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m n"‘«Yes. I could not lift it yesteaday. 0h, 1% I am much stronger this morning.” : my hand the sworn “He'lepoilv‘ thcitabla, in; tone of discontent ; “however, I can hii‘hiigc to plane it down, Idaresay." “No, no," said wife hastily. "Oh, please don’t 1 The table in my room is just as lar ; let inc have this." ._ “U , well, ifyou’re so fond of your por- trait as all that, I’m not unreasoaable.” “Nor I, either. I have made upniy mind to do all that I can.” ' “Very well, then ; you’d‘bettcr see about getting dinner. I‘m hungry.” Saying this, table and carried it upstairs. tIer bed was l made ; the room neatly arranged. These signs of submission pleased me. I took down her table on my A head, and carried in I pitcher still three parts full of milk. . .L ‘. ,r' ' “You managed to open your skylight this mdrning,” said I. As she spoke she tried in vain with both hands to break a stick from the faggot that I could have managed easily with a couple of fingers. ‘ “What are you trying to do there asked. “I am going to light the fire to cook something for your lunch.” “ Drop it,” said I, remembering that I had put the chips from the table in the stove. “ You lay the table; that’s more in your line. “You’ll find the things in the cupboard.” “I don’t see any tablecloth,” she said tiinidly. - “ We can do without it.” “ Without a tablecloth 1” Her suprise at the idea of’doing without this luxury was only greater than mine in employing it after having taken something like twelve thousand meals without. “'I here are some in the drawers up- stairs,” she added. “ \Vcll, you can fetch one if you hanker par- ?” I after such niceties. You won’t be so ticular when you’ve roughed it a bit.” I had the fire alight and the pan on when she came down. “ How many rashers can you eat ‘2” I asked, after fetching the bacon and cutting half a dozen for myself. “ Oh, I can’t eat bacon l” she said, look- ing at it with a little grimace of disgust. r “ Can’t eat bacon !” I exclaimed, in un- feigucd astonishment, for it still seemed to me most delicious fare. “ No, you must not think me stupid. whave been ill. My digestion is bad I for two months 1 have taken noth- ing but milk and light food. A little bread with the milkâ€"there is still a good deal in the jug--is all that I want." l I remembered what Mr. Nortlicote had told me about my wife’s weak health. 'I took the pitcher out, emptied it, wash- ed it in the spring, and refilled it with the new milk of the morning, “Up to now,” I reflected, “ I’ve done all the work.” But my equanimity was restored on returning to find that my wife had taken the‘ bacon from the pan and set it on a clean dish. ‘I was about to sit down to the table without mashing my bands,bnt the look of the white tablecloth and my wife shamed me, and glancing at my grimy fingers, .I made an- other rudging journey to the stream an washe them. Also when I re-eutcred the 1' . _ i There was something pathetic, though I cottage I took off my hat and put on my boat. We must have presented a strange con- trast as we sat opposite each other at the table. My wife elegantly dressed, her figure and face the personification of delicate grace and refinement. and I with my close- cro ped head and brutal face, looking like not lug better than a recently shaved con- vict. “ You have not told me your name yet,” said Hebe. ’ ‘ “ Gregory l” said I, with my mouth full. “ Here ou’ll spill that; let me pour it out.” took the pitcher which she had tried to lift and filled her glass, grumbling to myself that I was playing the part of her servant rather than that of a master. “ Thank you. Why did you fill up the jug? There was more than enough.” “This is fresh milk; I threw the other away. Nothing else to do with it,” I ex. plained, that she might not think I liadi sacrificed it on her account ; “ there’s more i than we can use.” , “ [f we let it stand, Gregory, and skim l ot’l‘tlie cream, We could make on r own butter. I think I could do that. You». scald the cream and whip it with yourliand. I have Icen it done. Shall I try '3" “ If you like," said I, carelessly : but in . my heart I was delighted with the notion, as I ever have been in attempting anything new. “ lint you’ll want an apron.” She looked at her dress already torn, rue- fully. ' “ If I can find something amongst the, linen to make up into an apron and a pairl of sltcves.” l station than that." ‘ “I'm afraid I can never find enough stuff for that." - _ . . . I isha“ have a slight inclination of the bead she turned I “I don’t suppose you will. _ to go all the way to Tavistock for it. Those sh sea of yours are all knocked out : they’re no good. And we ought. to have a flat pan for the milk. Bread won't last over to- morrow. Can youmakc bread?" "I can make a beoquteak pie." “ Can you ‘2" said I, eagerly : quite put off my guard by a recollection oi this deli- cacy that set my mouth watering. '“ Yes, and custards too ;" her face light~ in u res naivcl '. I‘lll’ow billiards.) You can keep yourself. How about bread . She seemed doubtful of her capacity in this branch of domestic economy, but she oil'ered eagerly to try it. “ We‘ll have a go at it," said I : its noth- ing but flour and water baked." ' My wife thought we should need soda or baking powder, as in cakes, to lighten it. “I suppose you don’t care for pudding 2" she suggested. “Not much. day in prison." y, " But I mean college puddings, and rice, and sago.