{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_56338/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_56338","id":"gutenberg_56338","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/56338","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Novels","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Category: Romance","Category: Science-Fiction & Fantasy","Mars (Planet) -- Fiction","Science fiction"],"text":"Produced by MFR and the Online Distributed Proofreading\nTeam at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from\nimages generously made available by The Internet Archive)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration:   Image of Book Cover]\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: \u201cAUTHORESS AND CHILD\u201d]\n\n\n\n\n                        Ruth\u2019s Marriage in Mars\n\n                               ----------\n\n                           A SCIENTIFIC NOVEL\n\n                               ----------\n\n                                   BY\n                       MRS. CHARLES WILDER GLASS\n\n                      [Illustration: title page]\n\n\n\n\n                              Copyright by\n                       MRS. CHARLES WILDER GLASS\n                                  1912\n\n                                  ---\n\n                             Books sold at\n                     856 West Fifty-seventh Street\n                           Los Angeles, Cal.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                              DEDICATION.\n\n\nIt gives me great pleasure to dedicate this book to all my readers. I\nalso dedicate it to my dear father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. L. R.\nPerkins. To my two brothers and three sweet, lovely sisters; to my dear\nfriends Dr. Willard P. Burke and his brother, Dr. Benjamin Franklin\nBurke and his only son, Willard Franklin Burke, and only daughter,\nMillie Burke. To my husband, Charles Wilder Glass, and to my only child,\nJennie May Glass. All these dear souls have been a great comfort and\nblessing to me. In my darkest hours they have thrown their sacred\ninfluence around me. I dearly love all these and many hundreds of\nothers. I wish I could express in this little book my love for all\nhumanity. May my daughter be as great a blessing to the world as she is\nto her father and mother. My earnest prayer is,\n\n           May God protect her,\n           Love be true to her,\n           Joy draw near to her,\n           Home a joy to her,\n           Health stay close to her,\n           Life be dear to her.\n           Wealth find what you can do for her;\n           Search your treasure house thro and thro for her.\n           May God and His dear angels, and our loving\n           Saviour guide her steps forever, is my prayer.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                                PREFACE.\n\n\nI am a Catholic-Psychic, and believe in the Holy Catholic Church, the\ncommunion of Saints (this is a fact to me for I have often seen my\nsaints and heard them), the forgiveness of all sins, the resurrection of\nthe body and life everlasting. I write this little book to prove man an\nimmortal being, to comfort all those that suffer. My saints have proven\nto me there is no death. I long to prove this to my dear readers, for it\nis a fact. May this little book always be a comfort and blessing to you.\nMay all my dear readers have this same beautiful experience; all learn\nfor themselves life is immortal, life is beautiful. Please earnestly\ninvestigate and find this fact out for yourselves\u2014I did. If you will go\ninto the silence every other night and pray, then be calm, very quiet,\nrelax the mind and body, in a short time you will see or hear, or feel\nsome of your loved ones, as I have seen and heard them. After you have\nheard these sweet heavenly voices, or have seen the dear faces of your\nloved ones, please tell the world these beautiful facts, as our sweet\nsaint Jeanne d\u2019Arc did; we can all write and teach facts now without\nbeing burned alive. \u201cAs freely as ye receive freely give.\u201d\n\nDear readers, this little romance is founded on facts. All journeys to\nother stars are true. The names are fictitious. The gist of this story\nis all true. It is wicked to write a lie, even in a novel. This book is\nwritten to inspire more love for each other. May we all love one another\nmore, comfort others as our Saviour and His angels have loved us. As you\nread this book please remember I love you all dearly. God rules and\nwatches over you; He sends your loved ones to comfort and protect you.\nPlease try to always bear this in mind, and may you always be happy and\ncontented. If you wish to develope your souls, and keep in harmony with\nGod, you must keep sweet, cheerful, prayerful, and love one another.\nLove, Divine love, is the secret of salvation. So pray for love, peace\nand happiness.\n\n                                                             THE AUTHOR.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                               CHAPTER I.\n\n                \u2019Tis heaven alone that is given away;\n                \u2019Tis only God may be had for the asking.\n\n                                                                \u2014Lowell.\n\n\nIt was a lovely twilight evening at Lytton Springs, India. These famous\nsprings were very high up in the Araville hills; Mandavee was the\nnearest city, situated on a small island in the Arabian sea. The great\nred sun was slowly sinking as the bells were ringing the Angelus from an\nancient Hindoo temple. The sacred chimes pealed forth melodiously, the\nsweet sounds echoing forth the harmony of those bells. Inside of this\nancient temple sweet incense was burning on a beautiful golden altar. A\ndark, handsome prince and his family were praying around this sacred\naltar. Here they would often see beautiful visions of angels and their\nloved ones who had died in this same faith years ago. This faith was a\nstrange, mysterious, mythical religion, handed down from the ancient\nIndians. It was a mixture of Catholicism and Hindooism. The Prince and\nhis family were highly educated and great musicians; they were all great\nPsychics, and often spent hours in this old temple praying. They lived\nin constant communion with their saints, who constantly watched over\nthem and protected them. At the other side of this altar a strange\nveiled princess was silently praying. After sunset they all left the\ntemple with bowed heads. They went to their summer homes in the hills.\nSita, the Prince\u2019s only daughter, felt sorry for the lonely stranger and\ninvited her to their lovely home in the mountains.\n\n\u201cMay I ask the name of my lovely hostess?\u201d asked the lonely stranger.\n\n\u201cMy name is Sita, dear. My father is Prince Cresto. We spend our summers\nhere in these lovely mountains. Won\u2019t you please come home and spend the\nevening with us?\u201d\n\n\u201cI, too, am a princess from Southern Egypt. My name is Princess Kezia.\nIf you love me, just call me Kez for short.\u201d\n\n\u201cI fell in love with you at first sight, Kez. Please come and dine with\nus this evening. Come just as you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cI will, dear Sita, for the hotel seems so far away. Sita, what a dear,\nlovely home you have way up here in the hills.\u201d\n\n\u201cFather and mother, this is Princess Kezia. Kez, this is my father,\nPrince Cresto, and my mother, Princess Mara; this other young gentleman\nis my brother Persus; he has just graduated at Delhi as M. D., and now\nhas charge of a large sanitarium here at Lytton Springs. Kez, he is also\na mental healer and many come just to get well mentally. He has great\nsuccess in healing the body through the mind. He and my father have a\nlarge class at the sanitarium just to develope the soul.\u201d\n\n\u201cDoctor,\u201d said Princess Kezia, \u201cI would love to join your class. I came\nto these hills just to develope the soul.\u201d\n\n\u201cPrincess Kezia,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cwe have a small class to meet here\nin our library tonight\u2014some are here now. I will let you sit here in\nthis big easy chair close to my own, so you will not be afraid.\u201d\n\nIn a few minutes the large library was filled with lovely, refined,\nhighly educated people. The library was lighted up with many candles,\nheld in lovely gold candlesticks. These lovely gold ornaments were\nhanded down from one generation to the other.\n\nThese dear friends formed a circle with their chairs. They held each\nother\u2019s hands, and sang and prayed, then all were silent for a few\nminutes. Suddenly there were many strange lights, the lights looked like\nstars; some had many colors. One light near the doctor and I was a soft\nblue, another red, another yellow. The blue light came close to me and\ngrew larger and larger. I saw in this wonderful light a lovely angel,\nall in white. By this time my fear had left me. I looked up and asked\nher name.\n\n\u201cMy name is Hope, dear Kezia, I have been with you for years. Always\nloving and protecting you. It was I that influenced your mind to come\nhere, just so your band of angels could develope you. Kezia, dear, are\nyou willing that we should?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, Hope, I am very anxious.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn order to learn we must study hard, and get in perfect harmony with\nour Father, who is all mind. We get into harmony by work, by prayer, and\ndoing His Divine will. Prayer without works is in vain. Great love to\nothers brings great reward. My dear, keep very busy and cheerful. Take\nbetter care of your health; illness, melancholy, and idleness is the\ncause of most crime, sorrow and suicide. All rich should hire more help,\nstudy more, encourage universal farming\u2014farming is a beautiful art. A\nlovely home on a perfect little farm is heaven on earth. Kezia, dear\nchild, I must let others talk now. Try to remember every word that is\ntaught in class by these dear angels.\u201d\n\nAnother bright angel of light spoke next. He was a tall gentleman, over\nsix foot, wearing long flowing robes.\n\n\u201cDear friends, all honest work is beautiful and elevating. We should\nencourage and uplift all work. In Venus, where I live, farming is the\nmost popular art; a farmer is just as good as his banker, he should be\ntreated so by all classes. All farmers should be highly educated, and go\ninto the very best society. In all higher planets, farmers are the\naristocrats; they are all true Christians and live up to the Golden\nRule. In seeking real happiness we must first realize we are all one\nuniversal family; all part of God, all made in the image of God. We are\nall Divine, as long as we keep in harmony with Our Father. We must say,\n\u2018Thy will be done,\u2019 before we are His children. We can\u2019t live without\nHim. It is getting late and you all need sleep. We will repeat the\nLord\u2019s prayer and retire.\u201d\n\nPrincess Mara put her arms around Kezia and invited her to stay all\nnight. \u201cKez, you may sleep with my daughter, so you will not get\nnervous.\u201d\n\nSita and I slept soundly until sunrise.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER II.\n\n\n                All God\u2019s angels will say, \u201cWell done!\u201d\n                Whenever thy mortal race is run.\n                    White and forgiven,\n                    Thou\u2019lt enter heaven\n                And pass, unchallenged, the Golden Gate,\n                Where welcoming spirits watch and wait\n                To hail thy coming with sweet accord\n                To the Holy City of God the Lord.\n\n\nThe next morning I heard these words sung by the family in the library\ndownstairs. I heard Prince Cresto\u2019s rich tenor above the rest. They kept\non singing in perfect harmony as I went down stairs. The doctor met me\nin the big hall and invited me in to family prayers at sunrise. After\nthis sacred service was over, I said good bye to my new friends and\nwalked quickly to my room at the hotel. I promised Dr. Persus to go back\nthe next evening to another class.\n\nI spent most of that day roaming those lovely Araville hills, and\npraying in the old temple.\n\nTwilight found me again at the home of Princess Mara. This lovely mother\nwas very tall and dark, also having dark brown hair. As I entered the\ndoor she held out both slender hands to welcome me. Prince Cresto and\nshe invited me to stay with them as their guest that summer. After\nstudying the matter over I consented. Sita called us all to supper. I\nwas surprised at this simple repast; dates, nuts and grape juice was all\nthat was served. This was served on a lovely hardwood table inlaid with\npearls and white ivory. A lovely large butterfly was carved in the\ncenter of this expensive old table; the butterfly was made of pure gold\nand silver, all filigreed in this beautiful hardwood. The eyes of this\nwonderful golden butterfly were two bright red rubies. My surprise and\ndelight was great happiness to me.\n\n\u201cDoctor, what a beautiful and wonderful butterfly!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, Princess Kezia, we had it inlaid there, for it is an emblem of\nimmortality.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe only eat a light supper, so we can develope our souls. We could not\nsee clairvoyantly if we ate too much. We only eat two meals a day,\nmorning and evening. Instead of eating at noon we rest and pray, as they\ndid of old.\u201d\n\nAfter supper was over the doctor offered me his arm and we all went to\nclass again. It was about the same as the night before; only there was\nmore music, and the angels sang with us, and their sweet voices were so\nperfect that for a moment I thought I was in heaven. O! such music there\namong the flowers and trees, by the hillside! Their sweet voices sang in\nharmony with the beautiful pale, golden moonlight. No sunlight was ever\nso beautiful as this to me! After the music had ceased we were all\nsilent again. Prince Cresto\u2019s guardian angel spoke tonight. His name was\nEno, and he came from Neptune. Eno was over six feet in height; he had\nlarge, soulful blue eyes, and light brown hair. His hair was heavy and\nwavy and seemed about two inches in length; it was parted on the left\nside, just as he used to wear it in earth-life.