a journey in other worlds-第60章
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is still alive。〃
〃I pray that God will grant you this;〃 said the spirit; 〃and make
me His instrument; for I see the depth of your distress。〃 Saying
which; he vanished; leaving no trace in his departure except that
the pillar of stone returned to its place。
With this rather vague hope; Ayrault set off to rejoin his
companions; for he felt the need of human sympathy。 Saturn's
rapid rotation had brought the earth almost to the zenith; the
little point shining with the unmistakably steady ray of a
planet。 Huge bats fluttered about him; and the great
cloud…masses swept across the sky; being part of Saturn's
ceaseless whirl。 He found he was in a hypnotic or spiritualistic
state; for it was not necessary for him to have his eyes open to
know where he was。 In passing one of the pools they had noticed;
he observed that the upper and previously invisible liquid had
the bright colour of gold; and about it rested a group of figures
enveloped in light。
〃Why do you look so sad?〃 they asked。 〃You are in that abode of
departed spirits known as paradise; and should be happy。〃
〃I suppose I should be happy; were I here as you are; as the
reward of merit;〃 he replied。 〃But I am still in the flesh; and
as such am subject to its cares。〃
〃You are about to have an experience;〃 said another speaker。
〃This day your doubts will be at rest; for before another sunset
you will know more of the woman you love。〃
The intensity of the spiritualistic influence here somewhat
weakened; for he partially lost sight of the luminous figures;
and could no longer hear what they said。 His heart was in his
mouth as he walked; and he felt like a man about to set out on
his honeymoon; or like a bride who knows not whether to laugh or
to cry。 An indescribable exhilaration was constantly present。
〃I wonder;〃 thought he; 〃if a caterpillar has these sensations
before becoming a butterfly? Though I return to the rock from
which I sprang; I believe I shall be with Sylvia to…day。〃
Footprints formed in the soft ground all around him; and the air
was filled with spots of phosphorescent light that coincided with
the relative positions of the brains; hearts; and eyes of human
beings。 These surrounded and often preceded him; as though
leading him on; while the most heavenly anthems filled the air
and the vault of the sky。
〃I believe;〃 he thought; with bounding heart; 〃that I shall be
initiated into the mysteries of space this night。〃
At times he could hear even the words of the choruses ringing in
his ears; though at others he thought the effect was altogether
in his mind。
〃Oh; for a proof;〃 he prayed; 〃that no sane man can doubt! My
faith is implicit in the bishop and the vision; and I feel that
in some way I shall return to earth ere the close of another day;
for I know I am awake; and that this is no dream。〃
A fire burned in the mouth of the cave; within which Bearwarden
and Cortlandt lay sleeping。 The specks of mica in the rocks
reflected its light; but in addition to this a diffused
phosphorescence filled the place; and the large sod…covered
stones they used for pillows emitted purple and dark red flames。
〃Is that you; Dick?〃 asked Bearwarden; awaking and groping about。
〃We built up the fire so that you should find the camp; but it
seems to have gone down。〃 Saying which; he struck a match;
whereupon Ayrault ceased to see the phosphorescence or bluish
light。 At that moment a peal of thunder awakened Cortlandt; who
sat up and rubbed his eyes。
〃I think;〃 said Ayrault; 〃I will go to the Callisto and get our
mackintoshes before the rain sets in。〃 Whereupon he left his
companions; who were soon again fast asleep。
The sky had suddenly become filled with clouds; and Ayrault
hastened towards the Callisto; intending to remain there; if
necessary; until the storm was over。 For about twenty minutes he
hurried on through the growing darkness; stopping once on high
ground to make sure of his bearings; and he had covered more than
half the distance when the rain came on in a flood; accompanied
by brilliant lightning。 Seeing the huge; hollow trunk of a
fallen tree near; and not wishing to be wet through; Ayrault
fired several solid shots from his revolver into the cavity; to
drive out any wild animals there might be inside; and then
hurriedly crawled in; feet first。 He next drew in his head; and
was congratulating himself on his snug retreat; when the sky
became lurid with a flash of lightning; then his head dropped
forward; and he was unconscious。
CHAPTER XI。
DREAMLAND TO SHADOWLAND。
As Ayrault's consciousness returned; he fancied he heard music。
Though distant; it was distinct; and seemed to ring from the
ether of space。 Occasionally it sounded even more remote; but it
was rhythmical and continuous; inspiring and stirring him as
nothing that he had ever heard before。 Finally; it was overcome
by the more vivid impressions upon his other senses; and he found
himself walking in the streets of his native city。 It was
spring; and the trees were white with buds。 The long shadows of
the late afternoon stretched across the way; but the clear sky
gave indication of prolonged twilight; and the air was warm and
balmy。 Nature was filled with life; and seemed to be proclaiming
that the cold was past。
As he moved along the street he met a funeral procession。
〃What a pity;〃 he thought; 〃a man should die; with summer so near
at hand!〃
He was also surprised at the keenness of his sight; for; inclosed
in each man's body; he saw the outline of his soul。 But the dead
man's body was empty; like a cage without a bird。 He also read
the thoughts in their minds。
〃Now;〃 said a large man in the carriage next the hearse; 〃I may
win her; since she is a widow。〃
The widow herself kept thinking: 〃Would it had been I! His life
was essential to the children; while I should scarcely have been
missed。 I wish I had no duties here; and might follow him now。〃
While pondering on these things; he reached Sylvia's house; and
went into the little room in which he had so often seen her。 The
warm southwesterly breeze blew through the open windows; and far
beyond Central Park the approaching sunset promised to be
beautiful。 The table was covered with flowers; and though he had
often seen that variety; he had never before noticed the
marvellous combinations of colours; while the room was filled
with a thousand delicious perfumes。 The thrush hanging in the
window sang divinely; and in a silver frame he saw a likeness of
himself。
〃I have always loved this room;〃 he thought; 〃but it seems to me
now like heaven。〃
He sat down in an arm…chair from force of habit; to await his
fiancee。
〃Oh; for a walk with Sylvia by twilight!〃 his thoughts ran on;
〃for she need not be at home again till after seven。〃
Presently he heard the soft rustle of her dress; and rose to meet
her。 Though she looked in his direction; she did not seem to see
him; and walked past him to the window。 She was the picture of
loveliness silhouetted against the sky。 He went towards her; and
gazed into her deep…sea eyes; which had a far…away expression。
She turned; went gracefully to the mantelpiece; and took a
photograph of herself from behind the clock。 On its back Ayrault
had scrawled a boyish verse composed by himself; which ran:
〃My divine; most ideal Sylvia;
O vision; with eyes so blue;
'Tis in the highest degree consequential;
To my existence in fact essential;
That I should be loved by you。〃
As she read and reread those lines; with his whole soul he
yearned to have her look at him。 He watched the colour come and
go in her clear; bright complexion; and was rejoiced to see in
her the personification of activity and health。 Beneath his own
effusion on the photograph he saw something written in pencil; in
the hand he knew so well:
〃Did you but know how I love you;
No more silly things would you ask。
With my whole heart and soul I adore you