“Many of my old friends are now living happy with their twin-souls in Venus, Mars and other stars. I love to hear them tell me of their homes and work. Gentlemen in other planets never wear beards, as it takes their mental strength; but they can send their double—a picture only—and appear with beards the same as in earth life. We have about one thousand wonderful canals, and over one thousand oases with little farms on them. Our great canals all have wonderful, large stone gates about every one thousand miles, so we can control the water. After harvest is over we let the water go back to the poles. The snow in winter keeps the beds of the canals pure. In this way we can live in Mars over one thousand years before we are transferred to a higher star. We must take good care of our health. We pray and keep in harmony with Our Creator’s Divine mind as near as possible. Our minds rule our physical condition. ‘As one thinketh, so is he.’ We are eighty-three times stronger than our loved ones on earth. Our atmosphere is pure and bracing and adapted entirely to our use. It is hard work for us to breathe on your earth. Eva has gone home to rest, while others take her place. All the conditions must be perfect for us to converse with you. Earth-bound spirits can talk longer, but they do not often give truths. It is a fact, we have all the water we need. We have all the wealth and land we can use. We do not use money, but give checks which amounts to the same thing. Every person gets full wages for their work. There are no peculiar vegetables or men on Mars, as has been stated in your papers. No immense eye grows to watch over us. God rules all worlds with His mind and with the help of His Holy angels. There is nothing crazy or odd where God rules. All insanity, all strange vegetables and trees, etc., are in Purgatory, or on earth. Awful things happen where ignorant souls disobey Our Lord and sin. Good night.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER X. “I heard one night a whisper Of an angel, sweet and fair, Of a glorious, beautiful treasure, Of a lovely child of care. She was mine, so the angels told me, I knew it over there; I heard it once in evening So gentle and so rare.” —Frank Burke. Addison and Cathy were at home, having just returned from their trip, when both heard this song in the air close to them. “Cathy, dear, I hear the song, but I do not see the singer.” “I saw Cresto singing near us.” “Addison that is a song I composed for Ruth. Cathy, please do not wear black at her grave, or mourn for her; she will be so happy with me. Please try to remember this little verse: