When I returned to consciousness I was lying in a dimly lighted-room; I felt a pair of warm lips press my forehead and heard the loving voice of my beloved Iole say: "My darling brother, how grand and noble! you did not fail this time—spirit bless you—bless us both." She had not discovered my return to consciousness; should I simulate and enjoy her caress? No, now I could enjoy it when awake. "Iole," I said, "I am better now. What is the matter? was it a weakness for me thus to be overcome?" "Far from it, brother," she replied; "the fact that you only fainted proves that your organism is highly developed and perfected; had it not been so, that key-note which unloosed the terrible powers of sound would have been your death. The next time it will have even less effect, until by and by your form will be pure sound substance. Willing to be obedient to her orders I dropped back in my bed, and turning off the light she left the room. When I awoke in the morning the sun was streaming through a large window across the room. Much refreshed I arose, and found myself in a luxuriously furnished private apartment. On a chair at my bedside was a suit of dark blue, broadcloth clothes, and lying upon them a note, which read as follows: "When ready for breakfast push the button twice; dress like a gentleman of the world.—Iole." "Whoever furnished these clothes knows my tastes, and that I am a crank on colors," I remarked, as I put on the elegant silk underwear, azure blue in color, and the immaculate white shirt with black and white interlaced triangles for studs and Chaldean swastica crosses for cuff-buttons. "They
In a few moments a side-door opened and Iole appeared with a smile and pleasant "Good-morning, brother." Stepping through the door with her I found I was in her reception-room of the day before. "Have they intruded me into your apartments?" I asked. "Not without my solicitation," she answered. "Unless you object and think it unbecoming of true modesty, we will, in a certain manner, live together from now on." "As brother and sister?" I asked. "As brother and sister," she replied. "And can I kiss you as a brother?" I ventured, as I viewed her bewitching beauty in her morning wrapper. "You can," she answered with an affectionate smile. "How good and kind true brothers and sisters are, and how very, very good are you, my loving sister," I said, as I kissed her. "Blessed be the gods of crystal water," I answered, as we took our drinks. "Next is some genuine nutrition in the substance of a bowl of oatmeal or cracked wheat." "Why, even our dietetic tastes are the same," I exclaimed, as she poured out the rich cream. "Which may explain our other similarities," she replied; "the food we eat determines to a wonderful extent the thoughts we think and our habits in general; eat foods which stimulate passions and your life will be one of passion; eat pure foods and you will think pure thoughts and lead a pure life." "But where is your strength-giving meat?" I asked, feigning surprise at the absence of an article I never used. "It is in the human slaughter-house called the world, in particular that part called Christendom; it has no place here. Meat gives strength as oil makes a fire—very hot, but of short duration. If you take enough of it, and your digestive organs can stand the strain of almost constant use, it will "And do you believe, Iole, that animals are evolving men?" I asked, seizing this opportunity to hear her ideas of evolution. "No, it would be erroneous to so state it. There is an entity in the animal which in time evolves into a human form; an intelligence which has been deeply hidden within that entity then unfolds, and a human form with a mind functioning therein is the result—in a word, man. But that which in time evolves into man cannot be said to be man until it has so evolved. There is that in man which has been through all the lower kingdoms, even to the mineral; but man, as such, never was in any of them. This is one of the great secrets of occult knowledge; through that, in them, which has been through all kingdoms, men can know all kingdoms; and not only know, but control great portions thereof, and herein is the secret of magic." "Well, do you believe that mind evolves from forms?" I asked. "It seems to me," she answered, "that I have I was about to question again, when she checked me by saying: "Our digestion will be bad if we The remainder of the meal was spent in more shallow water, and having finished she insisted on a walk among the flowers in the court. I readily consented, and for the next hour we enjoyed the beauties of nature in the court and garden adjoining. Although the natural tendency of our minds was to philosophy, for the time being she would talk only upon less serious topic's; and as I wished some general information I took advantage of this opportunity to ask her of my surroundings by saying: "Iole, may I ask you where I am?" "Certainly," she answered, "you can ask any questions, and if they are of such a nature that I cannot answer them, I will tell you so. You are at the country chateau of Count Eugene Du Bois, about three hours’ rapid drive from Paris." "And do you know, Iole, that as well as I know you I do not even know your name or nationality?" "Oh, Iole is good enough," she answered with a smile. "I have had many names in my time, but none suit me better than those of ancient Greece." "But what is your nationality?" I persisted. "Well, I have tried as much as possible to get over this idea of nationality, and probably I have to some extent succeeded. I believe in but one nation, and that is the whole earth; I believe in but one race, and that is all mankind. When I am in France, I am French; when in England, English; and likewise wherever I am. If you desire something more definite, consider me an Aryan from ancient Aryavarta. Now let that suffice; it is time for us to go to the parlor and get better acquainted with our brothers and sisters. At ten o'clock we must again appear before the king." As we proceeded along the hall toward the parlor, I asked: "And who is she to whom you first took me, known as Mme. Petrovna?" "None but the 'Third Degree' members know; she is a mysterious woman and is here, there and everywhere. She left a few days ago for England, but where she now is no one knows; she is always on hand when wanted." "And whose place was that which I was ever after unable to locate because of the glamour you threw around me?" "It is the residence of Count Alexander Nicholsky