‘ ‘ [listened with the strangest fuzllllg 2.- the li=t. It was like opening a lc~::g-:'x.srgui~ them for We got it every Wednes- tm ‘ k. and “wanking the pms‘mcs um heard no 5-2:;an for eleven ycsrs which gave had fascinated me in the pact. ‘ Wished management fid‘indvance sheets ot-CWns‘JoniaL ’ “ There’s anyhow," said I that," she hinted. I let down the flaps of the ofa cart wheel out there will make a fine d she, with a faint smile. “I’ll go and get tea “Andu dress more suitable to yourimy lho“‘ll‘mv _______..__â€"â€"_â€"â€"- (RECALL; . plum pudding, and currant. pudding," I said, suppleenting her list. “ And role-poleyâ€"ryou don’t, care for “Oh, don’t I, though 2” Iexelaimed, again forgetting myself. ‘ “ I know I could make that if I had flour.” ‘ “ There’s half a bushel in the sack at the bottom of the cupboard.” “ And suet," she said, reflecting, “ and a rolling pin.” “ I’ll make you that.” “ Can you 2" “Ishould think so. There’s the spoke Inn-l! r I “Is there anything will do for a paste- boarl ‘3” she asked. “ Oh, I’ll soon knock that up.” “ We ought to have a flat pan to set the milk in,” she said. after a minute’s consid- eration. “And where can we stand it to keep fresh and cool ‘2” “ Why out at the back there, in that pile of granite, there‘s a sort of cave where two great rocks lap over; that would be the very place. I thought of putting the cow in Ehere, but I fancied it might be too cool for er.’ “ You don’t think the ,cats will get at it, Gregory ‘3” “ Oh, I shall step up one end with loose stones, and put a door at the other," I re- plied, as forgetful as she in this new excite- ment, that there was as little likelihood of cats coming there as chimpanzees. “ Do you really think you could do that without having a man?” she asked dropping her voice. “Oh, you’ll see,” I replied,confidently,al- ready arranging in my mind where 1 should set my door posts. I rose, feeling the ne- cessity of finishing the stable at once in or- der to begin on the dairy. “ But the pans,” suggested Hebe. “There’s a pencil, and I’ll give you a smooth piece of deal if you come out to the shed, and you can make a list of all the things you want on it. I’ll go over to Tavi- stock as soon as I’ve finished nailing up the. boards. Don’t forget the suet and some glue; that pasteboard must be rabbeted. Look round and put dowu everything, so that I don’t hive to go again for some time." - She promised to forget nothing, and I went off to my work with a feeling of exhil- aration that I was ashamed of later on when I was cooler. But my eagerness to finish the stable gave me no time for reflection or cooling, and I was absolutely glad to see my wife when she came to the door later on. “What time would you like tea, Greg- ory ‘2” she asked. “ I shall be ready for it in ten minutes. ” “ Why, you have nearly stopped up the hole.” (She referred to the partition.) “ Two more boards to nail on, that’s all, and a bit of stuff to knock up here for ii. manger.” “ Is that end for the cow or the pony?” “ It don't matter which.” “ I should think the pony ohglit to go inside, because there’ll be more light near the door for seeing to milk the cow.” , “ \Vliy, that’s true ; I didn’t think about that. , “ Two heads are better than one,’ I said at once. ” failed to see it then, in henendeavor to con- ciliate nicâ€"to sink herself to a levelsvhich even I might attain. But I presently had a proof that she still maintained womanly dignity. - The ten things were neatly set on the table ; the teapot stood on the stove. Be- tween us she had set}. tumbler of water, in which were two or three wild flowers. “There is no butter yet awhile,” she said, as I seated myself. “Oh, I can do without; pass us the bread, ’ said I, stretching out my hand. ' She glanced at my hand, and then look- ed steadily in my face without moving a hand. I perceived that I had not washed the grim off my hands. “ Oh, I forget that I am to be a gentle- man,” said I, sourly, as I got up. “ Or perhaps you forget what I am,” she answered, without raising her voice, but rather in a tone of gentle reproach. “After all,” thought I, going back from the stream after giving my face and hands a good wash, “ one feels all the better for being clean.” When I had finished tea I saddled the pony and brought him to the gate of the enclosure. Hebe stood there with the list in her hand. *. ‘ “Shall you be long '2" she asked. “Yes ; four or five hours.” We looked at each other in silence. for a moment. Her air was so noble thatit re- quired more courage than I could muster at the instant to tell her I intended to lock her | up in her room before I started : she, read _ spared herself and me the indignity of such an avowal. ’ “1 will say good-night now ;" I shall not i be up when you return," she said ; and with 5 and entered the house. 