PART I. THE MAN.
PART II. THE DOUBLE DREAM.
PART III. THE MAGIC SPELL.
PART IV. THE DREAM OF BETSEY CLARK.
PART V. TOM CLARK DREAMS AGAIN.
PART VI. WHAT BECAME OF THOMAS CLARK.
PART VII. BETSEY CLARK IN DREAM-LAND.
From SINCLAIR TOUSEY
By DR. P. B. RANDOLPH,
Dear Charles T——s:
Since we parted at the "Golden Gate," the weight of a world has restedon your shoulders, and I have suffered much, in my journeyings up anddown the world, as wearily I wandered over Zahara's burning sands andamong the shrines and monuments of Egypt, Syria, and Araby the blessed;separated in body, but united in soul, we have each sought knowledge,and, I trust, gained wisdom. Our work is just begun. One portion ofthat work consists in the endeavor to unmask villainy, and vindicate thesanctity and perpetuity of marriage. In this little work I have tried todo this, and believe that if the magic talisman herein recommended as asovereign balm for the strifes and ills of wedlock, be faithfully used,that the great married world will adopt your motto and my own, andbecome convinced that in spite of much contrary seeming "WE MAY BE HAPPYYET!"
To you, and to such this book is
Affectionately dedicated by your friend and the world's,
P. B. RANDOLPH.
He used to pace rapidly up and down the deck for a minute or two, andthen, suddenly striking his forehead, as if a new thought were justpangfully coming into being at the major foci of his soul, he wouldthrow himself prone upon one of the after seats of the old "Uncle Sam,"the steamer in which we were going from San Francisco to Panama, andthere he would lie, apparently musing, and evidently enjoying some sortof interior life, but whether that life was one of reverie, dream, ordisembodiedness, was a mystery to us all, and would have remained so,but that on being asked, he very complaisantly satisfied our doubts, byinforming us that on such occasion he, in spirit, visited a place notlaid down in ordinary charts, and the name of which was the realm of"Wotchergifterno," which means in English, "Violinist's Meadow" (verylike "Fiddler's Green"). When not pacing the deck, or reclining, orgazing at the glorious sunsets on the sea, or the still more gorgeoussun-risings on the mountains, he was in the habit of—catching flies;which flies he would forthwith proceed to dissect and examine by meansof a microscope constructed of a drop of water in a bent broom wisp.Gradually the man became quite a favorite with both passengers andofficers of the ship, and not a day passed but a crowd of ladies andg