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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
the sign of the cross in the heavens or the sparkling radiance of the leaping fish, that made that glorious tropical night affect him so? As Jack looked, the moonbeams at the side of the ship seemed to concentrate ; a shadowy vapor arose, wavered, ;lowly took m
and paused on its way to speak to him?
"'Agnes — Agnes !" he cried, stretching forth his arms imploringly toward the lovely vision before him. And, in the great stillness of the night as the vision gradually faded from
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form, and gradually became clearer. Awed, half stupefied with fear, the dazed sailor watched, as the vision came nearer and nearer. Suddenly, with a
a low cry, he fell upon his knees, for there before him stood Agnes ! Yes, there was the spirituelle little creature who had promised to be a guide and a pilot to him.
"It does not need strength to influence those who are guided by the spirit of love." she had said, and he remembered it. But of late he had not been guided by any such spirit. Why should she come to him? Could it be that she was dead ? He had heard her say that as physical strength decreased in death the" spiritual power grew stronger. Had her soul taken its flight
v 1 e w .
there was
the sound of
a gentle voice :
"Come \»
him/' agnes Would that train
to day. jack never get to Mayin his dreams. port ? Jack Martin, restless and impatient, bothered the conductor for the ninth time. What were they waiting for now? he would like to know. A man could walk the distance in less time than it took that old train. Jack was too used to a ship to ever feel at home in a train, but at last the village appeared to view. Almost before the engine had drawn up at the station Jack was on the platform, fairlv running in his eagerness to reach the cottage, yet scarce daring to hope that Agnes was still there.
Two weather-beaten fishermen passed him, but they were not cordial in