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Ruth’s Marriage in Mars
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A SCIENTIFIC NOVEL
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BY
MRS. CHARLES WILDER GLASS
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Copyright by
MRS. CHARLES WILDER GLASS
1912
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DEDICATION.
It gives me great pleasure to dedicate this book to all my readers. I
also dedicate it to my dear father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. L. R.
Perkins. To my two brothers and three sweet, lovely sisters; to my dear
friends Dr. Willard P. Burke and his brother, Dr. Benjamin Franklin
Burke and his only son, Willard Franklin Burke, and only daughter,
Millie Burke. To my husband, Charles Wilder Glass, and to my only child,
Jennie May Glass. All these dear souls have been a great comfort and
blessing to me. In my darkest hours they have thrown their sacred
influence around me. I dearly love all these and many hundreds of
others. I wish I could express in this little book my love for all
humanity. May my daughter be as great a blessing to the world as she is
to her father and mother. My earnest prayer is,
May God protect her,
Love be true to her,
Joy draw near to her,
Home a joy to her,
Health stay close to her,
Life be dear to her.
Wealth find what you can do for her;
Search your treasure house thro and thro for her.
May God and His dear angels, and our loving
Saviour guide her steps forever, is my prayer.
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PREFACE.
I am a Catholic-Psychic, and believe in the Holy Catholic Church, the
communion of Saints (this is a fact to me for I have often seen my
saints and heard them), the forgiveness of all sins, the resurrection of
the body and life everlasting. I write this little book to prove man an
immortal being, to comfort all those that suffer. My saints have proven
to me there is no death. I long to prove this to my dear readers, for it
is a fact. May this little book always be a comfort and blessing to you.
May all my dear readers have this same beautiful experience; all learn
for themselves life is immortal, life is beautiful. Please earnestly
investigate and find this fact out for yourselves—I did. If you will go
into the silence every other night and pray, then be calm, very quiet,
relax the mind and body, in a short time you will see or hear, or feel
some of your loved ones, as I have seen and heard them. After you have
heard these sweet heavenly voices, or have seen the dear faces of your
loved ones, please tell the world these beautiful facts, as our sweet
saint Jeanne d’Arc did; we can all write and teach facts now without
being burned alive. “As freely as ye receive freely give.”
Dear readers, this little romance is founded on facts. All journeys to
other stars are true. The names are fictitious. The gist of this story
is all true. It is wicked to write a lie, even in a novel. This book is
written to inspire more love for each other. May we all love one another
more, comfort others as our Saviour and His angels have loved us. As you
read this book please remember I love you all dearly. God rules and
watches over you; He sends your loved ones to comfort and protect you.
Please try to always bear this in mind, and may you always be happy and
contented. If you wish to develope your souls, and keep in harmony with
God, you must keep sweet, cheerful, prayerful, and love one another.
Love, Divine love, is the secret of salvation. So pray for love, peace
and happiness.
THE AUTHOR.
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CHAPTER I.
’Tis heaven alone that is given away;
’Tis only God may be had for the asking.
—Lowell.
It was a lovely twilight evening at Lytton Springs, India. These famous
springs were very high up in the Araville hills; Mandavee was the
nearest city, situated on a small island in the Arabian sea. The great
red sun was slowly sinking as the bells were ringing the Angelus from an
ancient Hindoo temple. The sacred chimes pealed forth melodiously, the
sweet sounds echoing forth the harmony of those bells. Inside of this
ancient temple sweet incense was burning on a beautiful golden altar. A
dark, handsome prince and his family were praying around this sacred
altar. Here they would often see beautiful visions of angels and their
loved ones who had died in this same faith years ago. This faith was a
strange, mysterious, mythical religion, handed down from the ancient
Indians. It was a mixture of Catholicism and Hindooism. The Prince and
his family were highly educated and great musicians; they were all great
Psychics, and often spent hours in this old temple praying. They lived
in constant communion with their saints, who constantly watched over
them and protected them. At the other side of this altar a strange
veiled princess was silently praying. After sunset they all left the
temple with bowed heads. They went to their summer homes in the hills.