"And do you stay there when in Paris?" I asked. "No, not since Madame left," she answered. We now entered the parlor where all were gathered together in social converse. Esmeralda was there and greeted me in her old affectionate way, and made me acquainted with her handsome partner, Henric Ulson from Stockholm. Time passed and I was unconscious of its rapid flight, until Iole came and told me it was ten o'clock and the hour for appearing before the king. Two guards were passed before we reached the hall where his room was located, and it was evident he received only those who had reason for seeing him. At last we reached a door before which another guard was sitting. Iole gave the password, but he answered that the master was engaged at present. She then took out her watch, and I saw that it was exactly ten o'clock. Stooping down she whispered something in the guard's ear; he bowed and entered the room, leaving us without. I was about to question, when she pressed her finger to her lips in token of silence. The guard soon returned and we were both admitted to an outer room, the guard telling us to wait until we were called. Taking seats by the window we waited several minutes, when an
As he asked this question I looked at Iole, and she answered: "To-morrow, Master." "Very well; you must first proceed to Berlin, then to St. Petersburg, Moscow, Vienna, Constantinople "I will, Master," she replied. "Then you may go and prepare for your departure; you are now man and wife by the sacred ties of our Brotherhood." "We witness," said the man and woman, who had heretofore been silent; then at a motion of dismissal from the king, we left the room and proceeded to our apartments. "My darling wife," I said, as I caressed Iole after we had entered. "I am your wife, and your slightest wish shall be granted," she answered affectionately; "but do you know the rules of the Brotherhood upon this relation?" "Not all. What are they, dear?" That I am your wife only as your equal, have equal rights with you in every matter, and am sole owner and possessor of my body." "I would have received you under no other considerations, and should spurn to marry a woman who would not claim equal rights with me in everything pertaining to that relation," I answered, with conviction of the justness of my answer. "I know that, my dear," she replied, "but shall we be husband and wife, or ' virgin lovers?'" "It shall be 'virgin lovers,'" I answered without "Evidently no part of your education has been neglected," I answered in admiration, recalling the luggage of the ordinary bride. "The Master wishes to see you," said the Hindu waiter, after he had served our breakfast. "Then we will go immediately," answered Iole, leading the way to his part of the building. This time the guard admitted us without question, and we passed into the room of the king. He was alone, and as we entered he drew forth from his robe a package of letters. "These," he said, "will introduce you to the imperators of the different capital groups; they are written in hieroglyphs which Iole will teach you the meaning of, and which only the initiated can understand. But even though this is the case, under no circumstances allow them to be taken from you, as anything written in this manner now will excite suspicion and lead to trouble. The first letter is to the imperial physician at the court of Berlin, the second to the body surgeon of the Czar, the third to Nicholas Penousky, Governor of Moscow; then there are letters to the As he spoke these deeply significant words he handed me a peculiarly torn card covered with signatures, only about half of which remained, saying: "Should any one, at any time, present to you the missing portion of this card, obey him as a member of the higher council and give him your full confidence." Then handing me another paper he said: "Here is a check on the Bank of France for frs. 500,000, signed by Alphonso Colono. You can get him to endorse it and the full amount will be at your disposal," he said, smiling. "We are much obliged for your kind contribution to our cause, but we have no urgent need. Some even say that, if we chose, we could pay the national debts of the world in a fortnight. However true this may be, we have no need for your money at present. The other paper we destroyed; you are now at liberty to depart. Adhere strictly to the rules given, observe well all localities, and learn all information