3 When I followed a minute afterwards she Ehad gone up to her room. 3 I must have fclt I was doing a shameful gtliing, for I went as noiselessly as I could 2 up the steps and shot the bolt in the trap i she had already closed. Her pale, thin, lovely face haunted me as Irode moodily over the moor, and if the sinking of my heart was not due to remorse 1 know not what it was. ('iiarl‘sifixxm LESS MASTER THAN SERVANT. I had to trudge it home, the pony having pretty well as much as he could carry with- out me. For, in addition to the things Hebe had set down on the list, I had bought a lot of clothing for myself, a weighty packet of nails, holdfasts, etc... a washing tub, and five live towls. “"ith a dozen parcels hanging on each sulc, two large tin milk pans, and the washing tub containing the fowl-3 on top, one could see nothing of ihc pony but his cvtrcniities. I was naked in the niirr-iiig‘oytbc vigor- ous crowingnf the cock in {be stable belcw and I can say with Cotillvlcncc that I had me such a feeling of nucleuch delight. l l things I had bought for myself. or all of the emotions which accompaine the changing conditions of my life ; I can only attempt to set down the leading inâ€" cidents which marked those changes, and leave the reader to draw his own conclusions as to their origin. As the light coming under the eaves was et but a slaty grey, I lay for some time istening, as pleased as a boy with his first watch, to the crowing of the cock, at the same time turning over in my mind the ‘ many alterations that must be made in the house before the rough weather set in. \Vith so much to be done it was impossible for a man of my restless dis osition to lie idle l:ng, and so in the mid le of his sixth 1 It would puzzle me to explain this feeling} to do all the sweeping and fire light- ing and that sort of thing,” said I tomy- self. “That’s her work, and it’sbest to begiiras we’re going on. She’ll find out there's no nonsense about me, and that I'm not goingto stand any nonsense on her part. She’s not a fine lady now. As soon ~as I’ve had a sense in the stream I’ll begin on that dairy.” But when I went in the house to unbolt the trap and get my packet of nails, the sight of all the parcels on the floor, where I had thrown them down higgledy-pigglcdy after my tiring walk, ofi‘ended my prison- bred sense of propriety, so I proceeded to stack them neatly against the wall. In doing this I came upon the parcel of beef- steak and suet. This reminded me that I had the material fora beef-steak pic, but no pasteboard and no rolling pin. \Vell, there was the table I had brought down from the room above. With a few turns of the plane I could give it a clean surface that would do for today. So I fetched the jack plane, but wanting light I opened the shutters, which was a. job I intended for Hebe. I couldn’t leave the shavings on the floorâ€" that looked worse than the parcels. I got the broom and swept the floor. Then when I had put the shavings in thcstove,it struck me that the mere act of striking a match and setting them alight was not worth a consideration ; but after the shavings had caught, I found there was no wood and had to run out sharp for a faggot ; then I had to fetch turf to keep the fire in. It was useless letting the fire burn for nothing, in the pitcher, I had to go down to the spring and fill it. “A good hour wasted,”'i I grumbled; “never mind, I’ll mike up for it now.” But no sooner had I got into the shed. with my ironmongery than I betliought me the cow had to be milked. Hebe certainly couldn’t do that; so I must. ‘ “Now I can begin the dairy,” thought I, crow I startled the cock, and sent off his hens with a screech by descending the lad- der on which they were perched. I had. made up my mind to leave all the house work ‘to Hebe. “She'll have as I set down the pail of milk in the kitchen ; but glancing across to see if the fire was going on all right, I caught sight of the planed table, which reminded me I had for- gotten the rolling in. “Oh, I’ll soon nook that off,” said I, going out to find the old spoke. But a harder piece of oak I never touched with a spokecsliave, and to get it nicely round, tapering in just proportion to the end, and scraping it down smooth with a piece of broken glass, took me fully two hours, and I had only