HIS DYING VISION AND CRY.

Otago Witness, Issue 2505, 26 March 1902, Page 66

HIS DYING VISION AND CRY.

aWO TALES OF TELEPATHY. "Believe 1- in what is occult 01 the telepathic will pei baps find no difficulty in accounting foi the following occunence- in a Gatineau (Canada) lumbering -hanty. Ordinal y mortals of conservative idea.s find it not ea-y to explain them. The facts aie vouched for by a clergyman. A party of lumbermen were engaged in piling log- on Christmas Eve. U hey made the piles unusually high. The tcam-ters expostulated with the log-rolleis for doing .so, because of tin. danger to the lumbermen if their canthooks should -lip while they were rolling the heavy logs to such an elevation. Joseph Oingra-, «i young FrenchCanadian, had just made some je-ting reply, when his foot slipped, and the 40in 13ft log slid down upon his shoulders, and rolled over him to the ground. His companions carried him to the .-hanty, wheie he waimmediately put to bed, md made a- comfortable as possible. As nuzhi came 011. he fell into a kind of

Ktupo:. From trhi> he awakened in a high tevtr, talking about Ins father. "■ I knew you would corns. I was sure of it, father min-. You Lad better hurry, Step along; come quick, my fathei," lie kept calling. After a time he went on — ' X ep av«y from that rollway. don't re-t tl ere. get away from the logs. ' And then m givate-t. exjitemeut, "There! just -\\lrU I told you' Oh, Ik's killed, he's killed! I knov. it. Jinn Die u, ll est mort '. With that a quantity of b'ood gu-lied from his mouth, and he fell back in the ligour of fast approaching death. Theie was ju^t one !a-t sobbing cry. heard above the htanv of his comrade-, a.s they knelt around him in the old habitant fashion, '" MarL\ oh, Maiie!" and he had gone. Perhaps- it was natural that on Christmas Day -ome of the idle men should make their way to tho pile of log-, the scene of the accident of the piecpding day. But the-> \urc quite unprepared foi «bat they found tbeie. During the night several of the logo had bulged out of their place in the heap and rolled down to the loadway. And underneath them, crushed into the «nnw. and, of Loiir-o, stone dead, was an elderly man, and near by a litt'.e valise lie had apparently set down vrhile resting on the pile. , The body was carried to the shanty and laid in the next bunk to that occupied by Joseph Gingras's body. In trying to leirn the old man's identity the lumbermen discovned in one of his pocket this letter written by Jo-epli Gingras : — My Dora Papa,— All £,ocs well so fai, and now we a:e settled for the winter near Catfish Lake. You must know the place, ju=t near the Tomassine portage road, three or lour miles rorth of the lake. But yet I know not why I stay, unless it be to forget all about ilarie and hei devi'ti'es For the woik I like not, and Israel is not here after all. Xo matter, the good GoJ wiM i^ot let h'm escape for what he has clone to me with his lying tongue. And me. My father, you must do just this one thing for me. Come to m" here. Come for the Xoel sure. Maybe you will see me never moie if 30U come not now. I did wronpt to leave you, to persuade you not to come with me as before. Sum, sure, come for the Xoel.— Your affectionate one, Joseph. So if was father and son, killed within a few hours of each other, at the same spot, were lying in neighbouring berths in the same shanty in the stillness of death at the Noel of 'Cbn««tmastide. Just two days later, thu clerk of the shanty and one of the teamsters were in the office awaiting their turn to report to the local manager of their employers' firm at River Desert, when they heard a voluble, showily-clothed woman asking for the address to the shanty where Joseph Gingras was employed. Her sleigh was outside, and she was distracted until she could reach that place. Monsieur would believe her, for truly — yes, truly — she had beer told in a vision of the night, and in her own soul she felt that she wanted. Two or three day 6 before had she heard her Joseph call to her, and go to Him she would, to leave him never more, no matter what people said any more. And the old man Gingras. he had himself sent a boy to her house on Christmas Day to tell her to make haste' and go to River Desert if she wanted to meet Joseph once more. And the lumbermen were compelled to tell her that the bodies of father and son were even then on the sled at the door. It was at 11 o'clock on Christmas Eve, when Marie was putting on her wraps in the hallway of her home to go to midnight mass, that she distinctly heard her lover call her name in agonising tones, she fancied from the head of the stairs. At which hour the man she had parted from in anger because of evil reports of his sayings lespecting her was dying 300 miles away with hir name upon Ins lip-. — Chicago Recoid.