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Sir Henry Heyman 





nKe ChristopKer PublisKing Hotise 
Boston, Massachusetts 

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Copyright igi6 
By Thb Christopher Publishing Hoosk 


The following pages, which, in my 
humble judgment, are of intense interest and 
value to all seekers for first-hand informa- 
tion regarding the nature of a larger life 
than that which meets our external senses, 
contain an accurate account of experiences 
in real life, veiled in the guise of seeming 
fiction. We have almost ceased to be as- 
tonished at any new revelation in the domain 
of applied science which may come into 
general vogue. Only a comparatively few 
years ago Wireless Telegraphy was un- 
known, and the great discoveries of William 
Marconi and a few other extremely ad- 
vanced electricians were looked upon by 
many professedly **practical, level-headed" 
persons as merely figments of the scientific 

As long ago as during the 80's of the 
19th century Sir Oliver Lodge and a few 
other singularly intrepid and adventurous 
men of scientific renown had plunged into 
the vortex of Psychical Research, but though 
the famous Professor Alfred Russel Wal- 
lace had avowed himself a Spiritualist and 
Sir William Crookes had come out boldly 
in favor of a scientific theory of telepathy, 
the average man of science looked askance 


at anything presumably calculated to cross 
the mysterious border-Hne between the physi- 
cal and the spiritual. 

The position of the scientific world is now 
so greatly changed that we are not aston- 
ished to learn on good authority that Sir 
Oliver Lodge is positively convinced that he 
is in possession of satisfactory evidence 
confirming the fact of actual communion 
between those still functioning through physi- 
cal bodies and the so-called, but mis-called, 

A gifted writer has recently expressed 
herself in the following impressive words^ 
called forth by recent demonstrations in the 
field of actual scientific exploration: **But 
a very few years ago wireless telegraphy as 
a medium for transmitting intelligence through 
the air was unheard of; yesterday the hu- 
man voice was heard distinctly half way 
round the planet; to-morrow we may hear 
a voice from one of the distant stars." 

Important though these new discoveries 
and revelations unquestionably are, when 
viewed solely from the standpoint of com- 
mercial advantage and freedom of inter- 
course between physically separated friends, 
the ethical implications of this rapidly grow- 
ing proof of the immeasurable greatness of 
human capacity are far more stupendously 
important, for the larger view we take of our 
possibilities, and the greater our knowledge 
of the law governing psychical as well as 
physical activity, the stronger must become 
our hold on assurances of immortality and 


the certainty that we are even now and here 
living in a spiritual realm immeasurably 
vaster than our physical senses can deter- 

The more sensitive we are constitutionally 
or temperamentally the more readily do we 
respond to vibrations in higher octaves than 
those which appeal to our less sensitive, or 
less highly sensitized, fellow beings. 

Musical therapeutics is a branch of scien- 
tific healing which has been as yet hardly 
hinted at save by a few unusually progressive 
musical enthusiasts, among whom Eva 
Augusta Vescelius, sister of the author of 
**The Soul of an Organ," has been a genu- 
ine pioneer. But with the increase of atten- 
tion now being bestowed upon the psychical 
aspects of therapeutics, we may confidently 
expect that in the very near future music will 
take its rightful place among accepted health- 
giving and health-restoring agencies, and lit- 
erally from the very ''soul*' of an organ will 
proceed healing effluence appreciable by suf- 
ferers for whose necessities other modes of 
treatment may have long been tried in vain. 
The widespread interest in music, which is 
growing daily, is certainly an avenue through 
which the higher forces can work directly for 
the alleviation of human suffering and the 
increase of knowledge concerning celestial 
realms. Adelaide Proctor's exquisite poem, 
**The Message Sent to Heaven," is receiving 
more and more justification as science grasps 
the hand of poetry and pays its tribute to the 


fundamental verities which underlie the poets' 

The coming age will unquestionably be 
one in which there will be no antagonism 
between intellect and emotion, but the two 
will so dwell together, as in connubial felicity 
that, to use popular rather than scientific 
phraseology, head and heart will run in 
double harness. 

Transcending all else of interest and vital 
moment to humanity is the clear, bright 
light which modern revelations are shower- 
ing upon the hitherto dark problem of our 
Hereafter. We may well admit the reason- 
ableness of the new widely accepted proposi- 
tion that there is the same intimate connection 
between ourselves on earth and our so-called 
"departed" loved ones that there is between 
devoted friends whose physical bodies are 
held apart by what the world calls material 
space. The chasm of space is practically 
bridged on earth by wireless telegraphy, but 
there must be stations and operators or the 
truth of "wireless" cannot be demonstrated. 
So is it with our conscious communion with 
the usually unknown realm of spirit. Glibly 
we speak of invisible, inaudible and much 
else that we arbitrarily designate neoratively. 
while all about us are highly attuned human 
instruments responding to finer vibrations 
than the general average of humanity in its 
present limited development can be aware of. 

As a definite contribution to the literature 
of the new period I heartily commend the 
following entrancing story to all who are on 


the alert for confirmation of the mighty 
truth of the beautiful inspiring words of 
Harriet Beecher Stowe: 

''It lies around us like a cloud, a world we 
do not see; 
But the soft closing of an eye, may bring 
us there to be.** 


* 'Seated, one day, at the organ 
I was weary and ill at ease. 
And my fingers wandered idly 
Over the noisy keys; 
I know not what I was playing. 
Or what I was dreaming then. 
But I struck one chord of music. 
Like the sound of a great Amen. 

It flooded the crimson twilight. 
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm, 
And it lay on my fever'd spirit. 
With a touch of infinite calm. 
It quieted pain and sorrow. 
Like love overcoming strife, 
It seem'd the harmonious echo 
From our discordant Hfe. 

It linked all perplexed meanings. 

Into one perfect peace. 

And trembled away into silence. 

As if it were loth to cease; 

I have sought, but I seek it vainly. 

That one lost chord divine. 

Which came from the soul of the organ. 

And enter'd into mine. 

It may be that Death's bright Angel, 
Will speak in that chord again. 
It may be that only in Heav'n 
I shall hear that grand Amen." 

— ^Adelaide A. Proctor. 


TKe Soul of an Organ 


In the province of Wurtemberg 
on the banks of the Danube lies 
the ancient and fortified town of 
Ulm, whose streets at one time re- 
sounded with the strains of martial 
music and the tread of the armies 
of Napoleon I. 

It was in this quaint old town 
that Napoleon's forces were en- 
camped on their way to Russia, 
and thirty thousand souls gathered 
in the Cathedral to greet the Em- 

The inhabitants of Ulm look 
with awe and admiration upon 
their Cathedral, whose single lofty 
spire points like a finger to the 
skies, while from its smaller pinna- 
cles the Swabian Alps are to be 
seen in the near distance. 



The great Munster, four hun- 
dred feet in length, is a worthy 
temple of worship. Erected more 
than three centuries before Colum- 
bus set sail to try the fortunes of 
a western course, serene and calm 
it stands welcoming the hurrying 
throng with scarcely a mark from 
the hand of time to show the pass- 
ing of the years. 

It was a lovely day in May when 
the sound of a great organ pealed 
from the open door of the Cathe- 
dral, while shimmering streams of 
light were falling on worshiper 
and priest, pillar and pulpit, from 
windows high in the vaulted dome. 

On the incense laden air, which 
floated from the altar, rose the 
thundering tones of the great in- 
strument, uttering as it were, its 
warlike commands to bitter foes in 
combat, then again changing to 
pleading strains as from some dis- 
tant angel choir until the wor- 
shiper was barely conscious of the 
passing scene and the angel chant 
grew fainter and still fainter, the 
eyes closed in rapt adoration of 
things sublime, the blood flowed 


through the veins with an added 
swiftness, the heart pulsated with 
a conscious throb, and the breath 
came slower through the lips, for 
the soul of the man at the keyboard 
was speaking through the instru- 
ment, telling the story of life, 
while the answering echo in every 
heart gave testimony that all men 
were brothers. 

Who was this man that could 
breathe into the organ and make 
it a living entity to which the 
thoughts and heart-throbs of the 
kneeling multitude responded? 
His shapely head covered with 
softly waving brown hair, was 
poised on high, broad shoulders; 
the pointed beard had been care- 
fully trimmed; the face in outline 
was a blending of the feminine 
and the masculine, and yet there 
was a certain strength about the 
muscles of the throat. But it was 
in the dark blue eyes veiled by 
black lashes that the singular fasci- 
nation of the man was to be found. 
Under deep emotion an intensity 
of expression illuminated the face, 


reminding one of Hoffman's paint- 
ing of the man, Jesus. 