just tied astring loop on the nests,” said I. top by when Hebe came to tell me that breakfast was ready. “ You have been up a long while, Gre- gory,” she said. “ Have you done a great deal ‘2” “ No,” said I, savagely: “ I’ve made a. rolling pinâ€"that’s all,” “ Did you get up so early in order to do to hang it up plane the table fora pasteboard ; and now',” I added, with increased acerbity as I heard a wliiniiying from the stable, “ there’s that pony wants feeding.” “ Oh, you have bought some fowls,” she cried, cheerfully, when following me to the stable door she caught sight of them scratch- ing over the straw. “ Cuk-euk ! cuk-cuk ! cuk l” cried the “ Oh, you fine fellow” she said : “ we shall have some eggs now. ” “ Can’t make custards without ’em, can you ‘2” said I, grufily. There’s some grain in. that bin ; throw some down for them outside.” “But you don’t care for custards, Gregory," she said, in a low tone, as she went to the bin. “Get over, do l” I cried to the pony who was sticking his haunclies in my way. The fowls ran eagerly out after Hebe. It gave her pleasure to feed them. I saw a sunny light in her face as Ipassed the door : but her mind seemed absorbed in another reflection when I came down from the loft with an armful of hay for the cow. She walked in silence beside me towards the cottage, but on the threshold she said, as if nothing had occurred since she last .spoke to ineâ€" “That was very kind of you.” After breakfast we undid some of the parcels, for they were all so much alike that I couldn’t make out which contained the l that '3" ‘ “ No, I didn’t,” I growled ; “ I had to ‘ jealous of her attentions to the cow, had was the draper's. My wife was pleased with everything she found in it but most with a couple of ready-made print dresses. “Here is something that was not down on my list. I am sure,” she said : “what are they ‘3” “ The man called them peiguoirs. I took ’em in order that you might have something suitable to work in at once.” " They are, very pretty,” she said, taking ; no notice of my ungracious explanation. ‘ “ And what are these 2'" ” Bonnets. You can't lsomething on your head." l They were the ordinary poke sun bonnets . worn by the Devonshire peasants. Anything more ugly in itself it would be difficult to invent ; and yet when Hebe, after unfolding them with amused curiosity, put one on her :head to try it, I thought nothing could be i prettier. It was the sort of head dress she , might herself have chosen for a fancy dress ihall. Her face looked smaller than ever in i the deep white hood ; her eyes deeper and ’more lustrous ; the loose hair that fringed her brow and temples darker. It added to , the quaint gravity of her expression as she turned timidly to me for approval. half fear- .ing. I think, that I should burst into deris- l ive laughter ; and then, again, it lent a go out without iquan: fascination to the arch smile that twinkled in her features when she perceived the effect was not ridiculous. I turned away i ‘to open another parcel that she might not see my admiration, not unconscious of my but finding the kettle empty, and no water i cock, pulling himself up,sliakiiig his wattle ., p and fixing one red eye on Hebe. dc and wore a sun bonnet when she ‘I‘he first ’ said my wife, quietly. own weakness in yielding to its influence. I... ..4-â€"â€"â€"~v .v‘4 V 4] :2: she seek to oonoiliato me 2 I {mild not make " This is just what I wanted for aprons. out, and in vainly looking for an explanation I stall make them to come right round and with a bib." J ,1. - “ These are your shoes.” V L" ' “ Fours. I forgot to put down the norm ber. How did you guess it i” It would have been strange if I had for- gotten the proportions of a figure that was better known to me than my own. " 1 took the first that came to hand.” said I ; “ they’re stout, and that’s the main thing!" “ ouse shoes, too.” “You couldn’t do without ’emâ€"That’s grocery." ‘ “ How did you carry all these things home?” “ The pony carried ’em : I didn't.” “ Did he carry you as well ‘3" “ No, I walked.” She was silent for a moment; then she said regretfullyâ€"â€" “ It was thoughtless of me to make such a long list without considering how the things were to be carried. And you added to the list instead of reducing it." " That doesn’t concern you,” said I, seiz- ing my parcel. “You’ll find me among the rocks when you want me: I’m going to see about the dairy." ~ “ That does concern me,” she said, at- tempting to smile. “ May I come and see what you are going to do ‘3” “ Yes, if you like." She followed me to the rocks, and looked with interest at the cavern formed by the two great blocks of granite. I “ How cool it is in here,” said she ; and I can almost stand upright.” “ 0h, there’ll be plenty of head room when I have cleared away the rubble on this side. I shall stack it up neatly along there