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PAGE FOUR THE daintiest fragran- ce of flowers, the ex- otic scent of exquisite French perfumes, add to the delicacy of the toi- lette. We carry the rarest and best odors. "Charmingly Different" ST. CATHERINE HOTEL BEAUTY PARLOR Phone for Appointment AL. WILSON [ INVENTOR) AL. WILSON TROLLING SPOONS and SPINNERS "BEST BY TEST" 693 Mission St., San Francisco Your Wants Smoothly Attended To at the ATWATER HOTEL HOP "As Good as the Best, Better Than the Rest" BILLIE PRICE, Proprietor ' Sumner Avenue, Avalon, California Curios and Souvenirs Look for the Sign of The Big Curio Store H. D. blacRae Co. DO YOU PRIZE THAT MAGAZINE OR BOOK? They will last much longer if they are bound in a neat cover~ and that Radio Journal, or record, can be'pre- served for future reference. How about that old prayer book or Bible ? Does it need a new cover? Let the /slander do it for you. Write to the Catalina Light Tackle Club, P. O. Box 14, Avalon, California, for information about sea angling. "Keep Avalon a Spotless Town." We pledge our help! f--7 w ] I Painting, Decorating I [ 201 Metropole -Avenue I L , Avalon, California d PAGES FROM A CATALINA JOURNAL (The following are extracts from "Pages of a Catalina Journal," which is the title of one of the chapters in a book entitled "Light and Life From Above," published by Solon Lauer in 1896. Interspersed in the matter de- scriptive of Catalina will be found the theories of the author concerning met- aphysical questions.) (Continued from last week). Spirits of the Night-Wlnds. August 4. -- I awoke last night, some time after one or two o'clock, probably, and drawing the curtain of nay door I stood looking out over the bay, where the waning moon, now in her last quarter, was pouring frowp her golden urn a stream of light upon the rippling water. Lights gleamed in the rigging of the steamer and the yachts that lay at anchor in the bay, and a few stars overhead peeped down as if to greet me, the child of fancy, arising to look at my native world. Why is it that night and the twilight and the dim glow of the morning sky have ever possessed such a charm for poetic minds ? Is not the tay beautiful ? Is not the Sun-king glorious in his regal robes ? Are not the hills and valleys glorious in the poured-out light of the noonday sun ? Yes, but the night and the morning are more beautiful, be- cause then the dim light awakes the creative energies of the soul, and to tile world before her she adds another world of her own creation, filled with the creatures of her own fancy. What fairy creatures inhabit that mystic world that lies just beyond the horizon of this one, when out of it the golden moon arises, to bring trooping in her trainthe airy nymphs of the upper sea! Star-lights are the torches of fairytroops, marching or dancing to the music of the winds. The moon is their sun, and on its beams they ride through the misty air, chanting their glad songs. Spirits of the night-winds, sweeping your harps with delicate hands, sing to me the songs of memory"s mystic strains. Out of the darkening past arise fine phantoms of things that were; the joys of youth, the expecta- tions of boyhood, the joyous visions of the future years. Sing to me those strains, O spirits of the night-winds, and let your harps be tuned to sweeter notes than any I have ever heard from instruments of earth. Let the golden harmonies of the morning stars, sung in the early dawn of creation's day, become the themes of your celestial music; and let the notes ring out npon the still night air to charm the ear of listening earth. I hear the mumnur of the waves upon the beach, I catch the whisperings of the wandering breeze, sporting with his fairy love, the spirit of the morning star; I hear the ntur- tour of the night's mystic voices, ris- ing on the stilly air; I catch faint echoes of a starry music, compact of all the aspirations of the souls of men, rising to join the harmony of the spheres; I know the melodies of the sea, the earth, the air; I have heard them all , chanted by the waves, the winds, the branches of the trees; I know that there are fairer melodies than all of these, melodies which the soul of man doth hear when with a reverent ear he listens-at the open gates of heaven; ~ k~ow fl~at melodies are throbbing on "the air Which never soul of ntan hath heard, and I would fainl be blessed ~ith'i some faint echo of these strains, sing, then, my spirits of the still night-winds, and let me hear the melodies which fill the soul with joy untold. I would hear the music which can charm the soul from all allegiance to the grosser things of earth; which, leading heavenward with its witching strains, doth draw the soul still onward, upward, to its native air. The nmsic of the soul, 0 spirits of the still night-winds, I would have you sing to me and charm nay ear from all the sounds of earth. I listen for that music day and night, uplifting heart and mind to catch its faintest echo on the air; I know that it is sweeter than the sounds of waves upon the beach, sweeping the ninny stringed lyre of the sands; I k.~ow that it is sweeter than the music of the winds, playing their symphonies in the boughs of trees, or in the tangled meshes of the waving grass; I know that it is one with those sweet notes which I have heard at twilight's mys- tic hour, when all the spirits of the day are sinking into sleep, and nature draws the misty mantle of the night around the bed of earth. I know that it will chime with those sweet notes which I have heard upon the morning air, when first the light of dawn doth waken in the east, and tint the sky with colors of the soul; those notes to which the birds do listen before they tune their pipes to play the first glad symphony of opening day. The,fair- est notes w.hich I have heard, when with the heart strings delicately tuned I listen to the faintly throbbing music of the world, are course and harsh to that sweet music of the soul which you can sing, 0 spirits of the night- winds; and therefore would I hear those golden notes, compact of all the sweetest tones of heaven. Sing to me, then, and let your harps of moon- beams be attuned to sound a fit re- frain. My soul is listening, and my heart is still. I see your light-draped forms flitting anmng the shadows of the crags, and sporting with the shift- ing mists f see you trailing streamers of the dark sea-weed among the wave- kissed rocks. I see you floating in the drifting clouds, your garments gleam- ing with the moonlight's golden touch. ] know you well, 0 spirits of the still night-winds, and know your songs are sweeter than the fairest songs of earth. Sing to Ine, then, and let my soul be charnted to follow where you lead. With chords of melody I would be led by you to fairest, lmrest skies, where all the visions of the soul are real, and things are what we dream; where joys of which the soul hath hints in hours of inspiration have a real abid- ing-place, and all is harmony and love. These visions of the soul, fair spirits of the still night-winds, are all ntadc real in those fairy realms to which your nmsic leads. Sing to me, then, and let my soul be charmed to follow you, in all your airy flights. Over the rolling sea, around the towering cliffs, where flying spray makes music 'mong the rocks, over the mountains with their wreaths of clouds, toward the golden gateway of the morn where on the shores of day the waves of mystic space do roll and break, there would I follow you, even to the farthest shores of Time, where the eternal mists are gathered, glowing in the breaking light of heaven's dawn. Sphere-Music August 6,--I sit in solitude on the beach of the, great sea. Around me are only the works of nature. I seem to be living in the very morning of the worl& So always doth communion with the spirit of nature annihilate Time, and restoreman, out tff his (Continued on Page 5, Column 2) THE CATALINA After Every Meal It's the eonleetlon you can --and It's a to Ilestion and a lot the and teetla. WHgley's benellt ae pleasure- MANY ATTRACTIVE AlqP HANDSOME KIND5 ISLAND PHARMACY CO. 417 Crescent Avenua f FOR EVERYONE . 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