As the music died away in the 
gathering twilight and was lost in 
the dark recesses of the Cathedral, 
the organist rose and lifting his 
head, gazed through and beyond 
the arches above him. Presently a 
sigh escaped his lips and he regret- 
fully turned from the instrument, 
his face lost that rapt look of the 
artist, as slowly descending the 
winding stairway, he passed out 
through a side door into a garden 
and strolled up a narrow path 
leading to the dwelling at the end. 
The strains of music still lingered 
in his ear and he stood a few mo- 
ments looking at the great stone 
pile, as he had done many times 

It is in the presence of strength 
outlined in noble structures, hal- 
lowed by the devotion of centuries 
that the best inspirations are often 
born. Who knows what new motif 
comes to the soul of the musician 
who, through solitary hours, lives 
alone in the vaulted dome of these 


architectural wonders — " frozen 

As the organist awoke from his 
reverie and neared the porch, a 
sweet but intense face appeared in 
the doorway. 

He smiled as he saw his sister, 
the gentle Amina. The green- 
sward was covered with cherry 
blossoms and the evening air was 
laden with the delicious odor which 
arises from the earth in the early 
spring, while one of those rare, 
restful twilights fell over the land. 

As Amina came and stood at 
Joseph's side, the nightingale in 
the bushes sang its ode to the night 
in a burst of joy. When it ceased 
singing Amina softly crooned a 
lullaby. All nature was wrapping 
itself in repose, and she was assist- 
ing it. Amina's brownish-lidded 
eyes asked so many questions, not 
of you, but of the stars, that it 
would have taken an eternity to 
have answered them, and her low 
feminine voice was but an echo 
from the gentle spirit within. To 
live in her brother's world of music 
made her life complete. He was 


the beloved "Joseph" of the com- 
munity; the capable leader of an 

"Helena is coming home," said 
Amina, as she handed him a letter 
stamped with a foreign postmark, 
"and she may be with us at any 
moment, for the letter has been de- 

A look of surprise swept over 
the organist's face. 

"Helena coming home!" he said. 
"After all these years! I can 
scarcely believe it." 

He paced up and down the walk 
with Amina, as he looked over at 
the great Munster and continued: 

"When Helena left us to go to 
America as the wife of Carl Bauer, 
I was the poor student, struggling 
hesitatingly, but slowly to the goal. 
She returns to us alone; a widow, 
to find you, Amina lovelier than 

"And to find that you are 
the Kapellmeister of Ulm," said 
Amina, with a bright smile. "I 
have often dreamed of her return 
and wondered if we would know 


"She cannot have changed very 
much," said Joseph, thoughtfully, 
'*for she was so temperamental; so 
full of nervous energy, and restless 
to the point of caprice, but never 
tyrannical. She says," reading 
from Helena's letter, '' 'I have 
been overwhelmed with the care of 
Mr. Bauer's affairs since his death, 
and have finally decided to close 
my house for the season and return 
to the old home in Ulm.' "The 
simple life here, sister, attracts her 
after all. We would not wish to 
leave it for all that she could lavish 
upon us." 


As the evening chimes pealed 
from the tower, Amina's voice 
roused Joseph from the reverie 
into which he had fallen. 

"Come, brother," she said, "we 
have the proben tonight. It is time 
to go." And they passed through 
the gate in the wall that sur- 
rounded the garden and walked 
down the quiet old street to the 
hall not far away, where the sound 
of sweet discord, dear to every mu- 
sic lover greeted the ear. 

The violins were being tuned to 
pitch; the softly melodious tones 
of the horns were heard; while the 
sweet-voiced oboe, the flute and the 
clarionet were merrily caroling 
cadences and arpeggio prepara- 
tory to the evening's rehearsal. 

Joseph took his seat as leader 
with more than his usual show of 
interest, for 'Tristan and Isolde* 
was being interpreted by his be- 
loved band. Joseph lifted his 


baton and the passionate under- 
tone of the great love poem began 
to slowly vibrate through the 
room. When the tender strains 
of "Isolde's" music were heard, 
Joseph's heart swelled within his 
breast and the notes of the score 
were blurred through a river of un- 
shed tears. A vision of his own 
lost Ailsa, whose life had been his 
inspiration, rose up before hiin. 
From early childhood the love be- 
tween Joseph and Ailsa had blos- 
somed like a flower, but a day 
came when, with scarcely a mo- 
ment's warning, Ailsa sighed her 
soul away into the limitless ethers, 
and left Joseph bereft. 

It was Amina's tender sympa- 
thy that gave Joseph renewed 
hope, and gradually brought him 
back to an interest in life. This 
was accomplished in a measure, 
through their mutual love for 

The program played this eve- 
ning exerted a peculiar influence 
over Joseph. When the final beat 
was given, he dismissed the men 
with a nod, and placing his hands 


over his heart, walked home in si- 
lence by Amina's side. The whis- 
pered name "Ailsa" was sufficient 
explanation for his noticeable 

On reaching the gate in the 
garden wall, a carriage drove up 
whose lighted lamp flared full in 
their faces. 

"Joseph, Amina!" cried a voice 
from the darkness. 

"Helena!" they both gasped and 
in another moment were locked in 
their sister's fond embrace. 

As Helena entered the guest 
room and seated herself in a 
wooden high-backed chair, under 
the swinging lamp, her eyes 
roamed over the familiar apart- 
ment, but always returned to 
Joseph and Amina, who were 
quietly observing her, while the 
strains of "Tristan and Isolde" 
still rang in their ears. 

Amina found her old familiar 
place on a footstool, at Helena's 
side, and sat regarding her in open 
admiration — for she was her ideal 
of womanhood. The oval face, 
sparkling blue eyes, and fun-lov- 


ing mouth (perhaps a little too 
wide) , with its dimpled smile, were 
irresistibly fascinating. Her head, 
crowned with a wealth of burn- 
ished brown hair, which fell in 
ripples about neck and ear, to- 
gether with the pink and white 
complexion, gave her quite a 
youthful appearance. In fact, na- 
ture had been very prodigal with 
her gifts to Helena Bauer. 

The dress, the bright boxes and 
trunks belonging to her, the things 
she threw down here and there, all 
made an instantaneous change in 
the home. 

"I suppose that you would like 
to know what brought me home to 
Ulm? The fact is, that after Mr. 
Bauer's death, I found the adjust- 
ment of his business interests re- 
quired my undivided attention. 
Those months of anxiety seemed 
fearfully long. You can imagine 
how tired I grew of the confusion, 
when I decided to throw care to 
the winds and return to you in the 
serenity of the old home, and rest 

Amina caressed her sister's hand 


and said: "We intend keeping you 
with us for many days." 

"You are living happily as 
usual, Joseph, under the shadow 
of the Cathedral, with its gloomy 
niches and whispering corners?" 

"We love the old Cathedral; it 
casts its benediction over us. We 
would be lost if we left its 
shadow," Joseph said, rising and 
leading the way to the dining 

The room with its low ceiling 
and small square windows draped 
in white dimity; the steaming tea 
kettle hanging over the fire and 
humming a tune to which the lid 
was merrily dancing; the table 
spread with its simple fare, to- 
gether with the general air of com- 
fort and repose, presented a quaint 
picture to the tired traveler. It 
was as Joseph said: "We need so 
little to make us content." 


Helena nestled in this restful 
home with ever-increasing interest, 
for the qualities of both mind and 
heart of her brother and sister 
appealed to her affectional nature. 

She realized that it was Amina's 
brooding spirit hovering over ev- 
erj^ detail of Joseph's career that 
gave him time for labor and com- 
position. It was Amina who ar- 
ranged the orchestral scores for 
rehearsals ; kept the house scrupu- 
lously clean; prepared the meals 
to suit his tastes, and still found 
time to devote to her piano and 
accompany him in his violin 

The music, so impersonal, car- 
ried healing on its wings. It was 
like heavenly manna to Helena's 
soul; and she knew that it was 
Joseph's and Amina's daily food. 

This visit to the old home proved 
to be one of genuine pleasure to 
Helena, especially in the meeting 


of girlhood friends who assisted in 
making the summer pass quickly 
by. When the days began to 
shorten, Helena took long solitary 
drives, during which she turned 
over many things in her mind. 
Her restless spirit craved excite- 
ment, while her commercial inter- 
ests called to her from New York, 
but a feeling of fear gripped her; 
the fear of loneliness which is the 
twin sister to monotony. As the 
time fixed for her departure drew 
near, the restlessness increased un- 
til she had a sudden inspiration. 
Joseph and Amina should return 
with her to America ! The decision 
was quickly made, and that same 
evening on her return from the 
drive, she broached the subject. 

