“Kez, my darling, how strange! I had the very same sad experience.” After Sita and I had combed each other’s hair we went down to breakfast. What a lovely sight met our eyes! The table was loaded with lovely fruit and beautiful flowers. A beautiful venetian gold filigree vase of lovely dark red roses was placed in front of the Doctor, and he took one of the perfect red buds and pinned it in my hair. “This beautiful morning is the dawning of a perfect love for us, dear. After breakfast we will go for a long walk.” We had many kinds of fruit and nuts, and instead of grape juice, we drank a cup of warm new milk. We saw the boy milk the cow at our door steps as we began to eat breakfast; we knew the milk was pure. Everything tasted delicious. The longing for bread, cake and meat had gradually left me. I had to give up my old habits of eating candy and hot bread in order to see clairvoyantly. Doctor and I were soon walking alone in the mountains together, talking over our future life. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER IV. “Kezia, my darling, we will sit here under this old juniper tree. Dearest, I want to tell of my experience last night. My soul left the body and traveled away; far away, down into darkness. I was taken to the underworld in the very depths of Purgatory. Darling Kezia, there is no everlasting Hell, but this place was about the same. I talked with a lost soul, his name was Alo Lamar. I read the electric aura around his head, and saw he had just killed a wicked, low, heartless, negro woman, called Lena Williams. Alo left his sick wife, Odal Lamar, in Rome, starving; later he became a robber and bought and sold pure young girls, some of their names I could read in his aura—his aura was black. Lena and Alo Lamar had sold a poor girl called Minnie. Others named Ada, Bertha, Fannie, Maud, and two named Georgia and Josephine, both were insane now.” “O! Persus darling, I dreamed I saw him kill Lena and then himself at Monte Carlo. My vision was awful!” “Kezia, my poor little dove, your words prove all I saw was a fact. I saw him judged by the severe courts of the underworld. The Priest who read his sentence wore long black sombre robes. This priest spoke in a subdued, but deep, cold, stern undertone, his word was law there.