\n\n\u201cMy dear brothers and sisters, I was the poor priest that laid the\ncorner stone to your temple,\u201d he said. \u201cI was killed in a war\u2014religious\nwar\u2014against the Jews. We never think of war now, we know it is a sin to\neven think a wrong. We just love one another and are perfectly happy. In\nNeptune we teach all how to be happy. Our first duty there is to love\none another and be happy. We have great, broad and massive temples there\nto worship the Lord and His Holy Angels in. On Sabbath we all pray and\nsing the same as you do here. There all practice just what they preach.\nIn Neptune our sermons and prayers are very short and our songs very\nlong. The hymns at first would remind you of a grand opera, only a great\ndeal nicer. All their splendid sweet voices have been trained for years\nand years before they can sing in those wonderful temples. Even in\nNeptune we find talent is only the result of hard work. All learn to\nsing there sooner or later.\n\n\u201cIn all the country towns there are many smaller temples where all sing\nlovely. It is at the capitol where these glorious songs are heard. All\ncan go to hear them if they wish; church music is always free to all.\nOur church doors are never closed. It is selfish to close them. In many\nof the other stars we teach God is immortal and independent without us.\nGod can destroy all that He has created, and live on forever and ever\nwithout us. Hence we should be grateful, prayerful, humble, and\nChristlike, and always happy in serving God. We should place great value\non our physical bodies, for it is the temple of our souls. If our bodies\nare perfect, it is easy to get in perfect harmony with our Creator. Life\nshould be all ecstacy! Life is beautiful on earth or any other planet. I\nenjoy life with all my soul\u2014we all should.\n\n\u201cWhat a divine privilege of having the sweet pleasure of loving all\nhumanity as our dear Saviour did. I know He loves us now more than ever.\nHow beautiful to know He still loves us. As we love our Father He loves\nus. You and I know there is no death. I know I was once your priest; now\nI am your servant from another star. I only come back to help and serve.\nI will give you a few plans to lay up treasures in heaven, and give you\ngreater happiness here. It is more beautiful to adopt children instead\nof dogs, cats, and monkeys. They can hunt their living in the woods, our\ndear little ones are helpless. Each little orphan has hundreds of good\nintelligent souls from heaven to guide it. Angels protect you a thousand\nfold as soon as you adopt a helpless child. Our Saviour said, \u2018Feed my\nsheep, if one little lamb is an outcast or lost on the rugged hillside,\nlet the other ninety and nine run quickly to save it.\u2019 Here we fly\nquickly to save a lost soul. It is Christlike and generous to adopt a\nlame or blind child. Love is all there is in life. Universal love and\neducation will make heaven on earth the same as it does in other stars.\nYou need more schools. Your churches and halls should be used for free\nschools, day and night, and only used for religious services Saturday\nand Sunday. All should have a chance to be highly educated. I would not\nhave been killed if the soldiers at that time had been highly educated;\nthey enjoyed killing me by inches with their cruel swords. I thought\ndeath would never come. Lovely, intelligent angels took me home to peace\nand happiness. I never have suffered since and never will, for now I\nlive in a land of immortal love and sunshine. I beg you earnestly to\nteach and preach love. All your parks should be used for kindergartens\nand rest. Let all children rest more, and study more, and swim more.\nGood night.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER III.\n\n              \u201cSome god hath cast me forth upon this land,\n              And O, what land? So thick is the sea mist.\u201d\n\n\nThe next morning Princess Kezia was up before sunrise. She dressed\nquickly so she would have time to pray all alone in the dear old temple\nbefore the others were up. On the way up the hill she accidentally met\nthe doctor going in the same direction.\n\n\u201cPrincess Kezia, I was just going to the temple to pray also.\u201d\n\n\u201cDoctor, how did you know I was going there?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can read your thoughts, Kezia. Could you guess what my prayer could\nbe?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, Doctor, I am sorry that I am unable to read your thoughts.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome, and I will tell you on the way. I was going to pray that you\nwould be my wife, all my very own, forever. Do you love me well enough\nto marry me within a month? I could not stand to have you leave me now.\nMy darling, I loved you the first time I ever saw your sweet face. Dear,\nyou are different from others, so fair and light. You are all love and\nsunshine. Most girls I know are dark and all alike, you are different.\nHave I the power to make you happy, dear? Will you marry me soon? I want\nto own you as quickly as possible. Answer me please?\u201d\n\n\u201cDoctor, I love you dearly. It is so strange I loved you too the first\ntime I ever saw you. I have been afraid some one would guess my secret.\nFor fear some one would read my very heart I was going to pack up and\nleave for my home in Southern Egypt. My poor old parents live in\nPibeseth, an old city of Bastel. My folks live a few miles from the city\non a dear, lovely little farm, all fenced in. My mother is small and\ndark, and was, when a girl, very beautiful. My mother was a beautiful\ndark Indian princess. My father was a tall, light complexioned, Egyptian\nking. I look like my father.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear, but you haven\u2019t given me my answer yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cDoctor, we will be married as soon as you say. So I will do all in my\npower to make you happy.\u201d\n\nAs they stepped inside of the church, he held her passionately to his\nheart. As they walked to the altar he kissed her a thousand times at\nleast. They both bowed their heads in silent prayer and gratitude for\nsuch perfect love and happiness. In looking up they saw Hope (Kezia\u2019s\nlovely angel), holding out her little white arms, blessing them.\n\n\u201cNow, dear Kezia, do you see why we brought you here? God has made you\nfor each other. You are both one. After death you will meet again never\nto be parted.\u201d\n\nThe Doctor took off a beautiful ring from his little finger and gave it\nto the Princess.\n\n\u201cSweetheart, this ring my mother gave me when I graduated at Delhi. You\nmay call it your engagement ring, if you will?\u201d\n\nHope kissed the ring and kissed her brow as the Doctor placed it on her\nfinger.\n\n\u201cO! what joy, what heaven, to be kissed by an angel like Hope; and to be\nalways loved by such a gentleman as the Doctor. Hope, dear, your sweet\nlips feel just like a real mortal. Why not?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am more real than you are. I am more alive than you are, as I am in\nperfect health and I am immortal. I ask you both to continue praying in\nthe temple for a few hours without any food. Tonight we want to take you\nto Rome, Paris, and Monte Carlo. If you don\u2019t eat much your soul can\ntravel at will after you are well developed. I will guide you on the way\nand teach your soul how much missionary work is yet to be done on earth.\nGood bye, dear children, you will see me again tonight. If you can\u2019t see\nme you will know that I am with you.\u201d\n\nAfter prayers the Doctor took Kezia home, and announced their engagement\nto his folks. They all received her with open arms as one of their very\nown.\n\n\u201cO, Kezia, I am so glad you are my very own sister now. I always wanted\na sister to boss, and do as I pleased with, and you just fill the bill.\u201d\n\nThat night all the household retired to rest peacefully. That night two\nhearts were overflowing with love and happiness.\n\nKezia took Sita in her arms and kissed her fondly. The two lovely girls\nwent to sleep with a new sweet smile on their pretty young faces.\n\nSoon Kezia\u2019s soul seemed to be free, floating away in space. We visited\nthe Pope of Rome first. He was on his knees talking to his saints in\nsweet love and harmony. We soon knew that he saw all of us\nclairvoyantly. Part of His Holy saints joined with us. We soon saw the\nbright lights of gay Paris below us. Down, down, we went into the very\nheart of the city. The first sounds that reached our ears were the\nprayers of the poor and broken hearted. We saw the old and young begging\nin the streets at midnight. They begged from those that were dressed in\nthe latest fashion. I never saw such lovely clothes, and so many bright\ncolors in the moonlight. Those clad in rags had more light in their\nsouls than the rich that would now and then toss them a copper, just to\nmake a display in the eyes of their mistresses. Many poor, cold, hungry,\nsuffering creatures had no beds to get a moment\u2019s rest on. Many were\nnever inside of a real home. The misery was awful! When we could not\nstand it any longer we went to Florence, Italy; there the suffering\nseemed about the same. Here we found great wealth and great poverty and\nsuffering. Wherever we find great wealth we found great poverty. Hope\nsaid our love for all souls prevents great poverty in other worlds. Our\ngreat schools of industry prevents poverty. We are taught to give the\nlaborer all he earns; each has all he can earn, all are paid in checks\nand no money is ever used.\n\nWe soon went to Monte Carlo. We saw many men and women gamble for money,\nas they smoked around the tables. We could see they were money mad. Many\nlost great fortunes that night; many won. We noticed one short, dark,\nlittle woman they called Lena, win every cent a light, tall blonde had;\nthey called him Alo Lamar. He offered her his hand and smiled. We could\nread his thoughts and knew the reason. She invited him to her room a few\nblocks away. He began to make love to her for her money only. She coaxed\nhim to write a short note to his mistress, Ada, telling her he had left\nher forever. Soon they were both sound asleep, drunk. As we watched\nthem, our souls could read their thoughts, which were awful. We could\nsee very little light around them; this proves their souls were\nundeveloped. The man called Alo Lamar soon awoke, staggered a moment,\nthen reached under the woman\u2019s pillow and took all her money and jewels,\nwent over to the table and took up the carving knife and killed her! He\ncovered her up, and with a cruel smile washed his hands and surveyed\nhimself in the glass. There were no stains of blood on his clothes. He\nsmiled, locked the door and went out into the darkness. We saw angels\nnear him recording every act he did; we also saw fiends grabbing Lena\u2019s\ndark soul and dragging her down, down! Alo Lamar walked back to the\nbanks of Monte Carlo. He began playing cards madly. He lost every cent\nhe had stolen from his wicked mistress. He reached over the table, took\nup a revolver and blew out his brains; blew his very soul into eternity,\nall because he lost money. We all felt the shock from the awful shot! We\nsaw his dark soul go down, down! His astral form was much smaller now.\nAgain we saw awful wicked fiends drag him down to Purgatory. His mind\nwas absolutely insane now, and would be for years to come. If any one\nshoots their minds away it ruins the soul. This is a scientific fact,\nthe Doctor said.\n\n\u201cPlease let\u2019s go home,\u201d I cried, \u201cI can\u2019t stand to see any more crimes.\u201d\n\nOur angels at once took us up, up, on electric spiral waves; up we went\ninto the pure fresh air, up into the lovely soft moonlight, away from\nall darkness and crime.\n\n\u201cO! how lovely to float in space like this. O! Hope, my sweet saint, can\nthe dear angels in Mars, Neptune, Venus, Saturn and Jupiter float in\nsuch wild ecstacy as we do?\u201d\n\nAt this question they all laughed, their merry voices of silver filled\nthe air.\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter, Doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cJust look back of you and see!\u201d\n\nI looked back, and saw two lovely angels, male and female, holding me up\nby a long, strong, silk sash that I had not noticed until now. They\nsmiled and said: \u201cWe have carried you all the way.\u201d\n\nIn all the higher planets they soon learn to float alone, as it takes\nsome people a long time to learn to swim, it takes some angels a long\ntime to learn to float. It was about dawn the next day when our angels\nleft us at our own home. I woke Sita up and told her all I had seen.\n\n\u201cKez, my darling, how strange! I had the very same sad experience.\u201d\n\nAfter Sita and I had combed each other\u2019s hair we went down to breakfast.\nWhat a lovely sight met our eyes! The table was loaded with lovely fruit\nand beautiful flowers. A beautiful venetian gold filigree vase of lovely\ndark red roses was placed in front of the Doctor, and he took one of the\nperfect red buds and pinned it in my hair.\n\n\u201cThis beautiful morning is the dawning of a perfect love for us, dear.\nAfter breakfast we will go for a long walk.\u201d\n\nWe had many kinds of fruit and nuts, and instead of grape juice, we\ndrank a cup of warm new milk. We saw the boy milk the cow at our door\nsteps as we began to eat breakfast; we knew the milk was pure.\n\nEverything tasted delicious. The longing for bread, cake and meat had\ngradually left me. I had to give up my old habits of eating candy and\nhot bread in order to see clairvoyantly.\n\nDoctor and I were soon walking alone in the mountains together, talking\nover our future life.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER IV.\n\n\n\u201cKezia, my darling, we will sit here under this old juniper tree.\nDearest, I want to tell of my experience last night. My soul left the\nbody and traveled away; far away, down into darkness. I was taken to the\nunderworld in the very depths of Purgatory. Darling Kezia, there is no\neverlasting Hell, but this place was about the same. I talked with a\nlost soul, his name was Alo Lamar. I read the electric aura around his\nhead, and saw he had just killed a wicked, low, heartless, negro woman,\ncalled Lena Williams. Alo left his sick wife, Odal Lamar, in Rome,\nstarving; later he became a robber and bought and sold pure young girls,\nsome of their names I could read in his aura\u2014his aura was black. Lena\nand Alo Lamar had sold a poor girl called Minnie. Others named Ada,\nBertha, Fannie, Maud, and two named Georgia and Josephine, both were\ninsane now.\u201d\n\n\u201cO! Persus darling, I dreamed I saw him kill Lena and then himself at\nMonte Carlo. My vision was awful!