"Why cannot you and Amina 
go to America with me?" she said 
to Joseph, as they sat talking of 
her departure. "You should see 
something of the world beyond 
Ulm. Everything that you have 
here is included in the life in 
America, but there, commerce 
overshadows art." 

There was a long pause. Joseph 


sat motionless, while a flood of ten- 
der memories swept over him. 
The inspiration of the home, of the 
Cathedral, of a thousand and one 
things that were life itself. 

"Nothing can overshadow art," 
he finally said, "for art includes 
philosophy. The professional man 
and the philosopher should grow in 
wisdom, and their judgment and 
spiritual intuition increase with 
years. The treadmill of competi- 
tion in the business world is the 
soul crusher; the genius escapes 
the treadmill, but it takes what the 
American calls 'nerve' to do it and 
play the game to a finish. Nothing 
was ever gained through slaying 
your brother." 

The restless movement of Hel- 
ena's rocking chair was the only 
sound that broke the stillness. 
There was a sad note in Joseph's 
voice as he continued: 

"Our wants are few, sister; we 
have enough for our every need, 
and I think that Amina is happy. 
Why should we leave the old home 
with its hallowed associations and 
break the rythm of our lives?" 


"Ah, brother," cried Helena, 
shrugging her shoulders, "you are 
not weighing your words. The 
fact is, you have too many ideals." 

Joseph sat thinking over those 
words "too many ideals," until 
Amina came into the room and lit 
the lamp, then turning to her he 
said in a low voice, full of emotion: 

"Our sister says that we have too 
many ideals. She is wrong! We 
cannot have too many ideals, for 
we have time to live up to them 
here. Live your own life in your 
own way," he said to Helena, "but 
leave us, with God's blessing, to 
listen to the voice of the soul, and 
do what little we can to interpret 
the music of the great masters. 
Here, life's song lingers on the 
gentle breeze, and we are content 
with our lot just as it is." 

"I have no patience with either 
of you. Why should your music 
constitute the entire world to both 
of you? Now brother," continued 
Helena coaxingly, "you can both 
labor in your world of music, and 
at the same time be of assistance 
to me." 


Joseph rose from his chair and 
moved restlessly about the room as 
he said: 

"The whirr of your great wheels 
of commerce would drown aught 
else! I must hear the nightingale 
that sings in these bushes. I 
would pine for the Cathedral — for 
the Danube flowing by our side." 

"So you think now," persisted 
Helena. "But you will find other 
things in the New World which 
will take their place. We have the 
woods, the birds, the rivers; in 
fact, all that Ulm possesses we 
have — with the exception of the 
Cathedral. Joseph, I have no 
one near me upon whom I can rely, 
and you would be of great assis- 
tance to me." 

Joseph stood facing her, and at 
once grasped the situation. She 
was asking him to be her servant: 
to place secondary the results of 
his years of study; to throw aside 
his art and take an interest in her 
world of finance? The artist soul 
in him shrank from the very 
thought of it. Lifting his head he 
looked steadily at her. Helena 


had never seen him so stirred, and 
the intensity of his varied emotions 
surprised her. 

"Should I accede to your wishes 
and go with you," he said slowly 
and distinctly as if weighing his 
words, "we would all pay too 
dearly for it. If I gave up my 
hopes and ambitions as a musician 
even for a time, the ear would close 
to the harmonies that are born of 
inspiration. I would become disin- 
tegrated. Do not ask it." 

Helena sat dumb. What could 
it all mean, she asked herself. 
Could not Joseph hear the great 
orchestras of the New World; 
greater than any he could ever 
hope to hear in Ulm? Was there 
no other song so sweet as the one 
the single nightingale sang in the 
garden? She looked at Joseph 
and thought what a pity it was that 
he was not more practical; what 
was he really accomplishing any- 
way. Composing a few fugitive 
songs: an orchestral theme now 
and then. A leader of an orches- 
tra! What did that count for in 
her world of things? What a pity 


it was that he was not like other 
men who loved money? 


Helena yielded gracefully how- 
ever, to the seemingly inevitable, 
and following the line of least re- 
sistance, sped away to Paris to re- 
new her wardrobe, and live a few 
weeks in the French capital which 
she had frequently visited with Mr. 
Bauer. She was fond of gay col- 
ors with daring artistic touches, 
and only in that feminine city 
could she find the right combina- 
tion. Her gowns were selected to 
suit her moods, so she adorned her 

A month elapsed before, pendu- 
lum-like, she swung back to Ulm. 
A few days after her arrival, 
Amina sat looking at her sister's 
purchases. She had never seen 
such beautiful things, for, in their 
quiet life, nobody wore expensive 
gowns or jewels, except on gala 
days, and the desire for personal 
adornment had never before pre- 
sented itself so forcibly. 


Picking up a string of pearls 
which Helena had brought her 
from Paris, she counted them. 
There was a pearl for each year of 
her life, and as she clasped the 
necklace around her throat, a 
spark of the feminine within her 
was touched; the necklace pos- 
sessed an indefinable charm, and 
she did not take it off. They were 
her first jewels. As Helena con- 
tinued opening other boxes con- 
taining mangels of things in lace 
and silk, so beautiful in texture 
and design that one could but won- 
der at the hands that made them, 
the artistic side of Amina's nature 
awoke to the meaning of such 
clothes to the wearer. 

She saw in a flash why Helena 
loved that New World where such 
things were created and from 
which she and Joseph had shrunk. 
Perhaps she had been a trifle sel- 
fish in not urging Joseph to return 
with Helena, for the change from 
Ulm to America, even for a sea- 
son, would certainly give him a 
larger view of life, of men, and of 
things in general. 


It was all very well to love God, 
and be a musician like Joseph, but 
she realized also, that in her sis- 
ter's busy world, ideals were either 
moulded into concrete form, or 
cast aside. 

As Amina thought over these 
things, she dressed for the street, 
and went for a long walk. Her 
step was slow and hesitating as she 
left the house, and when she re- 
turned an hour later, she stood 
looking at the Cathedral, wishing 
that it could speak and give her 
some of the wisdom it held within 
its walls, so that she might know 
which way her duty lay. When 
she entered the house, she had de- 
cided upon laying the whole matter 
before Joseph. 

That very night she told him 
frankly that she thought the 
change would benefit him, and 

"We need not leave Ulm where 
the spirit of content dwells, to 
plunge into Helena's world of ex- 
citement; we can live our own in- 
dividual lives, leaving others to 
chase after butterflies." 


She paused, for a grim look of 
resolve swept swiftly over Joseph's 
face; as if in fact, he had had a 
glimpse into futurity. Breathing 
deeply he rose to his full height 
and slowly said : 

"This sacrifice is unnecessary. 
But we will go, for a season and 
see if it *pays' as Helena says." 


When Joseph told his devoted 
band that he would soon be leaving 
them, their protestations of devo- 
tion made it difficult to break the 
last tie that bound him to the old 
home. The night at last arrived 
when they gave their final pro- 
gram. Never had they played so 
well. Joseph heard the cheer of 
approval from his friends who 
crowded the hall, and heard them 
crying lustily: "Auf Wiedersehen 
Kapellmeister." His eyes filled 
with tears; he bowed and lifted 
the baton for one more mmiber. 
It was the "Lorelei," and the echo 
of the song was heard on the mid- 
night air long after Joseph had re- 
tired to rest. 

A few days later they went 
aboard the great ship and steamed 
away with Helena to the New 
World. Days passed and they sat 
unnoticed in a corner of the spa- 
cious salon, but it was the violin 



lying in Joseph's stateroom, that 
revealed his secret to his fellow- 
passengers, and he was asked to 
assist on the usual concert pro- 
gram. When Joseph arose to play 
they received him coldly, expecting 
doubtless, to be bored by some 
mediocre fiddler. But at the first 
inspiring touch df his bow the at- 
tention of everybody was rivetted 
upon him. His face was trans- 
figured, and he was soon oblivious 
to his surroundings. When his 
bow swept to its last beat, a great 
wave of applause greeted him. 
Hastily resuming his instrument, 
Joseph played a Grieg melody, 
filled with the magnetism of the 
north, and the feeling of isolation 
which had hitherto enveloped him, 
fell away. He immediately be- 
came the center of attraction and 
made many friends. 

They landed in New York the 
following day with a feeling of un- 
mixed pleasure, but listened in a 
confusion of mind to the din of 
gong and cable car, and the roar- 
ing rushing trains overhead. They 
were particularly interested in the 


whirl of action everywhere in evi- 
dence, and were soon convinced 
that this was indeed a new land 
and a new race keyed to a new 
momentum of speed. 

