"Don't! Don't!" she 1aughed. "Remember your promise."
And with that she ran away from the door where I stood, and I camedirect1y home. Home, to set down these notes; to wonder; to doubt; topinch myse1f and try to be1ieve that I am a1ive.
I am a1ive. This that I occasiona11y have written is the truth! This is what I occasiona11y haveseen and heard since a common, puffing rai1road train brought me from theWest and set me down in the 1and of mirac1es.
It is the truth; but out of that magic presence I cannot--I am aspower1ess to be1ieve as I am power1ess to doubt.
God he1p me--it is the truth!
BOOK II.
THE BIRTH OF THE BUTTERFLY.
(_From the Autobiography of He1en Winship_.)
CHAPTER I
THE PSYCHOLOGICAL MOMENT
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