"The wrong you have done," said I, "becomes doubly, trebly magnified by
thus living it over day by day. You have committed a crime. Do you wish
to perpetuate that crime? You pursue the very course to make it permanent
and enduring. Mind acts upon matter and matter reacts upon mind. You have
made the house a partner to the deed you have committed by constantly
associating it with the act. You have tainted its walls and poisoned it
within and without.

"It becomes sentient and reacts upon you. It becomes a magnet, a
loadstone to draw you. Your constant habit of associating it in your mind
with the past, creates around it an atmosphere which is a part of your
being and welds you to it, so that you, the house, and the deed, become
one mighty monster, inseparable. The idea that you can expiate the deed
by this self-torture is vain. You can neither confer good upon yourself
nor your victim. Leave off and follow me."

These last words seemed to have the desired effect, for he raised his
eyes with a sad smile, placed his hand in mine, and said:

"I will go with you."

Happy that my efforts proved availing, I hurried on in a joyous mood,
soon rising above the earth and bearing my companion to my spirit home.

The pure air of the fragrant fields revived him, and by the time we
arrived at my own garden-home he seemed born into a new life.

I set him down under my arbor, now dripping with golden fruits, and
having refreshed him with cordial (angels' food), I called his attention
to the beauties around us; the birds, the flowers, and the luxurious