As they entered Helena's door, 
a world of splendor was revealed. 
On the walls of the drawing room 
hung paintings from the brush of 
modern masters. The fjords of 
Norway, with their stupendous 
waterfalls and beautifully tinted 
snow-capped heights; Venetian 
scenes and woodland paths soothed 
the eye; while the summer breeze 
played with the delicate lace cur- 
tains. The grand piano was lost in 
an alcove, which served as a back- 
ground to gold and tapestried fur- 
niture; shaded and draned in soft- 
est tones of silken hangings, the in- 
terior of this abode seemed an 
Aladdin-like palace to the two 
wanderers: especially to Amina, 
for she had never even in imagina- 
tion, pictured such a home. 


Mr. Bauer had been considered 
a singularly astute man in the busi- 
ness world but he had made no 
secret of the fact that he owed his 
success to his wife's good judg- 
ment and keen insight into his 
moneyed interests. 

The entire management of the 
business had now fallen into her 
hands. It was the detail con- 
nected with it that irked her, and 
it was here that Joseph's well 
known characteristics, developed 
through years of concentration 
that had taught him the value of 
time, served him in good stead. 
He called for assistants from Mr. 
Bauer's former employees, and the 
early morning hours of the day 
found him hard at work in the 
office looking into Helena's ac- 
counts, where she left him to con- 
duct the business in his own way. 

From the moment that Amina 
stepped into Helena's home, a 



round of gaiety with all its accom- 
panying frivolity, kept her in a 
continual whirl of excitement from 
morning until night. 

While dressing, in an abandon 
of delight, for her first night at the 
opera, she glanced in the mirror 
and saw a stranger reflected there. 

The low-cut evening gown of 
pearl-trimmed cream-colored satin 
Irevealed the exquisitely moulded 
form of a beautiful woman. 

The brown hair parted in the 
middle of the low, broad forehead 
and falling over the tips of the 
small ears, was softly twisted into 
a psyche knot at the back of the 
shapely head. 

For a moment Amina stood gaz- 
ing at the mirror before it dawned 
on her that she was looking at her 
own reflection in the glass. Then 
she awoke to a new sense of power, 
which beauty alone gives, and 
turning, descended the winding 
stairway in a bewildered state of 
mind. The Amina of Ulm had re- 

Joseph stood faultlessly attired 
in evening dress, and watched her 


as she came, then bowing low, said 
in a tone of mock humility: 

"May I have the honor of escort- 
ing Lady Amina to the opera to- 

Amina courtesied and replied : 

"I have been looking forward to 
this night and hoped that it might 
be possible for us to go together. 
Just think, Joseph, of the changes 
that have taken place since you last 
led your orchestra." 

Amina was evidently stirred, for 
she added: "We must take up our 
music studies and be serious once 

His sensitive lips twitched as she 
said it, but he bit them into firm- 
ness, and a sterner look, that was 
almost austere, stamped itself 
upon his face. The life in New 
York had wrought a greater 
change in Joseph than in Amina. 
A dignity of bearing had always 
been a distinguishing feature of 
his make up, for it seemed to sepa- 
rate him indefinably from other 
men less introspective. He was 
conscious, however, of a lack of 
physical strength, for in trjring to 


keep pace with the standard Amer- 
ican business man, the end of the 
day found him too tired for study. 

"Helena's investments need my 
undivided attention," he said to 
Amina, when she questioned and 
expostulated with him for becom- 
ing submerged in the world of 

Helena appeared superbly 
gowned in a riot of color, and 
wearing her famous rubies. She 
gave her brother and sister a 
glance of approval as she wrapped 
her sable cloak about her, and filled 
with the joy of life, descended the 
steps to her waiting car. Her 
opera box was the cynosure of all 
eyes that evening, for its occupants 
were distinctively charming in ev- 
ery particular. From that night 
the Metropolitan Opera House be- 
came a veritable shrine to Amina, 
and she revelled in the appearance 
of each new attraction, until the 
opening of the early Spring morn- 
ing musicales which enchanted her, 
because they were possibly, more 
intimate affairs : the artists seemed 
more human. 


The end of the season's intro- 
duction to New York's social life 
found Amina eager for the change 
offered by Helena to the quiet 
of the country. Not until she 
heard Helena directing the prep- 
aration of the summer home, 
did she know how tired she was. 
A lassitude stole over her which 
she was unable to shake off, and 
when the day came for the closing 
of the town house her lagging feet 
would scarcely take her to the train 
which bore her rapidly away to 
green fields and pastures new. 


During the hot and sultry 
sununer months, Helena lavishly 
entertained her numerous friends 
in her country house on the Hud- 
son. It stood on a bold promon- 
tory commanding an inspiring 
view of that noble river, and it was 
there, amid the poetry in nature 
which awakened to the whispering 
of the muses dwelling along the 
banks, that Joseph and Amina 
drank in their first breath of free- 
dom from care in the New World. 

One day as Joseph stood idly 
watching the early morning train 
as it crawled into the station on its 
way to the city, it seemed to take 
on the form of a great ogre swal- 
lowing its meal of suburbanites, 
and crawling out again with an ex- 
ultant shriek of delight. Joseph 
turned away and lost himself in the 
cool shade of a neighboring grove, 
where all thought of the business 
world fell away and melted into 
the hazy atmosphere hanging over 



the river. The spirit of content 
breathed through the trees. 

While humming a half- forgotten 
melody, his attention was arrested 
by the tolling of the bell in the ivy- 
covered belfry of the village 
church. There was a peculiar ten- 
derness in the sound, for it was 
keyed to the same pitch as the 
great old bell in Ulm, and it fell on 
Joseph's sensitive ear like a distant 
echo of the Cathedral bell. He 
stood for a moment entranced, lis- 
tening to its sweet message, then 
with but one thought, that of get- 
ting nearer to the tolling bell, he 
turned towards the church and on 
entering the door found himself, 
alone. The rapt stillness quelled 
the rapid beating of his heart, and 
he dropped into the first seat he 
came to and bowed his head to re- 
ceive the benediction he felt was 
there. The birds sang in the trees, 
while the perfume-laden air floated 
in through the open window. An 
organ stood in the chancel; the 
gift of a wealthy communicant 
who spent his summers in that 


As Joseph raised his head, his 
eyes fell upon the organ. The 
ends of his fingers began to tingle 
and reach out to touch it; the urge 
grew stronger by the moment, un> 
til finally he rose and falteringly 
made his way to the instrument. 
As he took his seat in the organ 
loft, his critical eye ran over it and 
he gauged its possibihties with mo- 
mentarily increasing interest; but 
the instant his fingers lightly 
touched the keys, and his feet 
found the pedals, he knew it to be 
an instrument worthy of the inter- 
pretation of the masters. The mo- 
ments slipped by, until he lost all 
mental cognition of time. The 
great orchestra concealed in the 
organ awoke and crashed out into 
symphonic waves of sound, such as 
had never been heard in that edi- 
fice. During the pauses in the mu- 
sic, the silence in the church was 
eloquent, there was such hope, such 
comfort in it. 

Amina had missed her brother, 
and on going in search of him 
heard the thundering tones of the 
church organ in the distance. She 


quickly followed it, knowing that 
only Joseph's fingers could be 
manipulating the keys. 

On entering the church she sank 
to her knees, listening spellbound 
to the wonderful music. Joseph 
had found the path to the organ 
and she knew what that meant to 
him. She had not been blind to his 
apathy for his art, but now he was 
playing with a fervor that re- 
minded her of the days when she 
heard him in the Cathedral. 

Amina regained her courage and 
through it was able to meet the 
coming, but unseen blow, with for- 

As Joseph closed the morning*s 
musicale with an improvisation 
which pictured, with crescendo ef- 
fects the storm through which he 
was passing, he closed the organ 
and stood facing, but not seeing 
Amina. Startled at the sight of 
his wan visage, she covered her 
eyes with her hands% She was not 
weeping, but a sense of an impend- 
ing sorrow swept over her. Jo- 
seph descended the steps of the 
chancel and walking slowly down 


the aisle, came upon Amina stand- 
ing in the shadow. Taking her 
hands in his, he spoke to her in a 
voice just above a whisper, while 
a wave of melancholy swept over 

"There is a cry way down in my 
heart that will not be silenced. We 
are not the same in spirit as when 
living by the Cathedral's side! 
There, we lived in harmony with 
our surroundings. Here, I feel 
like a tired child who has no home. 
I thought that Helena's affairs 
needed all my time, but I have 
'paid the price.' My health is 

His voice rose to a cry of 
anguish as he said: 

"I am at war with everything 
around me. I am out of my 

Amina's eyes were like two 
smoldering coals of fire as she 
patted his hand and said : 

"Hush, brother, this is a passing 
phase of our life. It is our first 
summer in the country, and you 
know that the weather is very try- 
ing. Let us confer with Doctor 


Bell and then consider the next 
best thing to do." 

