. Two sides to a picture: a revelation between two planes. HTS OF MRS. MOORE. After the death of Harry Leroy the broken-hearted Eemil went to her room and gave ventto her pent-up feelings. Life to her had beenone of sunshine; naught had come to mar theaspirations of her mind, but now she had beencalled upon to part with two of her dearestfriends, Alice Moore and Harry Leroy. Drawing toward her the record she hadtransmitted to paper, she read again the mes-sage from her mother. Sweet, indeed, werethose cherished words. A thrill of lightseemed to penetrate her whole being. Raising her eyes, she
. Two sides to a picture: a revelation between two planes. HTS OF MRS. MOORE. After the death of Harry Leroy the broken-hearted Eemil went to her room and gave ventto her pent-up feelings. Life to her had beenone of sunshine; naught had come to mar theaspirations of her mind, but now she had beencalled upon to part with two of her dearestfriends, Alice Moore and Harry Leroy. Drawing toward her the record she hadtransmitted to paper, she read again the mes-sage from her mother. Sweet, indeed, werethose cherished words. A thrill of lightseemed to penetrate her whole being. Raising her eyes, she discovered two formsstanding before her. With faltering voice sheasked, Who are you? One said, My dearest child, I am yourmother. And I, said the other, am the mother ofHarry Leroy. I come to thank you for yourkindness to him, and also to unite the blessingof human relations. My time is brief; what Isay must be said at once. My child, my treas-ure, is a member of our house and home. Safewithin our care, he soon will be nursed backto health and One said, My dearest child, I am your mother. AndI, said the other, am the mother of Harry Leroy. TWO SIDES TO A PICTURE 65 While speaking the form faded from Eemilssight, but her mother still remained. She tenderly said, To you, my child, Icome. I watched over your childhood with amothers loving care, yet ever failed to reachyour plane of life, so that you could recognizeme. My time, too, is short, and what I saymust be said quickly. Tell the parents ofAlice Moore it is not far distant when theycan see and understand her position, and toyou, my child, the promise she made shall befulfilled. Tell your father what you have seen andheard. It is necessary that he, too, shouldunderstand there is no death, no darkness, onlythat which veils the perceptions of a vision she faded from sight. Stunned, bewildered, Eemil exclaimed:Could I have been dreaming? No, that isimpossible. My senses were only quickenedby their presen
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