\u201d\n\n\u201cKezia, my poor little dove, your words prove all I saw was a fact. I\nsaw him judged by the severe courts of the underworld. The Priest who\nread his sentence wore long black sombre robes. This priest spoke in a\nsubdued, but deep, cold, stern undertone, his word was law there.\n\n\u201c\u2018Alo Lamar, you and this low, Lena Williams, will be insane here for\nover one hundred years. Every day will seem a thousand years. After the\ntime expires you may both work your way out of here by degrees! No soul\nshall ever be permitted to love or help you two fiends in any way;\nduring this time neither you or that wicked woman shall ever see one ray\nof light. Come, black insane fiends, and obsess these cruel souls for\none hundred years and more! Dark spirits take these two low fools! Cast\nthem down into prison; bind them down with thorns and snakes!\u2019 I saw\nLena and Alo Lamar severely punished for selling the souls of sweet,\npure young girls.\n\n            \u201cO, woman! woman! when to ill thy mind is bent,\n             All hell contains no fouler fiend.\u201d\n\n\u201cAlo Lamar and Lena had ruined the happiness of good women for years.\nWhy shouldn\u2019t they suffer all they caused others to suffer? Kezia\ndearest, it is only justice! They must reap as they have sown. Kezia, my\nlove, forgive me. You are pale and trembling like a leaf. We will talk\nof our wedding day, then you will be happy again.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy darling Persus, next Sunday we will be married.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sweet Kezia, will you wear my mother\u2019s wedding veil? My mother asked\nme if you would honor her by wearing it. Will you, sweetheart?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy own darling Persus, I would love to wear it.\u201d\n\n\u201cLove, soon as we are married, we will work together for good, dear\nKezia, my pet, we are so happy together now, that we will devote all our\nlives in making others happy. We will prove our gratitude to God, by\nworking for Him. I love Him for He has joined our hearts together in\nperfect love and immortal happiness! It is a pleasure to serve Him with\nyou by my side. May God help us to love others more; the world craves\nit. Above all things we need now is universal love. Sincere brotherly\nlove.\n\n\n               \u201cThe soul that loves, forever sings,\n               And feels as light as though it had wings;\n               The heart that trusts, forever prays,\n               A well of peace within it springs.\n                 Come good or ill,\n               Whatever today, tomorrow brings,\n                 It is His will.\n\n\u201cKezia, my own darling, promise me that you will be brave, if we are\never parted, will you little sweetheart?\u201d We Indians are taught from\nchildhood never to fear death. \u2018Death is better than one\u2019s birth. If we\nare true, good, sincere Catholics.\u2019 Remember, pet, our love will live\nbeyond the grave. Love is life. \u2018God is love.\u2019 Love is all there is in\nlife, little girl.\u201d\n\n\u201cPersus, darling, how lovely and perfect the world is to us. If we\nshould be parted now, it would kill me. Doctor, I love you fondly. I\nworship you madly.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy own Kezia, little sweetheart, I love you more than you do me; I will\nalways adore you with all my heart and soul. Long before I saw you, I\noften dreamed you were my wife, my only love, some times we were picking\nbeautiful flowers on the hillside; sometimes I would see you in a lovely\nhome playing with my children. My only love, will all those dear dreams\never come true? Pet, I know in Heaven these dreams will all come true,\nif our prayers are not answered here, God will answer them just over\nthere. My little dove, I will love you through all eternity. I worship\nyou, Kezia! My life, my love, my one idol! My only happiness.\nSweetheart, I wish every one was as rich and happy as we are now, dear.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                               CHAPTER V.\n\n           \u201cThe king then asked, as yet the camp he viewed,\n           What prince is that, with giant strength endued;\n           Whose brawny shoulders, and whose swelling chest,\n           And lofty stature, far exceed the rest.\u201d\n\n\nThe king of Rajpootana, was a tall, broad shouldered, ugly Indian. He\nwas black as night, and had heavy, short, straight, black hair; his eyes\nwere black and piercing. Any one would fear him as soon as they looked\ninto those wicked, fiery eyes. He had eyes of a demon, his face was\nlarge, broad and brutal. He seemed to be a great, strong, powerful\nanimal without a soul. This wicked king owned a great palace in the\nnorthern part of the Araville mountains. He ruled over a large tribe of\nfighting Indians, who did just as their king commanded. One of his\nfavorite spies told him of a rich prince who owned a large gold mine,\nthe richest he ever saw. The king was wild with delight and gave his spy\na new sword, and many lovely jewels. King Pootana soon armed his tribe,\nthen moved south to capture this rich mine. The king accumulated all his\nwealth by stealing from other kings. The drums were beating weirdly, as\nthe dusky tribe moved stealthily down the mountain side, hiding safely\nnow and then in the deep, thick, dark, dense forest which was the home\nof many kinds of poisonous reptiles. The wicked spy led his king\u2019s tribe\nsafely up the hillside until they came in sight of the old dome on the\ntemple, then they crawled on their hands and knees for miles for fear of\nbeing detected. They crawled safely among the trees up to Lytton\nSprings. Here they rested awhile in the forest.\n\nHigher up in the mountains a Hindoo ceremony was being performed by\nTerah, the high priest. Two young priests who graduated at Delhi the\nsame time the Doctor did, assisted in the ceremony. One had a temple at\nEllora, the other at Loodiana, two large cities in India. The old temple\nwas decorated with gorgeous tropical flowers. The altar was one massive\nbank of red and white roses. The bride and her maids carried large\nbouquets of lillies of the valley. Kezia wore long white silk robes, the\nsash embroidered with lillies of the valley. She wore Princess Mara\u2019s\nwedding veil, also a long string of large pink pearls that Prince Cresto\ngave her at the ceremony. A slave carried a large casket of precious\njewels for the bride. The guests were all of high caste. All were merry,\ncongratulating the bride and kissing her. The gentlemen were throwing\nlovely buds and flowers at the happy couple. The high priest, Terah, is\ntelling of his secret marriage when he was a young priest in\nNizagapatum, a lovely city on the Bay of Bengal:\n\n\u201cMy dear old high priest saw in a vision that Sizuna was my soul mate,\nthat God had made us for each other. This ancient seer told me I would\nfind her in the province of Bengal, a mile south of the capital of\nCalcutta. He described her, told me her name, age and all about her\npeople. I went to the place and found it just as he foretold. All was\njust as he prophesied. Our King opposed the wedding, so we were married\nsecretly. We went to a small isle at the mouth of the Ganges. There were\nfour lovely little islands here. I took charge of a temple on the one\ncalled Sundeep; the names of the other three were Hattiah, Dakhin, and\nShaboz. I was the happiest priest in the world. We loved and served the\npeople day and night, never growing tired in doing good. We gave all our\nwealth to the poor in Calcutta and to our temple. She named our dear old\ntemple, \u2018The Temple of the Soul.\u2019 And it was in every sense of the word.\nYou, my dear children, could not believe the wonderful things that\nhappened there in our circle. In that lovely temple we had three large\ngolden symbols inlaid in our marble altar\u2014the cross, triangle and\ncircle; the circle representing God, the Universal Soul. India is the\nbirthplace of all religions\u2014the Eden\u2014the conjugal circle of soul. The\nsoul is everything to a true Hindoo. Some priests in India almost starve\nin order to develope the soul.\n\n\u201cOne dark night Sizuna and I were praying in our lovely little home near\nthe temple, which was surrounded on all sides with grapes, fruit, lovely\nbirds and flowers, and was near the temple, when at midnight we heard an\nawful cry in the darkness, \u2018The waters! The waters!\u2019 A great cyclone\narose and rolled the sea over those four lovely isles, and a population\nof 340,000 to 350,000 people were drowned, only those being saved who\nhad climbed to the tops of the highest trees. Did you ever hear of such\nan awful cyclone? I pray God you may never see what we saw that awful\nblack night of sorrow. For hours I held Sizuna on the housetop. I kissed\nher cold, pale lips and soon saw she was dead. Cold and fear had killed\nher while she lay in my arms. I gave up, broken hearted, and sank in the\nwaters. When I came to the top again, two tall, lovely angels with light\naround their beautiful heads held me firmly out of the waters. They\nfloated me gently and lovingly to a tall tree. There I clung until the\nwaters receded into the sea. Every day since that sad night my twin\nsoul, Sizuna has been with me. I see her and hear her talk the same as\nshe did before the flood. I have always been true to this one sweet\nsoul\u2014my only love\u2014I never can love another.\u201d\n\nAfter the sad story Prince Cresto and Princess Mara moved slowly up the\nisle and shook hands and shed tears of sympathy over his sad fate. Terah\nasked them to dry their eyes and be happy, for he could see his bride\nwith them now just as lovely, young and happy as our beautiful Kezia was\nthis moment. The Prince and stately Mara moved down to the door, and all\nthe guests started for home, where a great feast was all ready for them.\nPrince Cresto saw a tribe of enemies below. He closed the massive doors\nand kept the great crowd inside.\n\n\u201cMy poor brothers and sisters, keep close to me as you can, for a wicked\ntribe is here to kill us. I have a secret gold mine near here that in\nsome unknown way they have discovered. That casket of jewels with the\nothers we all have in our possession, will hire us a ship at Mandavee.\nRich Jews own many big ships there and will do anything for money. I\nwill direct you to a secret door in the rear where we all can escape.\u201d\n\nThey all followed the prince to the door. The Doctor dashed away from\nhis folks to save the poor patients. Kezia ran after him, crying,\nsaying, \u201cI will die with you! I would rather die than ever be parted\nfrom you.\u201d\n\nPootana\u2019s spy saw him and drew his bright new sword on the Doctor. The\nDoctor quickly caught his wrist and broke his arm in the struggle. Then\nran the blade through the wicked black heart of the Indian.\n\n\u201cCome quickly, Kezia dear, we must get to the Springs at once. Darling\nchild, why didn\u2019t you fly with father and mother, where you would be\nsafe from all danger? My wife, my love, forgive me for not going with\nyou while I could escape. I see it is wicked King Pootana and his fierce\ntribe, who worship the goddess Kali, otherwise known as Devi or Durga,\nthe Hindu goddess of destruction, and consort of Siva.\u201d\n\nPersus took the spy\u2019s new sword and ran to the head of the army, he and\nhis men killing one-third of the enemy\u2019s men. Devi whispered to Pootana\nto kill Persus and steal Kezia. King Pootana saw the lovely bride in the\ndistance and sent his men to capture her. She was caught and carried to\ntheir king, fainting as they took her. Persus fought like mad. Pootana\u2019s\nmen outnumbered his ten to one. Pootana took lovely Kezia for his own\nbride. This cruel, ugly, black Indian held the fair Egyptian bride in\nhis arms, then told Persus he had won a sweet, handsome, white bride as\nwell as his father\u2019s gold. Persus was permitted to kiss Kezia good-bye.\nAs the young husband held his bride in his arms, he quickly reached for\nhis dagger\u2014he always carried one,\u2014and plunged it in Kezia\u2019s soft white\nbreast. She fell forward and died in her husband\u2019s arms without a\npain\u2014there was a wonderful poison on the dagger that killed instantly.\nDoctor Persus had discovered this strange poison in a flower of the\nforest. The king reached for the dagger\u2014not knowing it was poisoned\u2014and\nthe Doctor thrust it through his heart, the black king died at his feet.\nThe revengeful black god Siva and his Hindu goddess Kali now influenced\nthe minds of the rest of the king\u2019s tribe to take the Doctor prisoner.\nThe men obeyed Siva, also carried all the gold and jewels they could\nfind in his home away. Later the tribe marched with Persus to Mandavee.\nThe men gave the Prince of Mandavee part of the gold and jewels to put\nour poor Doctor in a narrow cell half filled with dirty water from the\nArabian sea,\u2014this was against the laws of India, all men had a right to\nprotect their family and property. Our poor, good, innocent Doctor was\ntaken a prisoner on his own land trying to protect his wife. Our forlorn\nDoctor was cold, ill and hungry; slaves would abuse him shamefully when\nhe would ask for food and water. Later Terah, the priest, came to the\nprison; he had walked all the way disguised as a slave. They cast him in\nthe same cell, or little dungeon, and then told the poor Hindu to starve\nto death with his master, not knowing he was a priest of high caste.\nTerah took from his breast a bag of dates and nuts and bottle of wine.\nPersus ate and drank a little, and handed it back to the dear, kind\npriest.\n\n\u201cPersus, child, my guardian angel showed me clairvoyantly I would soon\nbe with my twin-soul. I will tell you the vision as I, an old man, saw\nit. As I lingered a moment by the altar of roses, I saw my own long lost\nbride in all her pure white robes, her lovely flowers and long white\nlace veil, standing by my side, with her beautiful pink and white arms\nfull of pure fragrant lillies. My bride pictured me on a bier near the\naltar. She scattered all her sweet flowers on my shrouded, then held up\na wonderful jeweled crown over a pure gold cross; then again showed me\nclairvoyantly, a big sheet of black samite on which was written in white\nletters showing plainly on the black, \u2018Go quickly to Mandavee!\u2019 The\nletters vanished, then I saw, on the black sheet, yourself, on the right\nhand of you I saw your Kezia in her bridal robes beckoning me to come to\nyou. I saw my own wife put her arms around your bride and smile. I knew\nat once they were together on the astral plane. Doctor, did she die\npeacefully?