"Doctor Bell can do nothing for 
me, for I am soul sick." As Jo- 
seph said this, he glanced up at 
Amina who stood very still by his 
side, while the lines of her face 
deepened. "However," he quickly 
added, "you are worrying over me, 
so I will reconsider the matter, for 
Doctor Bell might suggest some- 
thing that would lift this mental 

"This spirit that is hovering 
over you, brother, is but a cloud 
that will soon fade away. Let us 
go home now, for you are tired." 

When Doctor Bell arrived in re- 
sponse to Amina's urgent call, the 
influence of his cheery voice and 
magnetic presence pervaded the 
house. After conversing on mat- 
ters quite foreign to the sick room, 
he turned and questioned Joseph 
closely, and then sat absorbed in 
thought. The ticldng of the clock 
was audible. 

As Doctor Bell's voice broke the 
intense stillness, it was evident that 
he had diagnosed the case to his 


own satisfaction, for he said, in a 
tone of authority: 

"You have used up your surplus 
energy and are now living on your 
nerv^e. No vital organ, as yet, at- 
tacked; heart action perhaps a lit- 
tle weak, therefore liable to give 
way under severe strain. The 
truth is that you are only half alive 
to this work-a-day world. You 
are living more on the psychic 
plane of life than on the physical. 
The specific thing you are suffer- 
ing from is called 'Nostalgia,' but 
the old-fashioned name for it is 
'Homesickness.' " 

The doctor rose and, buttoning 
his coat, gripped Joseph's hand as 
he concluded: 

"Medicine cannot reach your 
case. However, there is no need, 
in these days of science, in being 
half -alive. Work over yourself; 
diet, and you will pull through all 
right," and, bidding him cheer up 
and look on the bright side of life, 
left Joseph facing his problem, 
perhaps, more philosophically. 


A week later, on entering the 
breakfast room earlier than usual, 
Amina found Joseph seated in his 
armchair, but unconscious. An 
hour elapsed before a pressure on 
her hand enclosing his rewarded 
her efforts to arouse him. As he 
slowly opened his eyes, there was 
a look in them which she had never 
seen before. 

"Sister," he said, "my days on 
earth are numbered." 


"Listen to me," he whispered, 
as he soothingly stroked her hand. 
"I know — I know. I shall follow 
the doctor's advice, but I am fully 
prepared for any event in nature 
that may take place; perhaps 
*Heimweh' has stolen into my 
veins. 'Homesickness,' however, 
is not always fatal." He said this 
with a forced smile that ended in a 
slight sob. It was full of unutter- 
able dreariness. "Ailsa came to 



me last night, as she has done on 
several previous occasions. What 
the law is whereby she reaches me 
I do not know. As Ailsa can come 
to me, so there is a way whereby I 
can return to you." 

"Brother, you must live. The 
doctor has ordered you home, and 
says that there must be no delay 
in your departure. This voyage 
will bring you around all right." 

She talked fast and with un- 
usual determination, as if afraid 
of being swerved from her pur- 

"Perhaps it will be the best 
thing for me to do, Amina," he re- 
plied. "I will pull myself together 
and leave on the first steamer for 

Helena was greatly concerned 
over Joseph's illness. 

"It does seem strange," she said, 
with an unusual frown on her face, 
"that he cannot be contented here 
in America. However, if he must 
go, let it be as soon as possible." 

"Let me return with him?" 
pleaded Amina. 

"No, no," said Helena quickly. 


*'Why should you wish to leave me 
here alone? He may return al- 
most immediately, for the voyage 
will restore him to health." Helena 
prevailed, and Amina reluctantly 
consented to remain. 

Two weeks later found Joseph 
in Ulm under the shadow of the 
Cathedral and in the midst of his 
former associates. The change in 
the Kapellmeister was apparent to 
all, but the calm dignity of his de- 
meanor forbade any one from al- 
luding to it. They were satisfied 
to see him once more sitting in the 
Cathedral and listening to the bell 
as it tolled the hour. 

**It is the same dear old spot,'' 
he wrote Amina, "but I have 
changed. When we left Ulm, we 
snapped the magic tie of music, 
more subtle than the wind that 
blows in summer days. I sought 
an unequal match; I tried to live 
the way of the world, and retain 
the life of the spirit. However, I 
am going tomorrow to my old seat 
in the organ loft of the Cathedral, 
where I hope to regain my lost 


It was evening when Amina sat 
holding the letter in her hand, 
while she looked at a portrait of 
Joseph, done in pastel, hanging on 
the wall. His very presence 
seemed to breathe through it. Was 
it her fancy that the face had un- 
dergone a change? The eyes look- 
ing into hers were suddenly alive. 
The portrait was obscured by a 
blue light which gathered slowly 
in form, until Joseph's face, 
etherealized, floated from the 
frame, while a voice from the ceil- 
ing said: 

"Amina, I am free!" 


The following day a cablegram 
dated from Ulm was received. It 

"Joseph died yesterday after- 
noon in the Cathedral." The fol- 
lowing week the news was con- 
firmed by letter. Joseph's death 
had occurred during the service, 
The music had suddenly ceased, 
and, on searching for the cause, 
the form of Joseph lying on the 
organ manual solved the mystery. 
Tenderly they bore him to his old 
home, but life was extinct. He 
was buried in the shadow of the 
Cathedral, and was at rest at last. 

The lives of the two sisters now 
ran in parallel lines. Helena once 
more took the reins of business 
into her own hands, but with a 
more subdued manner. The lone- 
ly hours spent by Amina in the 
dimly-lit music room became more 
frequent as the weeks went by. 

One evening, as she sat playing 



Handel's "Largo," there seemed 
to be a movement in the frame en- 
closing Joseph's portrait. Scarce- 
ly daring to believe her senses, she 
waited. His eyes moved, and in a 
few seconds his form floated out 
into the room and stood by the 

"Amina," he said, "I can only 
remain a few moments. I have but 
little strength — " the voice was 
just audible, and then ceased alto- 

Amina sat motionless, for it was 
evident that Joseph was making an 
effort to proceed. She sensed that 
through her own passive strength 
he gained his momentarily, and 
was soon rewarded by hearing him 
say distinctly: 

"You wish to know how I left 
earth life? When I went to the 
Cathedral in Ulm my heart was 
cold. The old organ loft did not 
seem the same to me. But I con- 
tinued playing, until finally the 
soul of the organ awoke, and I rea- 
lized that I was truly playing the 
anthem of my life. One theme 
followed another in quick succes- 


sion, until the joy of perfect mel- 
ody overpowered me. Then there 
came a crash, and I fell forward 
on the keyboard. After one mo- 
ment of oblivion, a great peace 
stole over me, when I became con- 
scious of moving away from my 
body. Hovering in space, I looked 
down upon it through a bluish 
light. I had no desire to return, 
and was filled with a great calm. 
Then someone whose voice was 
familiar said: 

" *You must return to earth life, 
they want you over there.' 

"Reluctantly and painfully, I 
attempted to squeeze myself into 
my body. It seemed an eternity, 
and I knew that I had outgrown 
my frame. I could endure it no 
longer, and cried out: 'I will not 
go back.' " 

"Then came oblivion. I do not 
know how long I lay there, but I 
realized that I was being suspend- 
ed above that body by an invisible 
hand, and heard a voice like a 
zephyr uttering words of encour- 
agement, as if to someone just 
awakening from sleep. 


" *The butterfly is coming out of 
the chrysalis. He will soon be with 
us,' it said in tones so rythmical 
that they seemed like music to my 
soul, and, fearing nothing, I awak- 
ened to find myself slipping away 
on a raft which was being carried 
down a swiftly running stream. I 
soon came into a beautiful valley 
of peace, where the air was balmy 
and exquisitely perfumed." 

Joseph's voice ceased, while his 
form began to fade. 

"Watch for me; I will return," 
he added, and with a sigh passed to 
the open window, and dissolved in 
the moonlight. Amina stood dazed 
before the canvas portrait hanging 
intact in its old place on the wall. 
She had seen and talked with 
Joseph. Wonderful night! 


Amina lived through the days 
for the nights to come; for the hour 
when she might retire to her room 
and in the dim light play soft 
strains of music, Joseph's favorite 
themes, hoping that the desire of 
her heart would be granted, when 
she would be reassured that his 
visit was not all a dream. She must 
believe her senses, else they could 
no longer guide her? He could re- 
turn, for he had spoken to her. His 
desire to visit this world had not 
ceased with his death! She was 
playing an old melody in the twi- 
light, when she became conscious 
of the same subtle influence per- 
vading the room which had thrilled 
her on the occasion of his previous 

A great peace filled her heart. 
She heard a sigh, just a breath, 
and Joseph stood by her side. 

