During the war, we were both in France. One morning early, I was preparing in my room to go on a train journey to meet him. He was a hundred miles away. I was hurrying, thinking of nothing but the necessity of catching the train, and answering the girls who were calling to me from other rooms to make haste, when I suddenly turned to the door as though impelled to do so. My lover entered with the quick eager impulsiveness which was his outstanding characteristic; straight up to me he came, put his hand on mine with a close, warm clasp, and was gone again—vanished in the same moment. I learned later that he had been taken prisoner that morning. His appearance had been absolutely natural, and had caused me not the slightest sensation of fear; my heart leapt to meet him, only I felt him to be disturbed and unhappy and that troubled me. He had not been injured and still lives. “IN THE LENGTHENING OF THE DAYS” My youngest brother joined up in 1914, and was sent to Salisbury Plain. Not long after his leaving home, very early one morning, somewhere between half-past one and two o'clock, I lay wide awake, and, to my astonishment, I saw him walk into our bedroom and go to the side of my invalid sister's bed, face her, turn, give a step towards the foot, turn again and salute her, and then lay down by her side. I screamed with fright, a most horrible scream, and as I did so, the vision vanished. I also awoke all the household to whom I had to tell what had frightened me so terribly. My people would have it that it was only a dream, although I knew it was not. Shortly after that, my mother received a telegram saying that he was ill and coming home. I am glad to say that to-day, he is alive and well. At the time I spoke to my mother again about the vision and she told me that I had seen my brother in the lengthening of the days, which meant he would live to a very old age. A PASSIONATE LONGING DURING the Egyptian Campaign, my mother had an experience which I have never been able to explain with satisfaction to myself. One night she was lying awake when she saw the bedroom door open and my brother, who was serving with the forces in Egypt, walk up to the bedside and gaze at her with an intense wistfulness in his expression. After both had remained motionless for some moments, my brother retraced his footsteps, and vanished through the doorway. My mother was so impressed with the apparition, that she took note of the date and the time, feeling sure that some fatality had occurred to my brother. When the war was over, and my brother returned home again, he dressed up in his uniform with sand-goggles, etc., and my mother at once recognised the dress as that worn by the apparition. On comparing notes, it was found that my brother was seriously ill of dysentery at that particular time and, fearing a fatal termination, was controlled by a passionate longing for the presence of his mother. AN UNBELIEVER’S DOUBTS