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear father, I killed her without a pain. The Bloody Black King\ntook her for his own. I implored to just let me kiss her good bye. To my\nsurprise he did. I killed them both rather than see her live a life of\nshame and constant misery. I could not live and know that she would be\nhis slave, then in her old age be killed by inches.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou did right to kill them both; for God made man to protect woman, if\nit is just\u2014in your case it was, it was just!\n\n\u201cPersus, my child, I came here eagerly to save your life. In three days\nI will die, for it is my time to go. I heard a voice tell me so. They\ntold me the same again and again. I know it is true. As soon as I am\ndead your band will put you in a deep trance. They will think we are\nboth dead and put us in one big bag, then throw us together into the\nArabian sea. You may have my cross and gold. Your angels will take you\nout of this trance while in the sea; an old fisherman by the seashore\nwill take you to his home, if you make the sign of the cross; then press\nhis hand three times, firmly.\u201d\n\nThe Doctor waited three days and every hour was heaven to them both;\nthey learned so much together. Our dear old seer died just the hour he\nsaid he would. Persus got his money, dagger and clothes. Then a little\nlater he heard footsteps in the hall and at the same time felt himself\nsinking into a trance. He found the old fisherman by the seashore Persus\nwent home with him. Many weary days he spent with the good old seaman\nrecovering from the sickness of the dungeon. Then he went back to the\nnoble Prince of Mandavee and proved his innocence. The good prince of\nMandavee took his tribe up the hills of Araville. Persus recaptured his\nfather\u2019s rich mineral possession and gave the prince half of all he had.\nThe Doctor became a famous author, and died a priest in the very temple\nwhere he was married. Many hundred years have passed and still his books\nare read all over the world. The story of Persus has taught the world\nthat many innocent souls have been cast into prison for the sake of\ntheir money, then shamefully abused. It is a terrible, cowardly crime to\nabuse a person deprived of their liberty. If we wrong or abuse others,\nGod will punish us severely later. How beautiful it is to treat humanity\nlovingly and tenderly at all times. Prince Cresto, with his wife and\ndaughter, met the remainder of his own tribe that escaped from Lytton\nSprings. The Black King had killed most of Prince Cresto\u2019s men. After\nexperiencing great difficulties we managed to get to Mandavee, then\nhired a big ship and set out to sea. That night the ship sailed\nslowly\u2014sailed away from all that was dear to them. They left sunny old\nIndia with broken hearts. Their lives would never be safe there after\nthey discovered the gold mine. Big fish eat up the little ones on the\nhills of India; one king robs the other. There is no such thing as the\nequality of man there. After a long voyage they rested a few months at\nthe Philippines. They formed classes and taught their religion. Most of\nthe natives believed the same as they did. Later they bought the old\nship from the cold-hearted Jew. One man owned as much of the boat as the\nother did; they were all one family and shared alike. Poor Princess Mara\nand Sita had charge of the casket, and all the valuable jewels, only\nhalf of the jewels had been sold. They left the Jew and his crew on the\nisland and set sail again. The old ship seemed like home then for it was\ntheir very own. In a few weeks they came to a narrow neck of land,\u2014that\nwhich joins the two Americas,\u2014which was pierced by a narrow strait of\nwater. The two massive rocks that towered above them on either side as\nthey passed through made them feel how infinite God was and how finite\nman. Scarcely had they passed through safely when a sound deafened them;\na noise like a peal of thunder rent the air. The ship trembled like an\naspen leaf from prow to stern. They looked back. The mighty rocks had\nclashed together and filled the strait of water with rocks and gravel.\nThey bowed their heads and thanked God for His love and protection. They\nsailed on to the Gulf of Mexico and entered the harbor of New Orleans.\nIt was so low there, they left and sailed up the Mississippi river, then\nup the Escawtawpa. Here they sailed into a raft of logs; the old boat\nwas wrecked, every person sank in an awful storm, excepting two young\nslaves of the tribe. They have handed this story down from one tribe to\nanother\u2014from father to son to this day.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER VI.\n\n               \u201cAnd God will make divinely real\n               The highest forms of their ideal.\u201d\u2014Chapin.\n\n\nRuth was a lovely, tall, dark-eyed, Southern girl. Her family and most\nintimate friends called her Dolly. She had heavy, light brown, long,\ncurly hair, that hung below her waist in six perfect curls. Doll was\nvery slender and graceful, her mouth a perfect cupid\u2019s bow, her head\nwell poised, and small. Her most charming feature was her large,\nwonderful, soft brown eyes. Everyone loved those lovely eyes. The soul\nseemed to express her thoughts, and yearnings through those eyes. Ruth\nwas a lovely Christian and inherited her mother\u2019s sweet, cheerful, sunny\ndisposition. She also was an exquisite violinist, and could paint,\nsketch and cook. Our heroine is just sweet sixteen. Ruth is sitting by a\nbig window watching an awful southern storm rising from the Gulf of\nMexico. She and her young companion, Cathy de Bathe had been dear\nfriends and schoolmates. The girls were now visiting Ruth\u2019s grand\nparents in Mississippi. It had been raining for days in Escawtawpa,\u2014a\nsmall country town on the Escawtawpa river. The Indians and darkies\ncalled this strange river haunted; this is a fact too. Every night weird\nmusic came from the river bed. The ghostly musicians had chosen the\nlarge hollow reeds for their musical instruments. It sounded as if they\nwere practicing the scales on a golden, magical, flute. This weird music\nwould often end at sunrise in a low, sad funeral dirge. People came from\nall over the world and hired darkies to row them out at night to hear\nand investigate these strange magical sounds. The music became more\nweird and much louder about midnight. Ruth and Cathy often wondered if\nthe river was truly haunted.\n\nOne calm, beautiful night, while she was sleeping soundly, Ruth dreamed\nher soul was transported to another world. She dreamed this beautiful\nworld was Mars. It was a world of love and romance instead of war. The\ndream seemed real as life. At first she was surprised to find herself\ncarried as if by magic so quickly and safely through space to this\nlovely new world,\u2014it seemed like a lover\u2019s paradise. This strange new\nworld was the world of the soul. Ruth wondered how she came there. As\nshe looked around she saw a tall, dark, handsome young stranger, who\nspoke, smiled, and bowed to poor little surprised Ruth. He was very\ncourteous and gently told her that once, he was an ancient Indian\nprince. He said an old Indian living near her grandfather\u2019s home would\ntell her the same truth, and this would prove that all he said was true,\nand no dream at all. \u201cRemember, Ruth, many dreams are true and real\u2014soul\nfacts. A wicked Black King drove us away from India many years ago and\ncaptured my son with his lovely bride, and took all our wealth except a\nfew jewels. Mara was then my princess yet did not belong to me, and is\nnow happy with her twin soul. They are now wealthy and live in Neptune.\nWe made a mistake then, as many do now in marrying the person not\nintended for us. In India we taught the immortality of the soul. This\nwicked and powerful King Pootana did not believe in the Communion of\nSaints or would not permit it to be taught, if he could help it. We\ntaught one God, one love, one wife; he had many wives in those days. He\nkilled good priests. His soul now suffers in Purgatory, and will for\nsome time. My tribe and myself were drowned in a terrible storm on the\nriver Escawtawpa.\u201d\n\n\u201cO! Prince Cresto, an old negro we call Aunt Mary told grandma this same\nstory. She said it was all true, but we all laughed at her. Is it a real\nfact?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, child. I can remember the storm, and the rain pouring down on us,\nhow terrible it seems now. The old raft sank slowly down, down, to our\ndeath. On that very spot where our ship sank these magical reeds grew.\nIn love and immortal sympathy and pity they sway, they sing their sad\ndoleful hymns. These musical sounds are the sobs and groans of a great\ntribe mourning for their Prince and loved ones.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have often dreamed of you, Prince Cresto, and now I see you face to\nface. Are you truly alive?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I am a real live man; asking you if you would like to visit some\nof the scenes and wonderful sights in Mars, would you, Ruth?\u201d\n\n\u201cI would love to!\u201d\n\nCresto (they have no titles in Mars) sent a mental wireless message, and\nsoon a boy came with a lovely little airship called \u201cThe Golden\nButterfly.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh! how lovely! We are sailing far above the Martians,\u201d Ruth cried. The\nair was pure and bracing, the ride very exhilarating. They descended\nslowly\u2014for Ruth was afraid to descend; the lovely little airship\nalighted in a public park. Many little children were playing here. She\nsaw lovers strolling down the walks in perfect peace and happiness.\nThere were lovely beds of flowers everywhere. They soon came to a\nbeautiful blue lake. On this lake they saw pretty, tiny boats with large\nwhite swans, beautifully carved, in front. These little boats, at a\ndistance, looked like graceful, white swans; couples that row in these\nboats seemed to be lovers.\n\n\u201cO! Cresto, what perfect little love-boats!\u201d\n\n\u201cRuth, the couples in the boats are soul-mates, they have been married\nfor years, and will always be lovers.\u201d\n\nThe longer they had lived together the more devoted they seemed. Many\nwere swimming; all seemed very fond of the water. Cresto took her to the\nimmense bath house, hired suits; they went into the plunge first, then\nto the lake outside. No one called him Prince Cresto over there. No one\ncan take a title or any money to another planet. They are all brothers\nand sisters, all one big family, all humble and Christlike, yet they\nseem to have plenty to live on. They are very busy and happy; they all\nplay as much as they work, and study. Ruth could swim well and\ngracefully on earth, so it did not take her long to swim there.\n\n\u201cRuth, when we learn to swim or dance well on earth, we can do the same\non any planet. If we can learn to sing and become great musicians on\nearth we never forget it. We begin here just where we left off on earth.\nWe never go backward, but forward\u2014unless we are punished for some sin.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, I wish we could go and visit other places of amusement?\u201d\n\nThey walked on and on, each spot seemed a garden of Eden. They often saw\nlovely angels\u2014always two together.\n\n\u201cRuth, these couples are spirit mates. I suppose they look strange to\nyou, for they do not fight or get divorces here; they are contented and\nare industrious.\u201d\n\nRuth soon learned that they carried on their daily conversation by\nthought transference. They also talk the same as we do and sing the same\nas we do when together, when parted they use thought transference\u2014for\nhusbands go to work there and wives attend to the home as on earth.\n\n\u201cIf our loved ones visit another planet we can send them messages\nquickly, by thought transference. This can be done on earth or anywhere.\nRuth, thought transference is only reading another\u2019s thoughts and\nanswering mentally.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, what a wonderful fairyland Mars is! I hear beautiful music\neverywhere, everyone singing in perfect love and harmony, their sweet,\ndear voices are soft, tender and melodious. Oh, I am in a magic world of\nlove, music and beauty. Mars is a world of love and peace instead of\nwar.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe think too much of our lives and sweethearts to ever go to war. War\nis a sin. All trouble could be settled by arbitration on earth. We only\nfight to protect dying souls on your planet. This is a mental fight to\nprotect our loved ones from enemies. Ruth, my dear child, can you guess\nwho I am? After seeing all you have just seen?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, Cresto, I can not!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are only a child, but so highly educated you can understand, you\nare my other half, my twin-soul, my very own. I have watched over you\nand protected you since your birth. Darling, I would not have been\nparted from you so long, if I had not married poor Princess Mara for her\nwealth and caste. I have suffered a thousandfold for my ignorance,\nselfishness, and sin. It is a sin to marry without love. All true\nmarriages must be founded on love and honor. Love without honor and\nrespect is only misery. Ruth, my darling child, do you trust me now?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I do Cresto dear, I love you, for you seem to be the soul of\nhonor. You are my ideal of a gentleman. I never have had a lover in all\nmy life. I don\u2019t like the young men on earth. I do not know why.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are only a child and are too young yet.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, I long to give up my life to good, instead of accepting the\nattentions of admirers as other young women do. I don\u2019t care for\nsociety, it is only wasting my time away.\u201d\n\n\u201cPlease make me one promise, in answering this question, I know you will\nnot break your word. Which will you choose: Society and idleness, or\ndoing good and hard study? Please do not let me influence you, do as you\nplease. There is no sin in going into the social life if you do not\nwrong any one.\u201d\n\n\u201cI choose to do good. I long to develop my mind and help others.