The Scar In The Moustache





This story was told to the writer by his old head-master, the Rev. Dr.

Hodson, brother of Hodson, of Hodson's Horse, a person whom I never

heard make any other allusion to such topics. Dr. Hodson was staying

with friends in Switzerland during the holidays. One morning, as he

lay awake, he seemed to see into a room as if the wall of his bedroom

had been cut out. In the room were a lady well known to him and a man

whom he did not know. The man's back was turned to the looker-on.

The scene vanished, and grew again. Now the man faced Dr. Hodson; the

face was unfamiliar, and had a deep white scar seaming the moustache.

Dr. Hodson mentioned the circumstance to his friends, and thought

little of it. He returned home, and, one day, in Perth station, met

the lady at the book-stall. He went up to accost her, and was

surprised by the uneasiness of her manner. A gentleman now joined

them, with a deep white scar through his moustache. Dr. Hodson now

recalled, what had slipped his memory, that the lady during his

absence from Scotland had eloped with an officer, the man of the

vision and the railway station. He did not say, or perhaps know,

whether the elopement was prior to the kind of dream in Switzerland.



Here is a dream representing a future event, with details which could

not be guessed beforehand.





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