Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 94, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 April 1916 — NOT WHAT HE LOOKED FOR [ARTICLE]

NOT WHAT HE LOOKED FOR

Spirit’s Visit to the Scene of Hie Earthly Pilgrimage Afforded Him Little Comfort. I died last week, and owing to my transgressions it was decreed that I should become one of the subjects of his Satanic majesty. I had been in his demesne but six days when I received a twenty-four hour leave of absence to visit the earth. It was given me by Lucifer himself. In spirit form, with all things visible to me, yet invisible to all things, save spirits, I again found myself in the sunlight of the world. I floated In at .the oflice where I had been employed. Another man sat in my chair. The manager was speaking to him. “If Jones hadn’t died,” he was saying, “I would have been obliged to discharge him. He was getting very inefficient!” I departed hurriedly, and headed for the club. “There, at least,” I thought, “they would miss me.” Smith and Brown were playing poker as usual. I had always played with them.' “Jones used to get on my nerves terribly when he played with us!” remarked Smith. “There was something* irritating about that fellow!” Brown agreed with him. Away I went again. “To my wife.” I murmured. “Ah, to my wife!” She was standing in the parlor looking very lovely in her mourning. Jimson, a man I had always detested, was standing close beside her. “You must go now,” she whispered. “Some day, perhaps —” She did not finish. There seemed no need. I sped away through space. A brother spirit drew near. He was traveling in the oposite direction. “Used up your twenty-four hours?” he called out. “No,” I answered, “I’ve only been on earth twenty minutes!” “You seem to be in a terrible hurry to get somewhere,” he shouted. “Where are you going so fast?”' “Back home,” I replied—William Sanford, in Judge.