for the pans to stand on.” - And I daresay you could find a nice flat stop? to lay at one end to roll the butter on. “ How would that one over there do 2" I asked, warming up. . “ Why that is the very thing, if you could only move it.” ., “Oh, that’s nothing; which and would you like it '2” “ Up here, I think, Gregory. It's lighter, and there’s more room.” “ Yes, the other end I shall fill up with stones. Here I shall set up a rough door.” “ you could fix a shelf anywhere, we could use this as a larder as Well as a dairy.” “ Why, so we could. There's a bit of inch stuff up in the loft will just do, nicely planed up ; and I can put a few hooks up to hang things on.” ’ “ Oh, that will be capital ! Hark ! what is that ‘2" she asked, suddenly turning and raising her finger. I I listened : the fowls were making a terrible clatter. “ They’ve laid an egg amongst ’em l” “ Do you think so, already ‘2” “ We'll go and see.” ‘ A fowl. on the threshold of the stable we. proclaiming her achievement, and the others were congratulating her. V “ Here it is,” said I, finding the egg in a corner of the manger. - Hebe, coming to my side, took it with an exclamation of delight. “ There’s an old basket or two in the shed. I’ll nail them against the wall for She suggested that I should put up a perch also for the fowls to roost on, and then turn- ing to caress the full-eyed cow she saidâ€" “ I must learn to milk the cow; will you show me how ‘2” , “ Yes, and I’ll make you a proper stool with three legs.” “Thank you, Gregory." Then she turned to caress the pony, who, jogged her elbow with his nose. “ What kind-looking creatures they are," she said. “ \Vhat is the pony’s name ?” “He harn't got one yet ; but we can call him Kit.” “ Kit !” she murmured ; “ poor Kit l” and putting her arm under his neck, she laid her pale, delicate check against his rough hide. , qhe was dressed in one of the rint came to tell me that dinner was ready. She looked like a princess playing the part of a peasant and nothing else ; the plainness of her attire only serving as a foil to her matur- ed charms of face and figure. As she stood there, with the blue sky and summer clouds beyond, she was to me a vision of purity and grace. I could not think of her impuri- ty. My mind recoiled from the attempt. It seemed like looking down from a flower to seek the corruption on which it fed. It was well that I stood deep in the shadow of the cave, and that Ihad time to recover my senses before I came out into the light. “ You are not going back to work," she said, when I rose from the table. ” Why not?" I asked, brusquely. “ It is Sunday.” That had not occurred to me, though I might have guessed it by the bustle in the town over night. ' “ Well, I shan’t shock the susceptibilities of any one. by employing my time to advan- tage here.” “ It is good to rest one day in the week,” “ If you would like 1! to go for awalk over the moors. Gregory, she added, after a pause, “ I shall be quite content toâ€"to stay in my room until you come back.” The proposal staggered me. “ It’s pretty hot up there,” I said. “ I have put up the skylight." “ You can’t look out of the window.” Jack 23 “ That is a pity. The moor looks lovely to-day." “ You have nothing to read.” “ No.” “ And you are willing to be locked up there 2 “ r “ If you think it necessar ." I asked myself if I shoul this self-sought suffering. “No,” said I, getting up; “I prefer to work. You can go out if vou choose.” But when I got back to the cave I found More than once today a feeling had been revived in my heart that I thought was dead for ever ; perhaps the (lisincliuation to work on Sunday was the rcassertiou of an old senti- Inan For half an hour or more I satin the cave' balancing in my hand the hammer Ihad taken up, thinking over my wife’s offer to ‘that the spirit had gone out of me. be shut up in that oven of a room. Her submission perplexed me: it was en- iircly contrary to what I expected, and in vconsequcnccl found it contrary to reason. i Why had she given in so readily! Why did l still'temain on the goose; my dear. t sub nit her to there was that confusion in my mind that the aspect of new surroundings con veys after a heavy sleep. No wonder: my mind was but just regaining in faculties after a sleep of six years. The hammer slipped from my hand, and I took up the parcel of clothes from the shed into the left. I would do as she suggested, since I could not work â€"all except locking her up. I couldn’t do that. I changed my clothes, putting on the new tweed suit and flannel cap I had bought the night before. I did not perceive even then that in puttin on decent clothes for Sunday wear I has unconsciously fallen into another habit of the past. My wife was sitting in the shade of a boulder by the brook when Iwcut out. She did not see me, and I strode off in another direction. I could think