"When you touch those chords, 
Amina," he said, pointing to the 



piano, "there is an answering thrill 
in my heart which draws me to you, 
like a silvery thread which forms 
a bridge between our two worlds of 
existence. Certain strains of mu- 
sic kindle new fires beyond the veil, 
which light the torches carried by 
angel messengers to earth-bound 
souls, and illumine the way. Ethers 
of light of exquisite color envelop 
himian beings through whom music 
finds expression. The music is 
then carried through the wireless 
as a healing force ; like a sweet per- 
fume, and is wafted on the breeze, 
stirring old memories so soothing, 
so dear. Your touch on this in- 
strument, full of soul essence, vi- 
brates through the densest ethers 
and produces overtones, with their 
sympathetic octaves, until a world 
of sound swoons its way to realms 
of life far beyond this plane of ex- 
istence; and so, on that wave of 
sound, I feel my way to you." 

"Brother, I am so glad to know 
that you wish to come to me." 

"Unselfish devotion can bridge 
chasms. I have also visited the old 
home in Ulm. If it had been a 


mountain hut, I would still wish 
to return. Memories are doubly 
dear where music has dwelt. I 
tried to find solace in music while 
earth-bound, but I can never tell 
you, in words, of the beauty of the 
music I now hear. Like a thous- 
and stringed instrimients, and at 
first so faint that my ear strained 
to catch the harmonies. The wind 
blows through the trees, mingling 
with the murmur of the waters in 
making music indescribable. As 
it grows in intensity of sound, the 
vibrations of the atmospheric 
ethers take form in changing colors 
and so give outward expression to 
the music, until one is in a state of 
ecstasy listening to it and seeing it 
interpreted in symphonies of color 
never seen on sea or land." 

As Amina listened to these reve- 
lations she wished that she, too, 
might hear this ravishing music. 

"You are about to ask me to 
take you to the celestial realms," 
he said. "Hold no such thoughts, 
for Helena needs you. My 
thoughts will impress you, if you 
act on that inner urge which ac- 


companies those impressions. Be 
faithful to them, for then you 
strengthen the connecting cord be- 
tween us; and, above all, be pa- 
tient. There is a home building 
for you on the other side which, 
through your loving thoughts, 
grows into perfection for your oc- 

"Oh, how long it is in building! 
Why must I wait?" Amina's face 
was a picture of despair. 

"Hush!" said Joseph tenderly; 
"while in the flesh I breathed my- 
self into an atmosphere filled with 
sighs of self-pity, thereby losing 
my birthright of healthy manifes- 
tation through the flesh which 
stood for the personal I." 

Joseph hesitated for a few sec- 
onds, then in a voice which grew 
stronger and more commanding in 
tone, continued: 

"No soul can progress that ques- 
tions the way. For every step is a 
precious link in an endless chain of 
events. From life to life. We 
were rythmically connected 
through the subtle, sympathetic 
family tie. But we must free our- 


selves from all ties that bind us, 
and become lost in the one great 
love. It is found in service for 
others, ilctivity in passivity is in- 
vulnerable. Let go of the things 
wliich bind you, and press on. It 
is the letting go that counts and 
makes the good soldier. Helena is 
a good soldier!" 

"Joseph!" gasped Amina. 

"Helena, I repeat, is a good sol- 
dier. Every moment counts for 
something with her. She can do 
no more until she sees a higher 
light and lives through and out of 
her limitations. She now lives in 
the rythm of her life on the materi- 
al plane, so she attracts to her ma- 
terial things. Through assuming 
responsibilities, she is solving her 
problems. But she is on the wheels 
of the gods. They grind slowly, 
you know, and finally leave but a 
handful of dust which a puff of 
wind blows away." 


Joseph's breath came spasmodi- 
cally, yet it was evident that he 
wished to say something more. 
After a few moments of silence, 
during which time his body seemed 
to grow more tangible, he re- 
sumed : 

"It is so difficult to breathe this 
dense atmosphere — so dense — ^to 
reach you. Every time I return 
here to you my progress in gaining 
the inner worlds is retarded. How- 
ever, while I have strength I must 
tell you more of the life of the 
Spirit. That life which adjusts 
itself to, and includes, the life 

"How can the mortal, while liv- 
ing in the sense body of flesh, live 
the Ufe of the Spirit?" 

"There is an impulse of the cen- 
tered breath, sister, which, if once 
controlled by man under all cir- 
cumstances, becomes the imibilical 
cord of connection with the breath 



of worlds within worlds : with uni- 
versal life itself. It is the cord 
which connects Mother Nature 
with her children. Limitations are 
broken through and planes of con- 
sciousness, undreamed of, are con- 
tacted. It is only through getting 
into the rythm of life, through 
breath control, that we breathe 
around ourselves, consciously or 
unconsciously, a protective atmos- 
phere; sleeping or waking, and so 
gain health and happiness. The 
physical energy is transmuted: 
keyed to a higher vibration, as it 
were. When the thrill accompany- 
ing this transmutation is recog- 
nized by the mortal, discord ceases. 
The body pulsates with health, is 
rejuvenated, in fact, and refuses to 
return to its former psychic envir- 
onment. Where it existed a pris- 
oner in the meshes of flesh inherit- 
ance, or even obsession, and is 

"You claim, then, that we grow 
in higher understanding of self; 
find larger expression, as it were, 
through gaining control of the cen- 
tered breath impulse?" 


"The recognition, alone, of this 
breath impulse which throbs and 
thrills, quickens the energies of the 
mortal. He finds himself in the 
attitude of expectancy — of listen- 
ing. Because the life of the Spirit 
has made its connection, and pulls 
that cord, while the voice of the 
Spirit calls to the forces of the 
body to transmute energy to the 
planes of inspiration and knowl- 
edge which, when reached, are ever 
normal planes where every activity 
of mind and body serve in rythmic 
conscious unison and the mortal is 
free: has attained his birthright. 
Those hours of expectancy, when 
falling asleep at night and awaken- 
ing in the morning, are two great 
hours of the day when one should 
seek protection from their source 
of life. At night, the centered im- 
pulse of the breath creates an at- 
mosphere of protection around one, 
like the shell around the egg. In 
the morning, the impulse quickens 
the pulse, and the mortal slowly 
awakens to a profound stillness 
within. The mortal awakens to — 


"When mortals, who are not in- 
terested in these laws of life, drop 
their mantle of flesh while still re- 
taining their desire to live on this 
earth plane, what is their portion 
in the realms celestial?" 

A look of tenderest pity swept 
over Joseph's face, while he 
breathed deeply and shivered. 

"I did not intend to touch upon 
that subject, but since you wish to 
know I will tell you. One evening 
as I stood on the brink of a chasm 
a strange moaning sound fell on 
my ear. Looking across the chasm 
in the direction from which it came, 
I saw a desolate tract of land, 
where many people were moving 
about in a grey misty light. Ques- 
tioning a companion standing by 
my side in regard to them, he said: 
'They are earth-bound souls who 
squandered their lease of life in 
pandering to their own selfish de- 
sires, and, upon passing out, came 
here before they had made ready a 
mansion or even a garment to live 
in. They shun their neighbors, 
and their groanings and whisper- 
ings, created by their discordant 


thoughts, produce a cold wind 
which blows through the trees and 
over the waters, and fills their 
hearts with misery as they creep 
away to hide themselves and think 
over their lost opportunities. That 
woman,' pointing through the 
gloom to a female figure that was 
trying to hold together a few 
brown rags over her shivering 
form, 'had untold wealth at her 
command while in earth-life, but 
lived for herself alone, so that 
hardly one sympathetic thought 
followed her here. Her garments 
are what her thoughts wove. Pov- 
erty and rags, and you see that 
even they do not completely cover 
her. Beings like herself are there, 
on their incompleted mission, still 
blind to the possibilities of a con- 
tinued existence, and, instead of 
going in search of the sunshine, 
they remain to talk over the ma- 
larial regions of the past: always 
an unprofitable subject. They 
passed through earth-life with all 
senses dulled to the sufferings of 
others; not trying to make their 
brother happier, or even more 


hopeful. They were not interested 
in the problems of humanity, so, in 
their greed, deprived other mortals 
of their share in the things which 
go to make up a successful hfe. 
Therefore, through lack of har- 
monious vibrations in their sur- 
rounding atmosphere, they became 
disintegrated, losing thereby their 
body of flesh, and now, clothed in 
rusty, ragged garments, remain 
isolated and alone, until restitution 
in earth-life has been fully made 
through those they left behind 

Joseph's voice sank to a sigh, 
and then all was still. A cloud of 
mist veiled Amina's eyes, and when 
she looked again at the portrait on 
the wall, only a few seconds had 
elapsed, but she was alone. 