A half hour later a carriage was announced, and with my satchel and Iole's small trunk on top, we were soon rolling rapidly away toward Paris. Thus commenced our peculiar wedding tour. Nearly a year passed by, a year of happiness and study. Iole and I had become as one being; our tastes were similar, our desires and aspirations all alike, or tending to the same end, and a more harmonious union could not be pictured. We had visited nearly all the important capitals of Europe, and had become acquainted with the members of the different lodges who, like those of Paris, represented the most refined and intellectual people of their respective countries. The political condition of the Continent was anything but quiet; there was an almost universal uprising of a revolutionary nature among the discontented masses, and governmental circles were in a ferment. Upon all these subjects we had to keep informed, but nothing interfered with our prescribed course of training. All this time we lived as "virgin lovers"; and while married before the law and so We had left Rome and were spending the beautiful month of May near Florence, at the suburban villa of Seg. Parodi, the head of the Florentine group. One beautiful day Iole and I had been visiting the places of interest in the city; we had been through the great cathedral, spent several hours at the Loggia, and studied with delight the many wonderful paintings of the Pitti Palace. About three o'clock in the afternoon we started "Yes," replied Iole, "and do you know that his 'Inferno' is one of the most masterful allegorical descriptions of hell that was ever written?" "Yes, when correctly understood," I replied, "but what is your idea of hell, Iole?" "Hell," she replied, "is a state of conscience mind, or body; or a condition of consciousness caused by these states, either separately or together." "Then you do not consider it to be a place?" "Not in the ordinary sense of the word," she replied; "hell cannot be geographically located either on earth or in the starry depths of space. To explain further, hell is suffered on two planes, the material and the astral. The earth represents "But may I ask where this astral plane you speak of is?" "Astral matter in its pristine purity is everywhere; but that particular condition to which I refer pervades and surrounds the earth. As on earth there are great vortices of suffering and pain, so, likewise, are there vortices of misery in the astral substance; and in this sense only can the word place be applied to hell. When you die your astral self will be attracted to some vortex where the conditions exist which are most similar to its nature, just as on earth we are drawn to particular communities; but with this difference: On earth we can, if we will, leave any community, no matter how strong the attraction; but in the astral world man's will has left him for the time being, and he gravitates to where his passions and desires take him." "Heaven," she replied, "is also a state or condition of consciousness, but its invisible plane is more properly called akasa than astral." "When a man dies, then, he does not fly off to some remote star like Alcyone or Arcturus?" "He does not; his spirit simply sinks into the akasic essence which fills all space. Verily 'the kingdom of heaven is within you,' and in more senses than one." As she spoke we both turned, as by a common impulse, and saw a closed carriage rapidly approaching. Its occupant could not be seen, but as it went rapidly by Iole turned to me and asked: "Did you hear anything?" "Yes;" she checked me as I was about to speak, and said, "Write it out." As she spoke, she wrote on a piece of paper, and doing likewise we exchanged. Both had written the same words—"Report at once." Not a vocal sound had been heard, but both had heard the same command coming as from the inner throat. "A high degree brother is in that cab, and we must report at once," said Iole, as we followed in its wake. We were but a short distance behind when it drew up at Seg. Parodi's villa, and saw a tall man with a long indigo-colored cape get out and "Well, this life is duty and we must not neglect it," she replied quietly. "Duty is our law," I replied firmly, as we turned into the lawn. "And the doing of our duty brings us the highest happiness," she answered; "no matter how far apart we may be in the body, we are from now on always together in the great Soul." We had hardly entered the front hall when the stranger, who was indeed Albarez, and who observed no ceremonies, met us and without a word motioned us to follow him into the parlor. Having closed the door with the usual caution of all members, he said: "It is hardly necessary for me to produce the duplicate half of your cards or proceed to the formalities of passwords, as you both know me by sight. You are both to report immediately at Paris. Europe will be in a conflagration in a week. A train leaves Florence at nine o'clock to-night; you have four hours in which to meet it. You know your duty. Now find Seg. Parodi and tell him Albarez awaits him in his parlor." Knowing that Albarez would never talk except when necessary, Without a word I obeyed. "Don't know me," she whispered, and immediately got up and went to the far end of the car. Wondering what could be the meaning of her action, I kept my seat and looked out the car-window. The men approached, carefully scrutinizing every one they passed, and strange to say, while no such word was spoken, I could hear from within in constant repetition the word—spy! spy! spy! Reaching my seat a satisfied look came over the face of the leader and he ordered, "Stand up!" "By whose orders?" I asked with dignity. "By orders of His Majesty, the King of Italy," he answered, loftily. "And what for?" I persisted. "For a spy with secret documents," he answered, as his men commenced to feel and search my clothes. Iole by some strange power had divined their intentions, by clairvoyant sight had seen their thoughts, as it were. Would they search her also? Would I escape but to see her suffer?" Strange," said the leader, when they were unable to find what they expected; "where is the woman?" "There is his companion," said a passenger, pointing to Iole. "Search her," commanded the leader. AA HONEYMOON?