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and, listening to what was said, he found that the subject of conversation was his own death, and he learned that his friend had gone to the Brenton residence as soon as he heard the startling news of Christmas morning.

      Once more Brenton paused, and did not know what to do. He went again into the street. Everything seemed to lead him toward his own home. Although he had told Ferris that he did not intend to take his advice, yet as a sensible man he saw that the admonition was well worth considering, and if he could once become convinced that there was no communication possible between himself and those he had left; if he could give them no comfort and no cheer; if he could see the things which they did not see, and yet be unable to give them warning, he realized that he would merely be adding to his own misery, without alleviating the troubles of others.

      He wished he knew where to find Ferris, so that he might have another talk with him. The man impressed him as being exceedingly sensible. No sooner, however, had he wished for the company of Mr. Ferris than he found himself beside that gentleman.

      "By George!" he said in astonishment, "you are just the man I wanted to see."

      "Exactly," said Ferris; "that is the reason you do see me."

      "I have been thinking over what you said," continued the other, "and it strikes me that after all your advice is sensible."

      "Thank you," replied Ferris, with something like a smile on his face.

      "But there is one thing I want to be perfectly certain about. I want to know whether it is not possible for me to communicate with my friends. Nothing will settle that doubt in my mind except actual experience."

      "And have you not had experience enough?" asked Ferris.

      "Well," replied the other, hesitating, "I have had some experience, but it seems to me that, if I encounter an old friend, I could somehow make myself felt by him."

      "In that case," answered Ferris, "if nothing will convince you but an actual experiment, why don't you go to some of your old friends and try what you can do with them?"

      "I have just been to the office and to the residence of one of my old friends. I found at his residence that he had gone to my"—Brenton paused for a moment—"former home. Everything seems to lead me there, and yet, if I take your advice, I must avoid that place of all others."

      "I would at present, if I were you," said Ferris. "Still, why not try it with any of the passers-by?"

      Brenton looked around him. People were passing and repassing where the two stood talking with each other. "Merry Christmas" was the word on all lips. Finally Brenton said, with a look of uncertainty on his face—

      "My dear fellow, I can't talk to any of these people. I don't know them."

      Ferris laughed at this, and replied—

      "I don't think you will shock them very much; just try it."

      "Ah, here's a friend of mine. You wait a moment, and I will accost him." Approaching him, Brenton held out his hand and spoke, but the traveller paid no attention. He passed by as one who had seen or heard nothing.

      "I assure you," said Ferris, as he noticed the look of disappointment on the other's face, "you will meet with a similar experience, however much you try. You know the old saying about one not being able to have his cake and eat it too. You can't have the privileges of this world and those of the world you left as well. I think, taking it all in all, you should rest content, although it always hurts those who have left the other world not to be able to communicate with their friends, and at least assure them of their present welfare."

      "It does seem to me," replied Brenton, "that would be a great consolation, both for those who are here and those who are left."

      "Well, I don't know about that," answered the other. "After all, what does life in the other world amount to? It is merely a preparation for this. It is of so short a space, as compared with the life we live here, that it is hardly worth while to interfere with it one way or another. By the time you are as long here as I have been, you will realize the truth of this."

      "Perhaps I shall," said Brenton, with a sigh; "but, meanwhile, what am I to do with myself? I feel like the man who has been all his life in active business, and who suddenly resolves to enjoy himself doing nothing. That sort of thing seems to kill a great number of men, especially if they put off taking a rest until too late, as most of us do."

      "Well," said Ferris, "there is no necessity of your being idle here, I assure you. But before you lay out any work for yourself, let me ask you if there is not some interesting part of the world that you would like to visit?"

      "Certainly; I have seen very little of the world. That is one of my regrets at leaving it."

      "Bless me," said the other, "you haven't left it."

      "Why, I thought you said I was a dead man?"

      "On the contrary," replied his companion, "I have several times insisted that you have just begun to live. Now where shall we spend the day?"

      "How would London do?"

      "I don't think it would do; London is apt to be a little gloomy at this time of the year. But what do you say to Naples, or Japan, or, if you don't wish to go out of the United States, Yellowstone Park?"

      "Can we reach any of those places before the day is over?" asked Brenton, dubiously.

      "Well, I will soon show you how we manage all that. Just wish to accompany me, and I will take you the rest of the way."

      "How would Venice do?" said Brenton. "I didn't see half as much of that city as I wanted to."

      "Very well," replied his companion, "Venice it is;" and the American city in which they stood faded away from them, and before Brenton could make up his mind exactly what was happening, he found himself walking with his comrade in St. Mark's Square.

      "Well, for rapid transit," said Brenton, "this beats anything I've ever had any idea of; but it increases the feeling that I am in a dream."

      "You'll soon get used to it," answered Ferris; "and, when you do, the cumbersome methods of travel in the world itself will show themselves in their right light. Hello!" he cried, "here's a man whom I should like you to meet. By the way, I either don't know your name or I have forgotten it."

      "William Brenton," answered the other.

      "Mr. Speed, I want to introduce you to Mr. Brenton."

      "Ah," said Speed, cordially, "a new-comer. One of your victims, Ferris?"

      "Say one of his pupils, rather," answered Brenton.

      "Well, it is pretty much the same thing," said Speed. "How long have you been with us, and how do you like the country?"

      "You see, Mr. Brenton," interrupted Ferris, "John Speed was a newspaper man, and he must ask strangers how they like the country. He has inquired so often while interviewing foreigners for his paper that now he cannot abandon his old phrase. Mr. Brenton has been with us but a short time," continued Ferris, "and so you know, Speed, you can hardly expect him to answer your inevitable question."

      "What part of the country are you from?" asked Speed.

      "Cincinnati," answered Brenton, feeling almost as if he were an American tourist doing the continent of Europe.

      "Cincinnati, eh? Well, I congratulate you. I do not know any place in America that I would sooner die in, as they call it, than Cincinnati. You see, I am a Chicago man myself."

      Brenton did not like the jocular familiarity of the newspaper man, and found himself rather astonished to learn that in the spirit-world there were likes and dislikes, just as on earth.

      "Chicago is a very enterprising city," he said, in a non-committal way.

      "Chicago, my dear sir," said Speed, earnestly, "is the city. You will see that Chicago is going to be the great city of the world before you are a hundred years older. By the way, Ferris," said the Chicago man, suddenly recollecting something, "I have got Sommers over here with me."

      "Ah!" said Ferris; "doing him any good?"

      "Well, precious little, as far as I can see."

      "Perhaps

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