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The FIFTH DIMENSION
By Clare Winger Harris

Author of: "The Miracle of the Lily," and "The Menace of Mars."

"Ellen, it was the 8:15, and I have been on it in the other cycles of time. I know it now."

What makes a premonition? It seems to be a proven fact that some people, some time, have a feeling of dread of an event about to occur, which they, themselves, cannot explain.

Very frequently, also, it happens that one has the impression that some time in the dim past, there was a similar occurrence. It happens to many of us when we visit a strange place that we positively know we have never seen before or have never been near. Yet, we feel that we know it quite intimately, and there is something about it that makes it quite familiar to us.

What brings all this about? What is the answer to those most puzzling phenomena?

Our well-known author advances an ingenious theory on the subject in the present story.

I

Ihy, this has happened before!" I cried as I poured my husband a third cup of coffee.

John laid down the morning paper and shrieked with laughter.

"I'll say it has, and it's liable to happen again tomorrow morning! Did you ever know me to drink fewer than three cups of coffee at breakfast, Ellen?"

"Oh, you don't know what I mean," I responded, a trifle irritably. "I have reference to that feeling that we all have occasionally; that the identical set of circumstances that surround us has existed before in some remote eon of time."

"Fiddlesticks!" ejaculated John as he set down his empty coffee cup and folded his napkin. "I'm going to get my car started, as it takes so long these cold mornings."

In which unsympathetic mood he donned hat and overcoat and disappeared through the kitchen door. A second later his head was thrust through the reopened door, and a jovial smile spread over his features.

"Say, Ellen, it strikes me as I go out to get the old bus, that this has happened before," he called back to me.

"Something else will strike you," I cried playfully picking up an empty cup.

He dodged in mock consternation, then his face grew earnest.

"But seriously, my dear girl," he said, "I hope you aren't getting to believe in all that rot about soul trans-

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