Floating Fancies among the Weird and the OccultHolmes, Clara H.
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Floating Fancies among the Weird and the Occult
Holmes, Clara H.
American fiction -- 19th century; Paranormal fiction; Short stories, American
He drew a breath of relief, and experienced a glad sense of freedom, as
though until now he had been bound to some onerous duty. He sat long
with his hand pressed over his eyes, his senses deadened to all outside
impressions; repeating over many times the name of Amanda Cosgrove;
formulating slowly and distinctly his desire to see her.
At first all things waved and swayed, a conglomeration of darkness, shot
with rays of light and color; gradually, there evolved from this a hilly
country, verdant with grass, and beautified with many trees; a sunny
valley with carpet of a brighter hue, and fields of waving grain. A low,
picturesque cottage stood in the shelter of a grove; before the door
stood a woman whose hair was like silver, and the face though sad and
worn did not look old. She shaded her eyes with her hand, and looked
wistfully in his direction; dimly outlined within the doorway
shone—fairly shone—a face which his spirit recognized as her whose hand
had rested upon his shoulder, whose spirit presence had been his guide
in this search.
Gradually the picture faded, and so great was his sense of loss that for
a time his mind seemed a perfect blank. Then, a fever possessed him to
sketch the cottage, the valley, the fair hillside, and the persons he
had seen, and with whom he had been in spiritual communion. He worked
with an eagerness and joy never before experienced, he delighted in
every detail; he touched the fair, dimly seen face lovingly,
lingeringly.
Three days later he left the old house; a half regret assailed him as it
disappeared from view, for here he first saw the pure spirit whose
occult influence was lifting him to a higher and purer life. He went
direct to the city named in the marriage certificate; he found a record
of it which gave that city as the residence of Amanda Cosgrove. He could
find no further trace of her; the time was so distant, and the clew so
slight; it was like searching for a drop of water in the sea to endeavor
to find one insignificant individual amid the shifting population of a
large city.
It would be less than interesting to follow Philip through his frequent
and grievous disappointments.
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