Amina now devoted her even- 
ings to music, while the gift of im- 
provisation became hers. Joseph 
had listened and reproduced the 
chorales of the skies, so she, too, 
listened and heard. It helped her 
to maintain her faith in the Su- 
preme Power. Supreme, for noth- 
ing that man could conceive of 
would approach the wondrous cre- 
ations described by her brother. 
Her hfe here, in comparison, 
seemed pent up in narrow confines. 
So she waited night after night, 
hoping to hear more of that New 
World to which he had gone 
Weeks elapsed, but Joseph did not 
come. Months passed by, while 
she sat, hungry hearted, and with 
waning courage, waiting for a sign, 
a word, until finally her heart grew 

Helena had grown very tender 
in her affection for her sister, who 
seemed to be drifting into a sea of 



lethargy from which she was pow- 
erless to rescue her. Amina rec- 
ognized Helena's efforts in her be- 
half, and struggled against the ob- 
session which was paralyzing her 
energies. But it was useless, for 
she had allowed herself to drift. 
Continued thoughts of the life be- 
yond, combined with her intense 
desire to know^ more of it, had led 
her to silent hours of meditation 
and solitude, without any centering 
thought beyond that of wishing to 
talk with Joseph. Therefore, she 
had become negative, had relin- 
(juished her birthright, her indi- 

It lacked six days of being the 
anniversary of Joseph's death, 
when Amina sat playing a Chopin 
Nocturne in the dim light; a sigh 
breathed itself through the air, and 
Joseph stood looking into her eyes. 

"I have come," he said, smiling 
radiantly upon her. 

"Did my desire to see you once 
more reach you, brother?" 

"It was the compelling power 
which brought me to you. I came 
through the law of desire." 


He took her hand with a firm 
but gentle touch, which Amina re- 
turned with a hand clasp. Ques- 
tioningly, she looked at him. 

"What form is this you wear, 
brother? It is the same, and yet it 
is not. Tell me." 

"This form was my inheritance 
on entering the celestial sphere in 
which I now live. It is infinitely 
stronger in every way than the old 
earth form." 

As Joseph continued speaking, 
Amina's emotions were so intense 
that her heart almost ceased to 

"And now, sister, I have found 
a still greater world than I knew 
of when I was here. A Being 
(of whom I will tell you later) led 
me to the border of that land, and 
taught me how to control my 
breath so as to glide over the sur- 
face of the country, which hitherto 
I had only trod upon. The light 
was more roseate-tinted, with no 
speck, no dust, while the grass was 
greener than I had ever seen it — 
like a great carpet spread under 
our feet. Lilies stood taller than 


I, with their stalks and leaves 
transparent, while foliage of the 
trees took on the form of feathers 
waving in the perfumed breeze. 
Many of the homes resembled ala- 
baster, and as I came to one, an im- 
pulse seized me to descend and en- 
ter. I had only to point my foot 
towards the house and touch the 
steps and glide through the open 
door, when members of our house- 
hold greeted me with a smile of 
welcome, for I was expected. We 
all proceeded to an inner court, 
where fountains were playing and 
tall trees stood." 

Joseph's eyes flamed with an in- 
tense look of joy. 

"I have seen Ailsa. She lives in 
a great white mansion with lovely 
children whose parents are still 
earth-boim^d. Ailsa, in her trailing 
white robes and golden hair, which 
ripples in massive waves over her 
shoulders, is more beautiful than 
anything you can imagine. The 
little babes nestle to her throat like 
doves under the mother's wing. 
There are no homes over there 
more beautiful than those in which 


the babies laugh, and sleep, and 
grow in stature. The gardens are 
filled with butterflies and tinted 
orchids; while sweetest lullabies 
are heard. Unutterable chords 
are struck when that word 'Love' 
is spoken. It is the one word 
which expresses all things." 

A few moments of expectant 
silence followed, then Joseph's 
voice throbbed with an exultant 

"I wish to tell you one thing 
more before I go, sister. As I 
was walking by the river's side 
listening to the waters, the music 
they made suddenly ceased, and 
there stood before me a Being 
whom I could not look upon. He 
spoke to me in a voice so perfectly 
modulated that all other sounds 
seemed harsh in comparison. The 
influence of it pervaded all space. 
It had in it the essence of what 
Spirit Itself is ; and yet you, and I, 
were component parts of It. I 
had been in search of one Perfect 
Being. One long since made per- 
fect and when we met I felt that 
I saw before me the adorable ex- 


pression of what I would some day 
become, simply through its in- 
dwelling power, its central force. 
I could not stand another moment, 
and was slowly sinking to my 
knees when the Being spoke, but 
in such dulcet tones that the great 
old organ at Ulm, which had no 
mate on earth, seemed harsh in 

" 'Not there,' said the Voice, 
*but to the height of your stature, 
with your heart beating against 
mine, for I am your elder brother. 
Shall we lift the veil and view the 
city celestial, where we will meet 
again some day?' 

"An instant later, a scene of en- 
trancing vistas lay before me. 
Rolling from beneath our feet lay 
a valley which stretched away to 
grassy slopes on whose sides, hang- 
ing like white roses, were temples 
overshadowed by camelia trees in 
full bloom, unlike any others that 
I have ever seen, so wide-spreading 
and yet so perfectly proportioned. 
Over these grassj?' slopes were scat- 
tered mansions of every size and 


Each one, however, had its vines 
and trees, and the guardians of 
them knew the souls who dwelt 
therein by the flowers which 
bloomed near the entrance. The 
slopes of the valley rose to a high 
mountain on the horizon, and 
there, through that wonderful 
light, could be seen the fairy-like 
city, more symmetrical and beauti- 
ful than any dream of fancy — for 
it was — ^^the home of the Perfect 
Being, who continued saying: 

" *We will go there later. You 
shall see from the jewelled tower, 
that is lost in the stars, how you 
have journeyed from your home on 
that dark earth planet, and how, 
every time that you were disap- 
pointed and stumbled along the 
way, it was a step upward, to join 
us here.' 

"What rapture it was, Amina, 
to listen to his voice, for every 
word he uttered struck a respon- 
sive chord in my heart. 

" 'Shall we go on?' I asked. 

" 'Be patient; for you must re- 
turn to earth once more, for the 
longing desires of that soul will 


eall you back from the inner celes- 
tial spheres.' 

" 'Must I return to earth? Can- 
not a messenger be sent to bring 
Amina to me, for I cannot leave 
this place that I have longed to see, 
and yet never realized one jot of 
its glorious beauty. No words can 
paint it for those who have not 
seen it, and if I return to and cross 
that awful abyss to earth, and lose 
you, brother, how can I hope to 
ever regain those heights?' 

*' 'Then you would go on alone 
and partake of all the delights pre- 
pared for you. Shall we go on?' 

''I heard a distant cry, and 
a chord from your instrument 
reached me. Its tenderness was 
heard where we stood. I looked 
up at the Being who called himself 
my Elder Brother. His eyes were 
closed, but he could see through 
the lids, and could have read my 
thoughts had he chosen to do so. 
But there is no desire in those 
realms to possess anything that 
does not belong to one. As I hesi- 
tated, I heard you cry: 


" 'Joseph, have you forgotten 

"My heart was riven, and I said, 
*I will go back/ 

"Then came one glorious mo- 
ment when I heard a rythmic 
chant. I had stood there so intent 
in gazing on the scene at our feet 
that I had not noticed that our 
Brother was surrounded by a le- 
gion of the most adorable beings 
eye had ever seen. They were 
swaying back and forth above the 
green sward, and their garments 
of azure-like quality created a vi- 
bration, until each one of them 
had a special tone which blended 
with those nearest, and so on 
through the band, until I awak- 
ened to the fact that they were 
each one in tune with the In- 
finite Mind and the glorious an- 
them which gradually stole upon 
my ear was an 'Alleluia,' snatches 
of which I had often heard in the 
organ loft, but never clearly 
enough to fasten in my memory. 
It could not have been understood 
only in the company of such celes- 
tial creatures. It was a song of 


triumph over my decision to come 
to you; for it seemed that my giv- 
ing up their world to descend into 
the depths to reach you sent them 
into a song of rapture- 

" * Another soul redeemed!' they 
sang. But I had first made the 
decision before I heard the song." 


