Doctor and I were soon walking alone in the mountains together, talking over our future life.
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.
“‘Alo Lamar, you and this low, Lena Williams, will be insane here for over one hundred years. Every day will seem a thousand years. After the time expires you may both work your way out of here by degrees! No soul shall ever be permitted to love or help you two fiends in any way; during this time neither you or that wicked woman shall ever see one ray of light. Come, black insane fiends, and obsess these cruel souls for one hundred years and more! Dark spirits take these two low fools! Cast them down into prison; bind them down with thorns and snakes!’ I saw Lena and Alo Lamar severely punished for selling the souls of sweet, pure young girls.
“O, woman! woman! when to ill thy mind is bent,
All hell contains no fouler fiend.”