\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, if that is your choice, we will begin our good work now. My\ndarling doll if you will fast and pray for a few days I will take you to\nPurgatory. I only take you so you can prevent others from going there.\nJust so you can save lost souls. I take you only to show you how cruel,\nwicked, heartless, souls suffer. My dear, pray sincerely and try to fast\nuntil I see you again. There are no children in Purgatory, love. I will\nprotect you and keep you close to my side. Many saints will go with\nus,\u2014for it is not safe to go alone. Darling, if you see the underworld\nas it is, you will be better able to do good and prevent others from\ngoing there. First, my pet, promise to forgive me for taking your pure,\nsweet soul to such a place? O! you don\u2019t answer me? I will keep you here\nin Mars until you do, love.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I forgive, I want to go. It will be a wonderful new lesson for me\nto go. I can hardly wait for the time to come. Please take me now.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, dear, you must fast and pray first. I will get angels to protect\nus. I must make everything safe for our visit there. Please light all\nyour candles after I take you home. Pray, go into the silence; later I\nwill return for you.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER VII.\n\n                    \u201cThen star nor sun shall waken,\n                      Nor any change of light;\n                    Nor sound of waters shaken\n                      Nor any sound or sight.\n                    Nor wintry leaves or vernal\n                      Nor days nor things diurnal;\n                    Only the sleep eternal\n                      In an eternal night.\u201d\n\n\nRuth had fasted for three days. All she drank was a cup of warm milk\ntwice a day\u2014and drank this very slowly. The third night after saying her\nprayers she fell into a sound sleep. It was darkest midnight when\nCresto, with many of his friends, came to protect Ruth. All were dressed\nin disguise\u2014in long black robes. Ruth gradually felt her soul gently and\nsilently carried away in space to the underworld.\n\n\u201cCresto, dear, were you ever in this awful, dismal, dark, place before?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear, all souls from earth are taken here at death and judged. I\nwas here a few days until I was judged for every act I ever did. No soul\ncan escape this court. Darling girl, when you are taken here, I will\ncome with you. I beg you to live such a perfect Christian life that our\ndear judges will not keep you long. Some stay thousands of years in this\none place, others, only a few days. Christ descended and remained here\ntwo days Himself. He was perfect. The third day Our Lord ascended up to\nHeaven. He rose in great power and glory. Dear Ruth, if you follow in\nHis footsteps, you need not fear to go where He has been. Jesus has\nsurveyed the narrow road that leads to the gates of Heaven. He is the\none who will light the way for us. Here our Lord and His hosts of\nangels, judge the living and the dead. Christ and His own followers have\nbeen judged here, so that they may be just to the wicked. He obeys and\nkeeps all laws that He commands us to keep. This is Divine justice to\nall. Praise His Holy name. He is most Divine! We are one universal\nfamily and every soul is treated alike. We all get our reward here,\nwhether it is good or evil. Hades is surrounded on all sides by awful,\ngrim, ghastly, rivers of woe. Millions upon millions of firm, silent\nboatmen carry the dead here to be judged. They row you safely and\nsilently to the great wide gates of Sheol, these cold stone gates are\nbroad and high. Justice alone holds the keys. Souls at death cannot\nfly\u2014they gradually learn to later. Those living here are all\nearth-bound. Sin has weakened their souls to such an extent that they\ncannot fly, and have not life enough to try. Constant sin is slow death\nto the soul. Here life has death for a neighbor. The great gates of\nPurgatory are daily and nightly thronged with millions and millions of\nangel guests. Just as the earthly prison should be thronged to see that\njustice rules! It is our business to see that no innocent soul stays in\nprison on earth. No one should be cast into prison on circumstantial\nevidence; this is an awful crime. The prisons on earth should be as good\nand just as the ones are in Purgatory, but they are not. You can change\nthe laws and make them so in time if the people of earth all work hard.\nTo understand Heaven and Hades we must study the last two chapters in\nthe Bible. Read Revelations 22:15. Study all of Revelations.\u201d\n\nThey walked on deeper into the woods of lonely darkness. It was misty.\nThe angry dark gray clouds above them would not admit a ray of sunlight.\nWe saw great monsters among the cold gray rocks; in the wide crevices\nwere huge, long, green serpents, with mad, fiery red eyes. These snakes\nwere the companions of low men and women, of drunkards, gluttons, and\nformer prostitutes. Snakes and all ugly animals have ugly thoughts. They\nare on a low mental plane.\n\n\u201cRuth, dear, your sweet disposition, your constant prayers, have made\nyour face beautiful. Some of these poor, ill, low, ugly, fallen women\ntried to console themselves with ugly dogs and cats on earth. There were\nno babies, or children in Hades to pet, and as these poor, half clad,\nhalf starved women would try to pet these dogs, they would growl and\nsnarl and bite them. All animals were cross; there was no love or\nharmony there.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, why are these hungry dogs and snakes with these poor, sad, ugly\nmen and women?\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, like seeks like; love attracts love; enemies that hate each other\nmost, must live together. The wonderful power of gravitation draws them\ntogether. Look well, dear, and remember the result of hate. It is as\nstrong to attract as love is. All animals have souls and thoughts the\nsame as we have, only they are undeveloped. Men and women having the\nsame thoughts as animals and snakes are attracted to each other; here is\nanother lesson on the law of gravitation. It develops the soul more to\nadopt children instead of dogs or cats. The soul of a child is Divine.\nEvery one must live in the soul world or live in this underworld to\nsuffer with dangerous animals in Purgatory, until developed out of this\nstate. It takes intelligence, strength and energy to get out of\nPurgatory. Science proves this. You see, dear, how easy it is to get\nhere? How hard to get out?\u201d\n\nAs they went deeper and deeper into the lonely forest they saw a large,\nfilthy, dead sea covered over with green slime. The odor from this\nstagnant water made them all ill.\n\n\u201cThe only fish here is the ugly octopus. These poor, weary, tired men\nand women catch them and cook them on the rocks and eat them.\u201d\n\nThey did not see any fruit in the forest. These folks were too angry and\nlazy to cultivate the ground or make the most of their punishment. All\nthey wanted was revenge and an excuse to get out of work. They all\nseemed to be cowards and indolent. The awful rivers and lakes were green\nand slimy. The air was cold, misty and damp all the time. No stars or\nmoon mingled in the dark gray clouds above. There were no flowers or\nbirds or lovers here. The land was full of muddy green swamps. They saw\nthem bare-footed, walking in the mud up to their knees. Some took on\neach other\u2019s conditions; all looked mean, blue, cross and ugly; they\nwould fight, groan, swear and curse one another. We could not find any\nreal love there. It was all cruel hate. Angels often came down when they\nwere fighting to part them. Then some would cling to their robes and\nhold on like mad men. An electric shock from these high angels\u2019 minds\nwould throw them onto the ground again. O! the power of mind or soul!\nEvery time they would hurt or abuse another, they were forced to stay\nanother day in Purgatory. Men or women who had tortured or helped in any\nway to torture any prisoner or helpless child or insane person, or any\none in their power on earth, were tortured seven-fold there; their\ninnocent victims were permitted to come here and torture them. This is a\njust law and is followed out to the letter in the underworld. One cannot\nescape justice any more than they can escape life. We all live on and on\nwhether we go to Heaven or Hades.\n\n\u201cRuth, here is another proof that the wicked are punished just as the\nBible teaches. Here in this underworld the souls of the wicked groan and\nmoan and are tormented day and night. Here the awful blackness seemed\ntouched and blended with green and blue fire, the air was poisoned with\nawful furies. Ugly long, yellow and black, fiery-eyed, serpents are\neverywhere driving the inhabitants here and there, \u2018there was no rest\nfor the wicked.\u2019\u201d\n\nThe serpents were even climbing the trees. The trees all looked dead,\nold and withered. All the men and women seemed lost; not one could find\ntheir loved ones. All were parted! All lonely! Their only companions\nwere those they hated most. Many had been in this awful place for years\nand years. Many would stay years longer, because they had made slaves of\nlovely young girls. These poor, helpless girls had gone on to Heaven,\nand the men that ruined them were still suffering here. They suffered\nmore than their former victims ever did. Ruth was so glad to see these\nmen suffering. Young girls have a right to honor and sacred love and\nhomes. These men and women that once sold sweet, lovely young girls for\nmoney, prayed for death; but there is no death in Hades! It was awful to\nsee these souls live on and on to suffer and groan from remorse of\nconscience. There would be no justice without this great mighty\nunderworld court, or Purgatory. The sins and crimes of darkness, of all\nthe universe, are concentrated here. This is a terrible and dismal\nregion of darkness, misery, despair and sorrow! Hades is a place in\nspace down in the opposite direction from Heaven. It is God\u2019s mighty\nCourt of Justice. There is no money or bail given there. You cannot\nbribe the Judge or jury. Their souls are laid bare! Their hearts and\nvery thoughts are judged. All their past acts are recorded. Justice\nreigns supreme. Every act and thought is pictured in space. Every sound\nascends and is recorded by our angels. Science is a perfect\nphotographer. All acts and thoughts are retained on the lens of the\nmind.\n\n\u201cCresto, is that why these men and women seem so insane?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear, their minds are all darkness from sin and ignorance.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, please take me home out into the fresh air, I cannot stand\ntheir awful looks and misery.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome, we will go at once. I should have taken you back sooner.\u201d\n\n\u201cO! what happiness to fly from darkest Purgatory, out into God\u2019s lovely\nstar light. To soar like a free bird in the sweet, pure fresh air. What\na contrast from that awful place!\u201d\n\n\u201cRuth, are you not glad you have chosen missionary work instead of\nidleness?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear, from now on I shall be perfectly happy in doing good. I must\ncommence my work at once. Now is the time. How lovely it is to float\nlike this among the stars. Away in space! To float like a bird among the\nstars and clouds is perfect ecstacy! Each star looks like big, bright\ndouble balls of light; one was blue, one was white. Cresto, this is a\nheavenly sight!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy darling, I will hold you closer to my heart and fly on and on with\nyou just to please you. My greatest happiness is in seeing you happy.\nAll you need to do is to put your lovely head on my breast, and take\nlong, deep breaths.\u201d\n\n\u201cDarling, how grateful I am to you, Cresto, dear, to be able to float as\nthe angels do with you, just for tonight. O! this lovely, perfect night.\nCresto, I love you!\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                             CHAPTER VIII.\n\n           \u201cAll night she dreamed and wondered with the light\n           Her lover came\u2014and then she understood\n           The purpose of her being. Life was good,\n           And all the world seemed bright\n           And nothing was, but right.\u201d\n\n                                         \u2014Ella Wheeler Wilcox.\n\n\nThe next morning, early at dawn, she saw this Indian prince\nclairvoyantly. At first she could not believe her eyes! She thought the\ntrip to Mars and Purgatory only a dream.\n\n\u201cCresto, are you a true, living soul? Was my awful dream last night all\ntrue?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, poor child, your dream was all more than true. Our souls often\ntravel together. It is a fact that our souls can travel, while our\nbodies sleep. Love, there is no limit to the soul\u2019s flight. Our souls\nare made in the image of God. Doll, long ago I was once a real, live\nIndian prince. I came from another star to watch over you and protect\nyou, dear. Dreams are often true. I have given you many facts in dreams.\nI will also develop you to a higher degree clairvoyantly. You hear me\nnow, love, clairaudiently. True visions from the other world will often\nbe revealed to you. Ruth, please remember all that I reveal to you in\nvisions, dreams, or strong impressions will be real facts,\u2014soul facts. I\ndevelop you to help you make poor, sorrowing humanity happy and teach\nyou to help others to higher planes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, why do you spend so much time with me?\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, I will always be with you. I am your twin-soul\u2014your soul-mate. I\nam your other half. Darling child, without you there is no life or\nhappiness. You are all my very own, my twin-soul. God has made us one. I\nlove you with all my heart and life! I will often take your soul away in\nvision to visit and enjoy other planets. Souls from other stars will\ncome to teach you and reveal beautiful facts to you. We will help you to\nkeep busy, happy and content, dove. Ruth all things are dual\u2014all souls\ndual. My darling, do you love me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, dear, I love you. I do not know why this new love is so strange to\nme, so different from anything I ever heard of or thought of. Cresto, am\nI the first mortal ever loved by a spirit? Is this a real fact or am I\nstill dreaming? Please, dear, tell me?