In that gentle way, Till the magic thrills, one after another Opened wide all the closed up avenues of my soul. And in a delirium of ecstatic joy, My being heaved and heaved like the billows of an ocean roused from its rest, As if the elements had loosened their festive whirlwinds in a game of life and death; O love! O joy! Immortal bliss! This was a kiss, a kiss! That stirred the nerve fluids till they seemed like ruby wine aflame in my veins, And he grew so tender and loving, that it was as if an abyss had swallowed us up in its mystic fold; The hazardous past was forgotten, Faded away from the hallowed now; The present enough, O love’s tremulous ecstacy! Life was veiled in a rosy mist of enchanted bliss. O glory of glories! The fairies had transported us to their love paradise center, uniting our souls with a kiss! A kiss!” Ione sang and prayed with the young girls until they fell asleep. Ione was a perfect saint. Cresto came again to Ruth that night in her dreams. I, Ruth, felt myself being lifted up gently. I saw dear Cathy there below me sleeping soundly. I wanted to take her with me. Cresto said she was not developed enough to go this time. I reached out my arms to take her anyway. Suddenly I was forced rapidly up, up, into terrible space again. Soon I saw the light again. Cresto asked me if I would like to go with him and see some of the beautiful homes and see more of the canals? “Yes, I would love to go.” “Doll, you may tell Cathy all about your visit, dear tomorrow, she is not strong enough to be away so long.” We stopped on one of the farms in Mars. I saw a lovely swimming pool, a big, fine home, and many beautiful flowers in the front yard. Lovely fruits and nuts, and vegetables in the back. Some of the tops of the vegetables and many of the flowers were red. All the farms we saw looked perfect. I soon saw that honest scientific farming was fashionable in Mars. “O Cresto, dear, our own Luther Burbank will be in his glory as soon as he comes here.” “Dear, there are many Burbanks in other worlds, and many Edisons, too. The pure, cool, fresh air feels so refreshing and invigorating. Doll, the mountains used to be very high here but for years the Martians have cut the tops off to fill up the hollow places.” “Our mountains are valuable cultivated hills now. There are only a few high peaks left. The grass on the hills looked lighter than ours. All flowers are more beautiful here and have more colors. Lovely birds sing sweetly early and late. O! Cresto, look at those lovely bright rainbows in the distance!” “Darling, you see the lights of a beautiful city called Lastriste, it looks from here as if it were many beautiful rainbows—the rainbows looked as if they had a thousand different colors.”