of nothing but Hebe. As I went ovor all that had happened~ rctty much _ as I have written it hereâ€"I was struck by the naive simplicity of our con- versation ; but I failed to see that while my simplicity was urtloss as a Bmotiun’s hers was the disguise of astute intelli- gence. “ One of us must be a fool,” I said, with- out, however, regarding myself as the fooled one. She had found herself a delicate and frail woman, pitted against a savage. Quick to see that stubborn opposition would entail nothing but discomfiture to herself, she had pursued the wise task of subduing me through my own weakness. Her first appeal was to my lowest animal instinct. She had stimulated and gratified my appetite for good things. I had accepted her guidance as unsuspectineg as the bear who climbs to the top of a pole for a bun. She had made further progress by flattering my vanity and then made an admit appeal to my generosity by offering a condition that otherwise I myself might have demanded. I had refused to imprison her, and given her a certain amount of liberty which could never be retracted. I saw all this later on, but my intellect was too torpid to grasp it then. I had lost myself amongst. the rocks in re- turning, when, mounting ablock higher than the rest to discover if I could find the course of the stream, a faint cry reached my car. Leaking about me I saw in the distance the mound that marked the cottage, a patch of silver where the brook spread into apool, and then midway between them a white figure that I knew must be Hebe. I recog- nised her voice when she called again. I flourished my cap in answer, and. hurried along, wondering what ‘ had happened to make her call to me. . I lost sight of her for some time after getting down from the rock ; but as she cried from time to time the sound of her voice grew more distinct. What was it she cried? Not Gregory; the word was shorter than that, Presently, getting clear of the larger boulders, I saw her struggling through the heath not a hundred yards off. Seeing me she stopped dead short. She pushed her hair back as if to see clearer, and stood there immovable, straining her eyes as I approached. Then when I spoke she cover- ed her face with her liands and burst into tears. “I thought it was my husband 1" she sobbed. (TO BE CONTINUED.) HORRORS OF HYPNOTISM. The Aulhor of a Bill for Its Suppression Wi ltcs otllls Studies. Brief mention was made in these dis- atches a short time ago of a bill introduced )y Senator Mitchell in the United States Senate attaching unusually heavy penalties to the exercise of liypnotiem, magnetism and other occult influences upon others. The bill is one of the strangest ever offered in Congress. It was introduced by Mr. Mit- chell at the request of a lawyer now living in Washington, who is the son of one of the early Chief Justices of California, and who has made the study of the mysterious forces of nature his life’s work. He is thoroughly convinced that a great number of asti'oci- one crimes are committed by irresponsible persons who are but the helpless agents of another who exercises hypnotic influences over them. He thinks that there are many persons who have by natural endowment and by the cultivation of the electromag- netic, mesmeric, or hypnotic powers, the ability to influence whom they please to their own ends for good or for evil, and that, possessing these powers, they prey upon the sons possessing these powers exercise them, unconsciously influencing others to do things against their will. Those whom the author of the bill wishes to bring within the power of the law are persons who, he says, either organ- ized into a sort of brotherhood or acting by themselves, deliberately prey u on their fellow men, depriving them of t eir free will, making them but tools and agents or slaves. He thinks that tli-ro are many from whose mysterious powers no man or woman is safe. Persons possessing these hypnotic powers, he says, are concei'led under conditions purposely designed to ivo them the powors and are raised by t ieir parents from their birth with the view of making hypnotists or mcsmerists of them, and that they are afterward used toexerciso their canny influence over other persons. Accompanying the bill is adocument pre- a wonderful accumulation of all sorts of iii- formation on the subject of incuncrism and the like. The author quotes ncinherlcu au- thorities on electromagnetism and hypno- tism and enters deeply into the Occult. The knowled e of these arts, the writer says, is possessor to a high degree by certain per- sons in some parts of the world, and t lat, by reason of their knowledge or powers, they dominate all those about them, and can do all ‘orts of mysterious and terrible things, which it is not to the interest of their fellow-sues that they should do. 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