\u201d\n\n\u201cRuth, do you hear me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I do?\u201d\n\n\u201cAre you sure?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am positive, Cresto.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow, do you see me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I see you.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy own darling little angel, kiss me.\u201d\n\nRuth felt his warm kisses on her lovely red lips.\n\n\u201cNow, dear, if you hear me, and see me, and feel my kisses, don\u2019t you\nknow that I live?\u201d\n\n\u201cI know now that it is true!\u201d\n\n\u201cDoll, you are all my very own. You are the complement of my self-love.\nDearest, there is no individual spirit, male or female, exists without\nits one eternal complement. The law of attraction will sooner or later\nbring them together. Our souls have always been brought together.\nAccording to science we were once two tiny flames of light. You were a\ndim, tiny, soft, white light. I was the stronger and brighter one. We\ncould not be parted then. Your soul was then effeminate, my own always\nmasculine. Dearest child, you will always be a lady, I a gentleman\u2014man\nthrough eternity. We had no bodies then, we were all soul, dear. Just\ntwo little lights, imprisoned with a tiny globe of light, floating in a\ncircle near the lovely, bright Pleiades. So the dear angels could watch\nover us and protect our souls. They have protected us ever since and\nalways will, dear. Some day, darling, we will protect others. There is\nlots of work to do in our Master\u2019s vineyard. We will love to work\ntogether; all angels do. In Heaven and all other stars where true\nsoul-mates are united in holy marriage, they are called angels. In Mars\nwe almost always see the two together. Sweetheart, our souls were living\nand shining in space together for centuries. All others are the same.\nGod loves us more than we love Him. Our souls are very dear and can\nnever, never be lost\u2014that is an impossibility. We are one with Our\nFather in Heaven. Love, He has made us one for our immortal happiness.\nOur souls crave and constantly pray for eternal loving companionship.\nYou are mine, for you and I, dear, were in embryo in a globe of light,\nblended in harmony, and kept together by magnetism for our own\nprotection; until the angels were sure our souls were perfect and would\nbe immortal. Our immortality is very expensive, let us prize it and be\ngrateful, prayerful and always happy. After our souls become very\nsensitive, strong, and highly magnetized, we are carried to earth and\nbecome human for the first time. All the rest of the time, our souls\nhave been taking on immortality, and gradually growing. God created us,\nthen magnetized us, in the beginning so we could find each other, and be\nunited now. I have found you again, love, by the law of attraction.\nDear, I will explain more clearly that angels send these sacred little\ntwin-souls encased in globes of light to your earth by electricity on\nwaves of ether through the heavens, down, down, safely to earth to live\nin mortal forms in order that we may obtain experience and knowledge.\nYou are my immortal wife, my only love from this day on. Your dear\nguardian angel left you in America and me in India. Dear, angels sent\nthe stork from door to door with you; mothers were all too busy to keep\nyou long, they did not know your value. Your mother longed and prayed\nfor a child just like you. She has loved you and kept you close to her\nloving heart for sixteen years. Dear, I can see a light around your\nsweet, pretty head. Our minds or souls are still light. If mortals could\nonly see the light. Many can see it clairvoyantly. Good night.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER IX.\n\n\nA year has passed away. Ruth has not heard from Cresto, or even dreamed\nof him. All this time she has been doing all the good she could with her\npen and dear old violin. Cathy de Bathe had gone to California to study\nmusic. Aunt Mary had just brought Ruth a letter from Cathy.\n\n\u201cHere, honey, is a fat letter from youah sweetheart, Miss Ruth.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, Aunt Mary.\u201d\n\n\n\u201cMy Own Darling Ruth:\n\nI was so glad to get your last letter. I am very sorry you do not have\nany more visions. I do. I keep it a secret, for my husband and his folks\nare all Adventists and do not believe as you and I do.\n\nForgive me, dear, for not telling you of my marriage before. I married\nfor love and money; all California girls do. We are not so sweet and\ngood as you are. My young husband is tall and handsome, with brown eyes,\nlight curly hair, and weighs over two hundred pounds. You see, my dear,\nhe is a dainty little California boy. His name is Addison MacRay.\nAddison gave me a lovely, modern bungalow. We have a smooth, velvety\nlawn in front. A great variety of hanging ferns on our large stone front\nporch; around this porch are many kinds of lovely roses, violets, ferns\nand other plants. There are two broad stone steps; on either side of the\nsteps are massive square pillars on each of which is a drooping tropical\nplant. There is a great, large oak door, with four pretty, small\nwindows. We have a long living room, with a sturdy old mission\nfireplace. Addison bought beautiful furniture for every room. There is a\nlarge dining room, and a cute little breakfast room. Our room is a\ndream\u2014all in blue and white. Off from our little breakfast room is a\nlarge, sunny aviary filled with canary birds that sing all day long. My\nhusband bought the birds in Paris. We have fruit, flowers and vegetables\ngrowing the year round back of our home. We gather fruit and flowers\nevery day. We have imported chickens, doves and horses. We drive in the\ncountry every day. Please come and visit us for a few months. I want you\nto enjoy our new home. Ruth, come and see it for yourself, I haven\u2019t\ntime to tell you how beautiful it is. My dear, I have a few friends that\ncome to our home twice a week, just to investigate the immortality of\nthe soul. The name of our class is \u2018The Divinity Club.\u2019 I have two new\nangels in my band, Asa and Ione. Asa said he used to weigh two hundred\npounds; now he only weighs seventy-five pounds. Now he and Ione have a\nlovely home in Mars. His twin-soul, Ione, is sweet and just as pretty\nand young as you are, Dolly dear. They both worship each other and look\nalike; only Asa is much taller. Ione told me a man on Mars would be\neighty-three times stronger than a man on earth. And she said there was\nplenty of water from the wonderful canals to supply every one. The red\nplanet, Mars, is very interesting to me. Do you know much about it?\nPlease tell me all you know about it, will you, dear?\n\n\n                                        Lovingly,\n\n                                             CATHY MACRAY.\n\nP. S.\u2014Please write soon, love.\u201d\n\n\nAddison and Cathy MacRay were the happiest couple in California, they\nwere going to visit friends on Catalina Island.\n\n\u201cDarling Addison, I hate to leave our new bungalow even to visit our\nbest friends.\u201d\n\nAt San Pedro they found passageway on the boat Cabrillo. The water was\ncalm and brilliantly blue. They enjoyed watching the silvery flying fish\non the way. Their friends were at the pier to meet them, Artemus Dawson,\nthe inventor, Lemanuel Schwarze, Flora Thurston and her daughter and son\nwere in the party, Ana Marie Thurston was pretty, lively and full of\nfun. Mr. Dawson drove slowly up the steep hill to his quaint little\nhome. All were tired and retired early. All of the guests were up early\nthe next morning and ready to view the submarine gardens. Mr. Dawson\nowned a wonderful glass bottom boat\u2014his own invention. Artemus used\nelectricity as motive power. By touching a key the boat shot forward\nthrough the foam, producing strains of music.\n\nThey looked down through the glass and saw every variety of fish\u2014even\ngold fish. It was a fairyland of beauty, and we wondered if these fish\nhad intelligence. These gardens are wonderful. They enjoyed their beds\nof stone and lovely green, lacy blankets of soft, fluffy moss. Long,\nhanging ferns grew from their castles of rock. God has made a beautiful\nworld for the fish to live in. The fish enjoy their wonderful homes.\nThey obey the laws of Nature, hence they still live in the garden of\nEden. The ugly fish were not jealous of the beautiful gold fish. They\nseemed to enjoy each other\u2019s society and live in harmony. How could they\nfight in such beautiful gardens? They enjoyed viewing these lovely\ngardens of the sea until nearly sun down. By the time they reached home\nthey were all tired out.\n\nAna Marie Thurston was a sweet, cheerful little blonde. She resembled\nher father, who was killed for the money he possessed when she was a\nsmall child. Albert Thurston was a psychic before he was killed. Ana\nMarie had a beautiful sister, who died in New Orleans at the age of\nfourteen. Eva Thurston was dark, tall and beautiful. Eva and her father\ndeveloped Ana Marie until she was a wonderful psychic. Mrs. Thurston and\nAna Marie were broken hearted when Eva died.\n\nHer friends began to plead with little Ana Marie to go into a trance, or\nsee clairvoyantly for them. \u201cMy father and Eva tell me I can go into a\ntrance and then I must retire.\u201d\n\nAll wrote down everything she said. Ana Marie was controlled by her\nsweet, pretty sister Eva. \u201cI am Eva, and my little sister will not\nremember a word I say, so please tell her all I say?\u201d\n\n\u201cEva, dear, we will write every word and show her the notes.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you. Please tell my little sister that my father and I love her\nand mamma more than ever. My father and I live in Mars now. I died a\ntrue Catholic. The first angel I saw was my father and his sweet\ncompanion. Mamma in a few years you and sister will get married and be\nhappy. Mamma, please don\u2019t cry so; it hurts us and ruins your own\nhealth. We are with you the same as ever, and are not dead at all.\n\n\u201cMr. Dawson, your mother, Mary Dawson, is here and sends you all her\nlove.\n\n\u201cMrs. Schwarze, your son George is here. He says he is in a fine school\nat Lastriste, a large city in Mars. He loves his school and companions.\n\n\u201cDear Cathy, I see many angels, with bright lights, around you and your\nhusband. Eno, Cresto, Daisy, Asa and Ione are here. Daisy is a lovely\nblonde, with very large blue eyes; she has charge of many circles in\nCalifornia. Daisy is bright and cheerful, and does a great deal of good\nin the world. She lives with her grandparents in a lovely home in Mars.\nThis home is a wonderful mansion, all stone, and furnished elegantly.\nShe is a wonderful little artist. Her home is filled with beautiful\npaintings that she has produced by herself. She inspires many slightly\ntalented people on earth to paint wonderfully. Daisy used to visit Cathy\noften. Once she gave Cathy a lovely pearl ring. Cathy saw this lovely\nring, clairvoyantly.\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not know how to thank you for that beautiful ring, now, Daisy\ndear, please keep it for me until I go over there.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will, dear Cathy. Cresto wants to talk to you now.\u201d\n\n\u201cCathy, it will pay you to go home in a month. Pack your trunk again and\nvisit your friend, Ruth. In a few months she will be killed by fear or\nlightning, in a terrible storm. The child needs you there, later you\nwill need her; then she and I will come back and protect and help you.\nCan she go, Addison?\u201d\n\n\u201cShe may go as soon as we get home. I must go and look after my mines,\nanyway.\u201d\n\n\u201cAddison, you will find a rich gold mine, one mile east of the one you\nown now. Keep that mine all for your own. I give that to you for your\nkindness to Ruth.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, Cresto, I thank you with all my heart! I promise to go to Ruth as\nsoon as you want me to.\u201d\n\n\u201cEnjoy your visit here first.\u201d\n\nAs Daisy loved painting, Ione loved poetry. The poetess began in stately\nverse,\n\n          \u201cI have fed upon manna from heaven above;\n          Have tasted the fruit of a wonderful love;\n          I have looked on a land where the sun ever beams,\n          And talked with the angels in mystical dreams;\n          And though some visions may die in their birth,\n          They still leave the trail of their glory on earth.\u201d\n\nIone read us other poems she had composed. Daisy asked if any of the\nclairvoyants could tell the color of their new dresses? Cathy could see\nthat Daisy wore a pale blue silk, with fine lace trimming; Ione a light\nyellow silk, trimmed in heavy, rich lace. Both wore rich jewels and\ngolden sandals. The maidens from Mars were beautiful, and had long heavy\ngolden hair. They wore lace undergarments of almost cobweb-like\ndelicacy, so very fine that it cannot be pictured or imagined. Long\nwhite opera cloaks swept from their dresses. Their snowy, soft white\nveils looked like floating clouds in the sunshine. Daisy wore daisies in\nher golden hair and at her waist. She was a perfect saint and did all\nthe good she could on earth. We all adored her. Daisy said there are no\nhats in Mars, to make the hair come out; they never wear or make corsets\nor high heels. There are no shoes there. They dress beautifully, with\nlong robes, jewels, crowns, laces and sandals. They do not wear\nstockings. There are no fat, ill men or women there. They only eat one\nmeal a day, and have not time to grow stout. Cresto now told Addison\nMacRay all his past. Addison was converted that night. He saw many\nbright lights.\n\n\u201cNow that I have told you facts about your past, I will tell you some\nfacts about Mars: Mars is a land of beauty\u2014a land of love and sunshine,\nand music and flowers. We have two softly lighted moons, and many large,\nbright stars. We have no dark nights, our nights are only soft\ntwilights. Our planet appears red from the earth, for we have more\nsunlight, more moonlight and electricity. We have our seasons the same\nas you have, but our days are longer than yours. Many of our flowers and\nvegetables are red in color. Our wonderful electric lights appear red\nfrom your world\u2014they are all colors.\n\n\u201cI weighed over two hundred pounds on earth, now I weigh seventy-five.\nWe do not need any superfluous fat here. We must be very light and\nintelligent in order to fly. We float in the clouds and swim in real\nwater; dance, laugh, ride, talk, and sing in the same manner as you do.