole flood of light and the truth burst upon him。 He
had passed painlessly and unconsciously from the dreamland of
Saturn to the shadowland of eternity。 The mystery was solved。
Like the dead bishop； he had become a free spirit。 His prayer
was answered； and his body； struck by lightning； lay far away on
that great ringed planet。 How he longed to take in his arms the
girl who had promised herself to him； and who； he now saw； loved
him with her whole heart； but he was only an immaterial spirit；
lighter even than the ether of space； and the unchangeable laws
of the universe seemed to him but the irony of fate。 As a
spirit； he was intangible and invisible to those in the flesh；
and likewise they were beyond his control。 The tragedy of life
then dawned upon him； and the awful results of death made
themselves felt。 He glanced at Sylvia。 On coming in she had
looked radiantly happy； now she seemed depressed； and even the
bird stopped singing。
〃Oh；〃 he thought； 〃could I but return to life for one hour； to
tell her how incessantly she has been in my thoughts； and how I
love her！ Death； to the aged； is no lossin fact； a
blessingbut now！〃 and he sobbed mentally in the anguish of his
soul。 If he could but communicate with her； he thought； but he
remembered what the departed bishop had said； that it would take
most men centuries to do this； and that others could never learn。
By that time she； too； would be dead； perhaps having been the
wife of some one else； and he felt a sense of jealousy even
beyond the grave。 Throwing himself upon a rug on the floor； in a
paroxysm of distress； he gazed at Sylvia。
〃Oh； horrible mockery！〃 he thought； thinking of the spirit。 〃He
gave me worse than a stone when I asked for bread； for； in place
of freedom； he sent me death。 Could I but be alive again for a
few moments！〃 But； with a bitter smile； he again remembered the
words of the bishop； 〃What would a soul in hell not give for but
one hour on earth？〃
Sylvia had seated herself on a small sofa； on which； and next to
her； he had so often sat。 Her gentle eyes had a thoughtful look；
while her face was the personification of intelligence and
beauty。 She occasionally glanced at his photograph； which she
held in her hand。
〃Sylvia； Sylvia！〃 he suddenly cried； rising to his knees at her
feet。 〃I love； I adore you！ It was my longing to be with you
that brought me here。 I know you can neither see nor hear me；
but cannot your soul commune with mine？〃
〃Is Dick here？〃 cried Sylvia； becoming deadly pale and getting
up； 〃or am I losing my reason？〃
Seeing that she was distressed by the power of his mind； Ayrault
once more sank to the floor； burying his face in his hands。
Unable to endure this longer； and feeling as if his heart must
break； he rushed out into the street； wishing he might soothe his
anguish with a hypodermic injection of morphine； and that he had
a body with which to divert and suppress his soul。
Night had fallen； and the electric lamps cast their white rays on
the ground； while the stars overhead shone in their eternal
serenity and calm。 Then was it once more brought home to him
that he was a spirit； for darkness and light were alike； and he
felt the beginning of that sense of prescience of which the
bishop had spoken。 Passing through the houses of some of the
clubs to which he belonged； he saw his name still upon the list
of members； and then he went to the places of amusement he knew
so well。 On all sides were familiar faces； but what interested
him most was the great division incessantly going on。 Here were
jolly people enjoying life and playing cards； who； his foresight
showed him； would in less than a year be under ground like
Mercutio； in 〃Romeo and Juliet；〃 to…day known as merry fellows；
who to…morrow would be grave men。
While his eyes beheld the sun； he had imagined the air felt warm
and balmy。 He now saw that this had been a hallucination； for he
was chilled through and through。 He also perceived that be cast
no shadow； and that no one observed his presence。 He； on the
other hand； saw not only the air as it entered and left his
friends' lungs； but also the substance of their brains； and the
seeds of disease and death； whose presence they themselves did
not even suspect； and the seventy…five per cent of water in their
bodies； making them appear like sacks of liquid。 In some he saw
the germs of consumption； in others； affections of the heart。 In
all； he saw the incessant struggle between the healthy
blood…cells and the malignant； omnipresent bacilli that the cells
were trying to overcome。 Many men and women he saw were in love；
and he could tell what all were about to do。 Oh； the secrets
that were revealed； while the motives for acts were now laid bare
that till then he had misunderstood！ He had often heard the old
saying； that if every person in a ball…room could read the
thoughts of the rest； the ball would seem a travesty on
enjoyment； rather than real pleasure； and now he perceived its
force。 He also noticed that many were better than he had
supposed； and were trying； in a blundering but persevering way；
to obey their consciences。 He saw some unselfish thoughts and
acts。 Many things that he had attributed to irresolution or
inconsistency； he perceived were in reality self… sacrifice。 He
went on in frantic disquiet； distance no longer being of
conse