Sita, the Prince’s only daughter, felt sorry for the lonely stranger and
invited her to their lovely home in the mountains.
“May I ask the name of my lovely hostess?” asked the lonely stranger.
“My name is Sita, dear. My father is Prince Cresto. We spend our summers
here in these lovely mountains. Won’t you please come home and spend the
evening with us?”
“I, too, am a princess from Southern Egypt. My name is Princess Kezia.
If you love me, just call me Kez for short.”
“I fell in love with you at first sight, Kez. Please come and dine with
us this evening. Come just as you are!”
“I will, dear Sita, for the hotel seems so far away. Sita, what a dear,
lovely home you have way up here in the hills.”
“Father and mother, this is Princess Kezia. Kez, this is my father,
Prince Cresto, and my mother, Princess Mara; this other young gentleman
is my brother Persus; he has just graduated at Delhi as M. D., and now
has charge of a large sanitarium here at Lytton Springs. Kez, he is also
a mental healer and many come just to get well mentally. He has great
success in healing the body through the mind. He and my father have a
large class at the sanitarium just to develope the soul.”
“Doctor,” said Princess Kezia, “I would love to join your class. I came
to these hills just to develope the soul.”
“Princess Kezia,” said the doctor, “we have a small class to meet here
in our library tonight—some are here now. I will let you sit here in
this big easy chair close to my own, so you will not be afraid.”
In a few minutes the large library was filled with lovely, refined,
highly educated people. The library was lighted up with many candles,
held in lovely gold candlesticks. These lovely gold ornaments were
handed down from one generation to the other.
These dear friends formed a circle with their chairs. They held each
other’s hands, and sang and prayed, then all were silent for a few
minutes. Suddenly there were many strange lights, the lights looked like
stars; some had many colors. One light near the doctor and I was a soft
blue, another red, another yellow. The blue light came close to me and
grew larger and larger. I saw in this wonderful light a lovely angel,
all in white. By this time my fear had left me. I looked up and asked
her name.
“My name is Hope, dear Kezia, I have been with you for years. Always
loving and protecting you. It was I that influenced your mind to come
here, just so your band of angels could develope you. Kezia, dear, are
you willing that we should?”
“Yes, Hope, I am very anxious.”
“In order to learn we must study hard, and get in perfect harmony with
our Father, who is all mind. We get into harmony by work, by prayer, and
doing His Divine will. Prayer without works is in vain. Great love to
others brings great reward. My dear, keep very busy and cheerful. Take
better care of your health; illness, melancholy, and idleness is the
cause of most crime, sorrow and suicide. All rich should hire more help,
study more, encourage universal farming—farming is a beautiful art. A
lovely home on a perfect little farm is heaven on earth. Kezia, dear
child, I must let others talk now. Try to remember every word that is
taught in class by these dear angels.”
Another bright angel of light spoke next. He was a tall gentleman, over
six foot, wearing long flowing robes.
“Dear friends, all honest work is beautiful and elevating. We should
encourage and uplift all work. In Venus, where I live, farming is the
most popular art; a farmer is just as good as his banker, he should be
treated so by all classes. All farmers should be highly educated, and go
into the very best society. In all higher planets, farmers are the
aristocrats; they are all true Christians and live up to the Golden
Rule. In seeking real happiness we must first realize we are all one
universal family; all part of God, all made in the image of God. We are
all Divine, as long as we keep in harmony with Our Father. We must say,
‘Thy will be done,’ before we are His children. We can’t live without
Him. It is getting late and you all need sleep. We will repeat the
Lord’s prayer and retire.”
Princess Mara put her arms around Kezia and invited her to stay all
night. “Kez, you may sleep with my daughter, so you will not get
nervous.”
Sita and I slept soundly until sunrise.
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