\nAs a soul advances from star to star, each one has a grand surprise\nawaiting them. I was surprised and happy to find out I could learn to\nfloat after my resurrection, and to know God has made an immortal\ncompanion for each one of us. Think of such infinite love! Adam and Eve\nwere soul-mates. I soon found out here there was no eternal Hell. Some\nof the places in Purgatory are as terror-striking. After death, if one\nhas lived a life of sin or idleness, he is cast into prison in Purgatory\nand bound and chained down for years away from all his loved ones. No\none is kept in prison after death unless that person deserves to suffer.\n\n\u201cMany of my old friends are now living happy with their twin-souls in\nVenus, Mars and other stars. I love to hear them tell me of their homes\nand work. Gentlemen in other planets never wear beards, as it takes\ntheir mental strength; but they can send their double\u2014a picture only\u2014and\nappear with beards the same as in earth life. We have about one thousand\nwonderful canals, and over one thousand oases with little farms on them.\nOur great canals all have wonderful, large stone gates about every one\nthousand miles, so we can control the water. After harvest is over we\nlet the water go back to the poles. The snow in winter keeps the beds of\nthe canals pure. In this way we can live in Mars over one thousand years\nbefore we are transferred to a higher star. We must take good care of\nour health. We pray and keep in harmony with Our Creator\u2019s Divine mind\nas near as possible. Our minds rule our physical condition. \u2018As one\nthinketh, so is he.\u2019 We are eighty-three times stronger than our loved\nones on earth. Our atmosphere is pure and bracing and adapted entirely\nto our use. It is hard work for us to breathe on your earth. Eva has\ngone home to rest, while others take her place. All the conditions must\nbe perfect for us to converse with you. Earth-bound spirits can talk\nlonger, but they do not often give truths. It is a fact, we have all the\nwater we need. We have all the wealth and land we can use. We do not use\nmoney, but give checks which amounts to the same thing. Every person\ngets full wages for their work. There are no peculiar vegetables or men\non Mars, as has been stated in your papers. No immense eye grows to\nwatch over us. God rules all worlds with His mind and with the help of\nHis Holy angels. There is nothing crazy or odd where God rules. All\ninsanity, all strange vegetables and trees, etc., are in Purgatory, or\non earth. Awful things happen where ignorant souls disobey Our Lord and\nsin. Good night.\u201d\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                               CHAPTER X.\n\n                  \u201cI heard one night a whisper\n                    Of an angel, sweet and fair,\n                  Of a glorious, beautiful treasure,\n                    Of a lovely child of care.\n\n                  She was mine, so the angels told me,\n                    I knew it over there;\n                  I heard it once in evening\n                    So gentle and so rare.\u201d\n\n                                                 \u2014Frank Burke.\n\n\nAddison and Cathy were at home, having just returned from their trip,\nwhen both heard this song in the air close to them.\n\n\u201cCathy, dear, I hear the song, but I do not see the singer.\u201d\n\n\u201cI saw Cresto singing near us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAddison that is a song I composed for Ruth. Cathy, please do not wear\nblack at her grave, or mourn for her; she will be so happy with me.\nPlease try to remember this little verse:\n\n                \u201cThere\u2019s no destroying death frost here,\n                  To nip the hope buds ere they bloom;\n                The bridal tour is through the spheres;\n                  Eternity the honeymoon.\u201d\n\nAddison, you will be too busy to get lonely while Cathy is gone. Your\nnew mine will keep you very busy, and in time will make you a very rich\nman.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will give one-half of all I have to my Cathy to do as she pleases\nwith.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou will both put the money in a good cause.\u201d\n\nA week later Ruth was holding Cathy in her arms. \u201cO! Cathy, do you love\nme so much as to leave your husband and lovely new bungalow, just to\nvisit me, dear?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, Doll, I love you just that much, and a thousandfold more. Ruth,\ndear, let\u2019s spend a month in talking and laughing our heads off? I have\nbeen so busy the rest and fun will do me good.\u201d\n\n\u201cCathy, I wish I could tell you how happy your visit has made me.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou dear little sweetheart, I love you!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sweet Cathy!\u201d\n\n\u201cHere is a letter, honey, for Mrs. Cathy MacRay.\u201d\n\n\u201cO! thank you, Aunty Mary.\u201d\n\n\u201cRuth it is from my husband. I will read it to you, dear.\u201d\n\n\u201cPlease do if it is a love letter.\u201d\n\n\n\u201cMy Dear Cathy, my own darling wife:\n\nI was very anxious to find out if Cresto knew about that mine. So after\nI kissed you good bye I took the next train out to hunt up the mine. I\nfound it just where he said I would. I find the mine very rich. All he\nsaid is true. Finding this mine is a wonderful test for me. Please have\na good time and enjoy your old friends. I will send you five hundred\ndollars to enjoy with Ruth. So go where you please and be happy. I am\nvery busy now. I will write more next time. Please write soon. With love\nand a thousand kisses,\n\n                                        Your husband,\n\n                                             ADDISON.\u201d\n\n\n\u201cRuth, isn\u2019t he a darling to send me so much money without my ever\nasking for a cent? We will spend this money together, my sweet Doll.\nTomorrow we will go to New Orleans and buy some pretty dresses and get\nsome new books. I am so tired I must go to sleep now.\u201d\n\nRuth was only partly asleep when she heard this song in her room. Ione\nhad taught the sweet song to Cathy and she was now singing it softly.\nThe sweet tune was more beautiful than the words. She never had heard\nsuch wonderful music:\n\n \u201cI sat anticipating, yet awed, with that instinct alert,\n Dreading but longing for I knew not what;\n While he with the still swiftness, that bespeaks the All stirred\n   within,\n Glided beside me;\n And with tender arms around and about me, like the will o\u2019 the wisp,\n He drew me closely to his loving breast;\n And he kissed me, and he kissed me,\n\n In that gentle way,\n Till the magic thrills, one after another\n Opened wide all the closed up avenues of my soul.\n And in a delirium of ecstatic joy,\n My being heaved and heaved like the billows of an ocean roused from its\n    rest,\n As if the elements had loosened their festive whirlwinds in a game of\n    life and death;\n O love! O joy! Immortal bliss!\n This was a kiss, a kiss!\n That stirred the nerve fluids till they seemed like ruby wine aflame in\n    my veins,\n And he grew so tender and loving, that it was as if an abyss had\n    swallowed us up in its mystic fold;\n The hazardous past was forgotten,\n Faded away from the hallowed now;\n The present enough, O love\u2019s tremulous ecstacy!\n Life was veiled in a rosy mist of enchanted bliss.\n O glory of glories!\n The fairies had transported us to their love paradise center, uniting\n    our souls with a kiss! A kiss!\u201d\n\nIone sang and prayed with the young girls until they fell asleep. Ione\nwas a perfect saint.\n\nCresto came again to Ruth that night in her dreams. I, Ruth, felt myself\nbeing lifted up gently. I saw dear Cathy there below me sleeping\nsoundly. I wanted to take her with me. Cresto said she was not developed\nenough to go this time. I reached out my arms to take her anyway.\nSuddenly I was forced rapidly up, up, into terrible space again. Soon I\nsaw the light again. Cresto asked me if I would like to go with him and\nsee some of the beautiful homes and see more of the canals?\n\n\u201cYes, I would love to go.\u201d\n\n\u201cDoll, you may tell Cathy all about your visit, dear tomorrow, she is\nnot strong enough to be away so long.\u201d\n\nWe stopped on one of the farms in Mars. I saw a lovely swimming pool, a\nbig, fine home, and many beautiful flowers in the front yard. Lovely\nfruits and nuts, and vegetables in the back. Some of the tops of the\nvegetables and many of the flowers were red. All the farms we saw looked\nperfect. I soon saw that honest scientific farming was fashionable in\nMars.\n\n\u201cO Cresto, dear, our own Luther Burbank will be in his glory as soon as\nhe comes here.\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, there are many Burbanks in other worlds, and many Edisons, too.\nThe pure, cool, fresh air feels so refreshing and invigorating. Doll,\nthe mountains used to be very high here but for years the Martians have\ncut the tops off to fill up the hollow places.\u201d\n\n\u201cOur mountains are valuable cultivated hills now. There are only a few\nhigh peaks left. The grass on the hills looked lighter than ours. All\nflowers are more beautiful here and have more colors. Lovely birds sing\nsweetly early and late. O! Cresto, look at those lovely bright rainbows\nin the distance!\u201d\n\n\u201cDarling, you see the lights of a beautiful city called Lastriste, it\nlooks from here as if it were many beautiful rainbows\u2014the rainbows\nlooked as if they had a thousand different colors.\u201d\n\nI saw new shades of blue, green, violet and red, all mingled in one\ngrand, glorious glimmering light. It is all lighted by wonderful\nelectric lights. In this large city there are lovely flowers and trees\naround the temples and each home. No two houses are close together, even\nin the large cities.\n\n\u201cRuth, my darling girl, the sun rises in beauty here and sets in more\ngrandeur and glory than you have just witnessed. Our sunlight is bright\nand more vivacious than on earth. Our nights seem like twilight. Our\ndarkest midnight in summer is only a soft calm, gentle, subtle,\ntwilight. Our clouds float very high; we see each beautiful design\ndistinctly. Science and our many trees cause the rain to come\nperiodically. We have summer and winter, seed time and harvest, the same\nas you do. We live a simple life here. We love one another and help each\nother all we can. All those who own farms here are educated; they study\nagriculture, and gradually work their way to wealth and happiness. A\nfarmer here is loved in the same manner as a banker or king on earth,\nonly more.\n\n\u201cOur temples, our schools are free. We are happy. We have no slaves.\nWork is an honor here. Most commerce is carried on by means of these\nwonderful connecting canals\u2014many great minds have worked on these\nperfect canals for years. These canals are the direct causes of our\ngreat wealth. The rich could control the waters of the earth the same as\nwe do, in time. The money used for war alone would do it. Our big\nairships, our boats, our cars, are all propelled by electrical energy.\nOur airships carry from ten to one hundred people at once. All airships\ncan sail very high or low. Many airships are made just for two,\u2014just for\nlovers. I will order a little airship for two now, mentally. Darling,\nyou see I do not need to hunt up a telephone. All Martians carry their\nown telephones in their heads. Long distance doesn\u2019t cost us a cent.\nThere are about ten beautiful live salty oceans here. Remember, dear,\nthere is a natural law in all spiritual worlds. All water and land here\nis now under perfect control. Now, babe, I will show you from our\nairship the mighty net work of our vast great canals running from pole\nto pole, from north to south. Near the center of Mars they also run from\neast to west to irrigate little farms. High gates control these canals.\nOur Martians are wonderful engineers. These great gates are raised by\nwonderful machinery and operated by electricity. Doll, our public\nschools are still more wonderful and more numerous than the canals. Why\nnot? We are a little higher than the earth; a little nearer Heaven.\nDear, we are traveling at the rate of 186,280 miles a second, about as\nfast as wireless telegraphy. We are floating in space on electric waves\nand can travel as fast as thought. Earth-bound souls cannot travel at\nall beyond the first plane; they are wicked and have wasted their energy\nin sin and idleness. Come, Doll, my sweet child, and put your pretty,\nsoft arms around my neck and kiss me, and I will show you the lovely\nsacred temple where our own future marriage ceremony will be performed\nas soon as you come home to me. Without law there is no happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cO Cresto, I wish I could always stay here in your arms.\u201d\n\n\u201cSome day you can, pet. Your future happiness is very sacred to me,\nlove. Here is the temple.\u201d\n\n\u201cO! darling, is it a real true church? What perfect Christians you must\nbe to build such a lovely high temple to worship in?\u201d\n\n\u201cDarling child, there is no temple in any star, no matter how beautiful\nor rich that temple may be, is perfect enough to worship God in. Doll,\nnext to my Father I love you\u2014my own love, Doll! I hold the perfect\nmating of two souls.\n\n             \u201cThrough blended love, to be the sum of bliss;\n             Long as Eternity rolls.\n\n\u201cMy lovely child, my own Ruth, I will take you to my mother\u2019s home and\nintroduce you to her; her name is Helios, my father\u2019s name is Rupert; my\nmother is a sweet little blonde. I am the perfect picture of my father.\nShe is keeping a few jewels I have bought for you, pet. The others you\nmay select for yourself when you come.\u201d\n\nWe soon came to a lovely, large country home, with beautiful flowers and\na lawn. The side porch was covered with large black grapes. On the back\nporch hung dark red grapes, among yellow and white roses. On the left is\na driveway, on the right is a small lake, a bath house, and a large\nswimming pool. We found Helios feeding the graceful pet swans and ducks\non the lake. She was a pretty, dainty little woman, who led us into the\nhouse to her private rooms. Helios took out a small casket from her\nlarge cedar chest, and handed it to Cresto. He showed her a lovely\ndiamond engagement ring,\u2014the stone was perfect; a rope of large pearls\nwith a brilliant ruby pendant. Cresto wound the pearls around Ruth\u2019s\nsmall, white neck several times; a marvelous little watch, inlaid with\nemeralds and diamonds, Cresto\u2019s picture was engraved inside, the watch\nhung on a delicate, long gold chain; there were all kinds of perfect\nrings, a handsome ruby bracelet, two big butterfly ruby pins, a\nbeautiful yellow amber colored diamond necklace; at last a stately, pure\ngold crown inlaid with pink pearls and diamonds.