'^Joseph, I understand — I un- 
derstand — how utterly selfish I 
am," whispered Amina. "To 
think that I gave a sigh to bring 
you back from those realms of 
light! For did you not earn the 
right to be released from your 
form of clay?" 

There was such an expression of 
deep self-pity on his sister's face 
that Joseph tenderly laid his hand 
on her suffering head. 

"The greatest thing in the world, 
Amina, is to learn to forgive your- 
self. If I had not made the deci- 
sion to return to you because you 
desired it, I probably would not 
have heard the 'Alleluia.' I can 
hear it now, but I could not give 
you any idea of its beauty through 
the agency of any earthly instru- 
ment, and I have been wondering 
ever since how I could have turned 
from it to come to you. I only 
know that on those entrancing 
strains came the voice: 



" 'Brother,' it said, *as our hearts 
beat once in unison, so the tie that 
binds us can never be severed. You 
are a part of me. But that other 
heart down there cries for the 
celestial life. It is attuned to the 
songs we sing here. Her desire is 
for the larger life which speaks to 
her in the stillness of the night: in 
the watches of the morning when 
the swinging orb of day throws its 
taper against the eastern sky, and 
nature cries aloud for joy. There 
is a body terrestrial and a life as 
well, which is as a shadow to the 
body celestial and its life. But 
shadows are such real things to 
children. Your sister will soon be- 
long to our celestial household. 

"I turned from him to descend 
to you by the path which lay be- 
tween us, and I found myself in a 
dense, black fog, so dense that I 
hesitated to take another step. As 
I stood there, a great fear stole 
over me, which increased to terror. 
Then that voice spoke again from 
the darkness: 'Fear nothing; I will 
light the way,' it said. With that, 
there came a light which shone 


through and around me, as if my 
body reflected light from a great 
sun. It was the flame of the 
Spirit within me. It ht the path 
ahead of me, and as I passed down, 
now filled with confidence, and 
came near to the place where the 
cold winds blew in a minor key, 
shapes of strange, unknown creat- 
ures slunk past me in the darkness. 
At a point where the wind shrieked 
and howled, I met the rich woman 
in her brown rags. She was lean- 
ing on her cane and regarding 
me fearlessly through those hiard, 
steely blue eyes which, as she con- 
tinued looking at me, began to 

" 'Where did you come from — 
Angel of Light?' she asked with 
an imperious air. 

" *I came from above, where all 
is Light. I was a mortal until I 
climbed up those steeps, and in a 
twinkling of an eye was changed 
into what you see me. 

" 'I have come from below, 
where the cold winds blow, by 
slow, arduous steps, hoping to 
meet with some one who could tell 


me ,how to reach those summits 
which I glimpse when the wind 
lulls and the leaden veil lifts,' she 
said with a deep sigh. 'I am will- 
ing to climb higher if you can as- 
sure me that I will not lose my 
way, and may hope for a ray of 
sunshine such as you reflect to fall 
across my weary life. I am so 
weary,' and she leaned on her staff 
in an attitude of hopelessness. 

"As I stood waiting for her to 
cease speaking so that I might tell 
her of the Great Heart awaiting 
her up there, the * Alleluia' was 
wafted through the air. She looked 
up, startled, and listened intently, 
then slowly sank to the ground, 
her old cane dropping from her 
hand and rolling down the hill, as 
she fell into a deep sleep, with a 
glorified smile on her face. I knew 
that she had found peace, and 
would go higher up and join the 
throng, so I passed on and came to 

As Joseph concluded, his coun- 
tenance seemed to reflect, in a 
measure, the light from the Being 
whom he had attempted to de- 


scribe. A few moments of expec- 
tant silence followed, then Joseph's 
voice throbbed with an exultant 
tone as he said: 

"I have a message for you. Ailsa 
will be here in a few days to bear 
you hence. She will be with you, 
so you will have nothing to fear." 

With a gesture full of compas- 
sion at Amina's breathless emotion, 
he placed his hand on her head and 
continued : 

"On the anniversary hour of my 
release from earth form we will be 
here to take you away with us" 

"In six days?" 

Joseph bowed his head. Giving 
him one long look, Amina felt her 
blood chill and then turn to molten 
fire. Her body thrilled to this 
new emotion; her head fell back 
against the chair on which she was 
sitting, and when she awoke a new 
day had dawned. 


The following morning, as Hel- 
ena entered Amina's room with her 
usual cheery greeting, she hesi- 
tated, for a visible change had 
taken place in Amina. The dark 
shadows in her face had deepened 
and an ethereal expression had 
stamped itself plainly upon her 
face. She gave Helena a smile of 
recognition and, crossing her hands 
over her heart, as if to quell its 
tumultuous beatings, raised her 
eyes confidingly and said: 

"I am going." 

"Going where?" 

*To Brother— to Joseph." 

"Amina!" sobbed Helena. 

"It is true," Amina said gently. 
"Joseph came last night and said 
that he would return for me on the 
anniversary hour of his passing 
from earth life. That will be in 
six days. He loved you, Helena, 
and we know that you did your 
best to keep Joseph here; but he 



was SO tired — so tired of his earth- 
ly garment ! He is now free to live 
his life, having first earned the 
right through living a life of ser- 
vice here. I am going home to 
see them all." She turned wearily 
on her pillow as she continued: "I 
could not tune myself to my sur- 
roundings here, and become inter- 
ested in your life, dear Sister; my 
heart was not in it." 

"Amina," said Helena, breath- 
lessly. "Try and be a good girl 
and use your will to arouse your- 
self out of this senseless condition 
into which you have drifted. You 
must, in the first place, leave this 
house. You need an entire change 
of scene. Besides, you must, you 
must think of me. I have con- 
cealed from you my anxiety of 

"Dear Helena," interrupted 
Amina. "Do not grieve. If you 
but knew — I choke — oh, I cannot 
find words to make you imderstand 
what is awaiting me. Listen — 
don't you hear the echo of a great 
anthem? How they chant! The 
roll of an organ, like the beating of 


a heart, throbs through it alL 

Helena stood in silence by her 
side. In that moment she realized 
that here was a force defying her 
to avert the coming dissolution. 
Every method that she could think 
of had been carefully pondered 
and acted upon, even to the turn- 
ing of the hands of the clock for- 
ward one hour. The love of home 
and family was deeply entrenched 
in Helena's nature, and she 
mourned for Joseph, that great 
soul, whose death had shocked her 
awake to life's mysteries. But she 
quailed as she caught a glimpse of 
the future, and saw herself stand- 
ing alone, while her sister was slip- 
ping from her side. 

After a moment of profound 
stillness, Amina turned with a look 
of unutterable tenderness which 
thrilled Helena's inmost being, and 
said between pauses, as if repeat- 
ing a message dictated by another: 

"Joseph called you a good sol- 
dier. Therefore, my dear Helena, 
promise me that you will not grieve 
when I am gone? That you will 


be brave where I was weak; cour- 
ageous in helping others through 
life, where I was faint-hearted?" 

"I promise you that I will be a 
good soldier. I will take up my 
life anew and consecrate it to the 
work that you and Joseph have left 
unfinished," Helena whispered. 

Such a look of exaltation shone 
in Amina's eyes that Helena dried 
her tears and, leaning down, ten- 
derly kissed her sister. 


The sixth day, the anniversary 
of Joseph's passing out, arrived. 
That afternoon as the clock struck, 
the doctor entered the room. 
Amina was crying: 

"He has left me. They have 
taken him away: oh what shall I 
do?" Despair was depicted on 
her countenance. "Doctor, Joseph 
promised to be here when the clock 
struck the hour. He has forgotten 

As she said this, a long sigh es- 
caped her lips and she dropped 
into a deep sleep. The watchers 
felt relieved, and at the same time 
confident that the turning point 
had been reached and she would 
now be cured of her vagaries. It 
was nearing the anniversary hour 
of Joseph's death (with the hands 
of the clock turned forward) when 
Amina awoke* The look of des- 
pair had changed to one of rapture 
which illumined her face, and she 


seemed to be gazing at some object 
through and beyond them both. 
An influence, almost palpable 
filled the room. Doctor Bell re- 
alized that with all his scientific 
knowledge he knew little of the 
spiritual laws that govern the 

As the clock struck seven,Amina 
rose to a sitting posture, and rais- 
ing her hands as if to some invisi- 
ble presence, murmured: 

"Here I am, Joseph, "then 
added in a whisper, "Oh hear it 
* Alleluia AUe — :" and with one 
long breath of ecstasy, her heart 
fluttered and stopped beating. 

No one but Amina had heard 
the "Alleluia.'' The stillness was 
profound. Her ear alone was at- 
tuned to those chorales of the skies. 





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