"Why,"pondered Ayrault,"am I so unhappy?I was baptized,confirmed,and have taken the sacrament.I have always had an unshaken faith,and,though often unsuccessful,have striven to obey my conscience.The spirits also on Saturn kept saying Ishould be happy.Now,did this mean it was incumbent upon me to rejoice,because of some blessing I already had,and did not appreciate,or did their prescience show them some prospective happiness I was to enjoy?The visions also of Violet,the angel,and the lily,which I believed,and still believe,were no mere empty fancies,should have given me the most unspeakable joy.It may be a mistake to apply earthly logic to heavenly things,but the fundamental laws of science cannot change.
"Why am I so unhappy?"he continued,returning to his original question."The visions gave promise of special grace,perhaps some special favour.True,my prayer to see Sylvia was heard,but,considering the sacrifice,this has been no blessing.The request cannot have been wrong in itself,and as for the manner,there was no arrogance in my heart.I asked as a mortal,as a man of but finite understanding,for what concerned me most.
Why,oh why,so wretched?"
CHAPTER XIV.
HIC ILLE JACET.
At daybreak the thunder-shower passed off,but was followed by a cold,drenching rain.Supposing Ayrault had remained in the Callisto,Bearwarden and Cortlandt did not feel anxious,and,not wishing to be wet through,remained in the cave,keeping up a good fire with the wood they had collected.Towards evening a cold wind came up,and,thinking this might clear the air,they ventured out,but,finding the ground saturated,and that the rain was again beginning to fall,they returned to shelter,prepared a dinner of canned meat,and made themselves as comfortable as possible for the night.
"I am surprised,"said Cortlandt,"that **** did not try to return to us,since he had the mackintoshes.""I dare say he did try,"replied Bearwarden,"but finding the course inundated,and knowing we should not need the mackintoshes if we remained under cover,decided to put back.The Callisto is,of course,as safe as a church.""I hope,"said Cortlandt,"no harm has come to him on the way.
It will be a weight off my mind to see him safely with us.""Should he not turn up in the morning,"replied Bearwarden,"we must begin a search for him bright and early."Making up the fire as near the entrance of the cave as they could find a dry place,so that Ayrault should see it if he attempted to return during the night,they piled on wood,and talked of their recent experiences.
"However unwilling I was,"said Cortlandt,"to believe my senses,which I felt were misleading me,I can no longer doubt the reality of that spirit bishop,or the truth of what be says.
When you look at the question dispassionately,it is what you might logically expect.In my desire to disprove what is to us supernatural,I tried to create mentally a system that would be a substitute for the one he described,but could evolve nothing that so perfectly filled the requirements,or that was so ******.
Nothing seems more natural than that man,having been evolved from stone,should continue his ascent till he discards material altogether.The metamorphism is more striking in the first change than in the second.Granted that the soul is immaterial,and that it leaves the body after death,what is there to keep it on earth?Gravitation cannot affect it.What is more likely than that it is left behind by the earth in its orbit,or that it continues its forward motion,but in a straight line,till,reaching the paths of the greater planets,it is drawn to them by some affinity or attraction that the earth does not possess,and that the souls held in that manner remain here on probation,developing like young animals or children,till,by gradually acquired power,resulting from their wills,they are able to rise again into space,to revisit the earth,and in time to explore the universe?It might easily come about that,by some explainable sympathy,the infant good souls are drawn to this planet,while the condemned pass on to Cassandra,which holds them by some property peculiar to itself,until perhaps they,too,by virtue of their wills,acquire new power,unless involution sets in and they lose what they have.The simplicity of the thing is what surprises me now,and that for ages philosophers have been racking their brains with every conceivable fancy,when,by simply extending and following natural laws,they could discern the whole.""It is the old story,"said Bearwarden,"of Columbus and the egg.
Schopenhouer and his predecessors appear to have tried every idea but the right one,and even Darwin and Huxley fell short in their reasoning,because they tried to obtain more or less than four by putting two with two."Thus they sat and talked while the night wore on.Neither thought of sleeping,hoping all the while that Ayrault might walk in as he had the night before.
At last the dawn began to tint the east,and the growing light showed them that the storm had passed.The upper strata of Saturn's atmosphere being filled with infinitesimal particles of dust,as a result of its numerous volcanoes,the conditions were highly favourable to beautiful sunrises and sunsets.Soon coloured streaks extended far into the sky,and though they knew that when the sun's disc appeared it would seem small,it filled the almost boundless eastern horizon with the most variegated and gorgeous hues.