\n\n\u201cDoll, I will place the tiara on your lovely head soon as you are my\nbride.\u201d\n\nCresto took a heavily chased bottle and asked me to drink to our health,\nand wealth. It was a large, heavy quart-sized bottle. As soon as Cresto\nremoved the crystal stopper it foamed like liquid air. It was full of\nelectricity. It was sparkling and had the piquant taste of champagne.\n\n\u201cBabe, you will drink this as a tonic here instead of hot tea and\ncoffee. Doll, my love, please drink some more of this new ambrosia. We\nhave different kinds of ambrosia here, dear.\u201d\n\n\u201cCresto, I never tasted anything so delicious. We also have a liquid\ncopperas that is used as a tonic. It takes a highly educated chemist to\nmake these mineral beverages.\u201d\n\nThe paper napkins were soft as silk\u2014they burn all paper napkins and\nhandkerchiefs when soiled. They only eat one small meal a day. The bread\nis slightly like our cakes in taste. It is airiated sweet bread, filled\nwith ground nuts and dried fruit.\n\n\u201cRuth, my pet, we eat all kinds of delicious fresh fruit and nuts. We\ndrink milk and use lots of eggs. Sweetheart, you have been gone a long\ntime. I must take you home.\u201d\n\nWe began to float upward in space. O! it is heaven to soar so high.\n\n\u201cWe use mind power to float. The more intelligent the spirit, the better\nthey can soar,\u201d said Cresto.\n\nIt was a strange new happiness to float in space with a man you respect\nand worship.\n\n      \u201cIt was long and long ago our love began;\n      It is something all unmeasured by Time\u2019s span;\n      In an era and a spot, by the modern world forgot;\n      We were lovers, ere God named us Maid and Man.\n\n      Like the memory of music made by streams,\n      All the beauty of that other life seems,\n      But I always thought it so, and at last I know, I know.\n      We were lovers in the land of Silver Dreams.\n      O, the land of Silver Dreams all about us shines and gleams,\n      Where we loved before God fashioned night and day.\n      We were souls in eerie, minds made of light;\n      Our love wings could speed from height to height.\n      All was glory, love and light, light with out a night.\u201d\n\nCresto sang these soul-stirring words to me while he was holding me in\nhis strong arms and carrying me home.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER XI.\n\n                 Will those Visions come again\n                   O, I long to soar back to Mars,\n                   To live in a better land than ours;\n                 To be loved by him always the same.\n\n\n\u201cO, Cathy, what a lovely, impulsive bride you are!\u201d\n\nThe girls were deeply in love with each other. Ruth was reading to Cathy\non the front porch, both being seated in a low-swinging hammock.\n\nThese dear, sweet companions had been laughing and talking over their\nnew dresses, and reading all day. Cathy wore a dainty blue lawn; Ruth\nwas dressed all in pure white\u2014she felt happiest when dressed in white.\n\nSuddenly the clouds turned black. An awful storm was brewing. The\nlightning came down in fiery forked tongues, and lighted up the awful\ndarkness. The tall, graceful pines swayed and moaned. They bowed their\nhaughty heads nearly to the earth. At times the whole country seemed on\nfire with brilliant phosphorescent lights. The storm blasts were furious\nin their battle with the pines of the forest. It would seem that the\nstorm fiends were angry at the stability, solidity, and placidity of\nmother earth.\n\nRuth and Cathy had just finished reading Milton\u2019s Paradise Lost. As they\nwere seriously discussing this masterpiece, there was a sudden, terrific\nflash of lightning that blinded the girls a moment; it shocked Cathy,\nshe was afraid and could not speak or move. She remembered now all\nCresto told her on the island of Catalina. Half-stunned, she stared\nwildly about her, grasping the edge of the hammock for support. Slowly\nher head turned with ominous foreboding to a white heap on the porch.\nPoor Catherine\u2019s bosom welled within her. The emotion seemed too great\nfor human endurance. She sank forward on the body with a heartrending\nsob. She remained a helpless, convulsed heap on the dead. Fear alone had\nkilled our delicate little Ruth, who had been suffering for days from\nheart trouble, unknown to all. Again the lightning flashed. Cathy saw in\nfront of her as plain as a human, a tall, dark, handsome young\ngentleman, with lovely, flowing white robes, full of light, bend over\nRuth\u2019s lifeless form. Another bright flash of lightning and she\ndistinctly saw the lovely Ruth all in gauzy, fluffy, shimmering, pure\nwhite, her robes full of light, too\u2014by Cresto\u2019s side, smiling.\n\n\u201cO! I never saw such dazzling, clinging, beautiful golden white robes on\nany one as Ruth now wore. She looked like a fairy bride, much smaller\nthan she looked yesterday. I wondered if any angel in Heaven could dress\nmore beautiful? It is worth a fortune just to see this wonderful sight!\nI am glad I came to see this resurrection of Ruth. I thank God for my\nclairvoyance now. O! how lovely to know there is no death! Cresto and\nhis sweet mother wound a thin, long white silk veil around her head and\nshoulders. For a moment Cresto held her close to his heart. He kissed\nher tenderly and lovingly. Then the two smiled and waved their fairy\nhands good bye at me. For the first time I saw Ruth and Cresto were not\nalone. Cresto\u2019s mother and many angels were leading the band. I saw them\ndistinctly rise higher and higher, up, up, into the dark clouds. They\nfloated away from life\u2019s storms and the clouds and all darkness; away\nfrom cold death, to immortal life; away into God\u2019s bright blue\nsunlight!\u201d\n\nAs she watched the lovely golden white robes float away in the distance,\nCathy raised her arms in prayer.\n\n\u201cO! my Divine Heavenly Father and His Holy Angels, Will Thou resurrect\nme to immortality? Will Thou protect me and those I love, and keep my\nsoul pure? May I prove there is no death to others and serve Thee, My\nGod, faithfully through all eternity? Amen.\u201d\n\nThat lonely, dark, stormy night Cathy cried and sobbed for her lovely\nRuth. O! how terrible to be all alone at the hour of death!\n\nCathy\u2019s great sorrow was darker than the night. Absolutely exhausted\nfrom crying she fell asleep and dreamed she saw Ruth\u2019s sylph-like form.\nShe was dressed the same as she was that night of her glorious\nresurrection. Ruth, pale and trembling, stood gazing vacant-eyed, on the\nimmensity of nature. As each stroke flashed, Cathy shrieked in terror.\nRuth stood pale and motionless with head uplifted and nostrils dilated\nin the ecstacy of the moment, the light of heaven beamed across her\nsoulful face. Her body became brilliantly illuminated, the pines could\nbe dimly seen through her almost transparent figure. She lifted her\nfragile arms heavenward and slowly ascended, the glory shining around\nher.\n\nA month later Cathy went home to her husband, to love, to comfort and to\nhappiness. There is no happiness like a husband\u2019s immortal love; perfect\nlove never dies.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[Illustration: chapter headpiece]\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER XII.\n\n            \u201c\u2019Tis told somewhere in Eastern story\n              That those who loved once blossomed as flowers\n            On the same stem, amid the glory\n              Of Eden\u2019s green and fragrant bowers;\n            And that, though parted oft by fate\n              Yet when the glow of life is ended,\n            Each soul again shall find its mate,\n              And in one bloom again be blended.\u201d\n\n\nAddison MacRay was now a very rich man; he and Cathy are perfectly happy\nin their bungalow. They took charge of The Divinity Club and held three\nlarge circles every week. The members of The Divinity Club were all\nhighly educated and refined. It had been a long, long time before she\never saw Cresto and Ruth. At the club that night Addison and Cathy were\noverjoyed and surprised at once more seeing Cresto and Ruth. The club\nsoon learned to understand Cresto by thought transference.\n\n\u201cO Ruth, dear, why have you stayed away so long? My Doll!!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy darling, sweet Cathy, we came here often but could not make our\npresence known. You did not make the right conditions for us to show\nourselves and talk. Your club is lovely and we are regular members. My\ndear child, if you keep the conditions like this we will come often and\nhelp you. Darling Cathy, after my glorious transmission, Cresto and I\nwere married in a lovely temple on Mars. Cresto showed me the very\ntemple once in a vision. He often took me to Mars on long pleasure trips\nbefore my transmission. In my visions I saw all things dimly, compared\nto all I see and know now. I see all the beautiful scenery more clearly\nnow. Cathy, I wish you could see our lovely home in Mars, and all the\nlovely jewels Cresto and my friends gave me. I cannot begin to tell you\nhow happy and busy I am. I often see my old school mates. We have so\nmany dear friends we enjoy with all our hearts. We love more in Mars\nthan you do on earth. In Mars we daily practice our Saviour\u2019s words to\n\u2018Love one another.\u2019 My dear friends, love and work will bring wealth and\nheaven to all dear, precious souls on earth. Cathy dear, Cresto wants to\ntell you more about our marriage in Mars.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe great, tall, massive, and handsome temple was decorated in long\nwhite rosebuds, and pink and white primroses, their fragrance filled the\ntemple. The pure white altar was banked with fragrant lillies, mingled\nwith cool, delicate ferns. Little above the altar hung a large white\ncross of perfect tuberoses, interwoven with tiny white and gold candles;\neach little candle was lighted with many-colored lights. Hundreds of our\nold friends from India and America were there, singing around Eno, who\nwas playing the immense pipe organ; their dear voices sounded as sweetly\nas those of the cherubims. The great organ was partly played by\nelectricity. After the music the ceremony was performed by a Catholic\npriest.\n\n\u201cWe sailed to our new home in white aluminum airships, decorated with\nwhite roses and golden butterflies, and long, narrow white ribbons hung\ndown from the airships and floated gracefully in the bright sunlight. My\nbeautiful little mother entertained us with music, dancing, and a\nperfect feast of fruit, nuts, cakes that looked like snowy ambrosia from\nheaven; sweet, sparkling nectar, made from the juice of red grapes\nfilled the glasses. The long tables were richly decorated with rosebuds\nand light green ferns. Ruth wore her gold crown for the first time; she\nwas dressed in her ascension robes and a long white, dainty bridal veil.\nThe veil was pinned on her long, heavy curly hair with little diamond\nbutterflies which Helios gave her. Ruth was a dream of beauty and looked\nabout sixteen,\u2014all are young after their transmission. Friends, our\nwedding ceremony was beautiful and very sacred. Our priest was a very\nhigh angel, he had once been a Pope of Rome, he was perfect.\n\n\u201cWe had our marriage certificate framed just like your own. That day was\na perfect golden day of love and sunshine. That day our souls were\noverflowing with joy. Such happiness and love is never experienced on\nearth. That beautiful day the birds sang sweeter melodies than ever, the\nheavens were brighter, hearts were lighter. Souls were dearer than ever\nto us, the music more melodious. We could feel the presence of our dear\nSaviour and His Holy Angels sweetly smiling down upon us. All hearts are\nlinked together over there in one grand, strong immortal golden chain of\neternal love. Perfect pure love is the most sublime emotion that man or\nangel ever experienced.\n\n             Saints pray for love, love, love,\n             To give us sunshine from above;\n               They hear our prayers with loving smiles,\n               Tenderly helping in all our trials,\n             Praying for us to love, love, love.\n\n             The stars are shining love, love, love,\n             Souls are pining for love, love, love;\n               Mind is linked to mind as one for all time,\n               Hearts beat in love-rhythm sublime\n             Singing love, love, love.\n\n             May we love, love, love,\n             As they do in stars above;\n               If we send an earnest prayer from the soul\n               To own our own, to love and to hold,\n             God will send us love, love, love.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                           TRANSCRIBER\u2019S NOTE\n\n\n          Punctuation has been normalized. Variations in\n          hyphenation have been retained as they were in the\n          original publication.\n\n          The author's spelling has been maintained, except in\n          the following cases:\n\n       _Page_ _Original_                _As Corrected_\n            2 MRS. CHARLES WILDER CLASS MRS. CHARLES WILDER GLASS\n            8 the buterfly was made     the butterfly was made\n            8 wonderful buterfly        wonderful butterfly\n           17 My darling Pesus          My darling Persus\n           17 we will work to gether    we will work together\n           20 pricious jewels           precious jewels\n           24 loveingly and tenderly    lovingly and tenderly\n           28 to much                   too much\n           39 Artimus used electricity  Artemus used electricity\n           40 wonderful phychic         wonderful psychic\n           45 love leter                love letter\n           47 more vivacous             more vivacious\n           59 napkins and handerchiefs  napkins and handkerchiefs\n           52 Divine eHavenly Father    Divine Heavenly Father\n\n          Italicized words and phrases are presented by\n          surrounding the text with _underscores_.","title":"Ruth's Marriage in Mars: A Scientific Novel","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":19898}