Space is nothing if minds are in sympathy. My uncle talked to me over
seas and lands. I felt him, heard him speak."
"You think that minds can speak to minds, no matter what the
distance--real and definite things?"
"If I were parted from one very dear to me, I would try to say to him or
her what was in my mind, not by written word only, but by the flying
thought."
She sat down suddenly, as though overwhelmed. "Oh, if that were
possible!" she said. "If only one could send a thought like that!" Then
with an impulse, and the flicker of a sad smile, she reached out a hand.
"If ever in the years to come you want to speak to me, will you try to
make me understand, as your uncle did with you?"
"I cannot tell," he answered. "That which is deepest within us obeys only
the laws of its need. By instinct it turns to where help lies, as a wild
deer, fleeing, from captivity, makes for the veldt and the watercourse."
She got to her feet again. "I want to pay my debt," she said solemnly.
"It is a debt that one day must be paid--so awful--so awful!" A swift
change passed over her.
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