It was a lovely twilight evening at Lytton Springs, India. These famous springs were very high up in the Araville hills; Mandavee was the nearest city, situated on a small island in the Arabian sea. The great red sun was slowly sinking as the bells were ringing the Angelus from an ancient Hindoo temple. The sacred chimes pealed forth melodiously, the sweet sounds echoing forth the harmony of those bells. Inside of this ancient temple sweet incense was burning on a beautiful golden altar. A dark, handsome prince and his family were praying around this sacred altar. Here they would often see beautiful visions of angels and their loved ones who had died in this same faith years ago. This faith was a strange, mysterious, mythical religion, handed down from the ancient Indians. It was a mixture of Catholicism and Hindooism. The Prince and his family were highly educated and great musicians; they were all great Psychics, and often spent hours in this old temple praying. They lived in constant communion with their saints, who constantly watched over them and protected them. At the other side of this altar a strange veiled princess was silently praying. After sunset they all left the temple with bowed heads. They went to their summer homes in the hills. Sita, the Prince’s only daughter, felt sorry for the lonely stranger and invited her to their lovely home in the mountains. “May I ask the name of my lovely hostess?” asked the lonely stranger. “My name is Sita, dear. My father is Prince Cresto. We spend our summers here in these lovely mountains. Won’t you please come home and spend the evening with us?” “I, too, am a princess from Southern Egypt. My name is Princess Kezia. If you love me, just call me Kez for short.” “I fell in love with you at first sight, Kez. Please come and dine with us this evening. Come just as you are!” “I will, dear Sita, for the hotel seems so far away. Sita, what a dear, lovely home you have way up here in the hills.” “Father and mother, this is Princess Kezia. Kez, this is my father, Prince Cresto, and my mother, Princess Mara; this other young gentleman is my brother Persus; he has just graduated at Delhi as M. D., and now has charge of a large sanitarium here at Lytton Springs. Kez, he is also a mental healer and many come just to get well mentally. He has great success in healing the body through the mind. He and my father have a large class at the sanitarium just to develope the soul.” “Doctor,” said Princess Kezia, “I would love to join your class. I came to these hills just to develope the soul.” “Princess Kezia,” said the doctor, “we have a small class to meet here in our library tonight—some are here now. I will let you sit here in this big easy chair close to my own, so you will not be afraid.”