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horrible Charnieuse woman, a dread
ful greedy Impostor'
"Have you any letter that your
mother ever -wrote?" asked the young
The girl reflected. 'Tes. Father
showed her one of my mother's let
ters on.ce," she answered, "I believe
I can get It for you."
"One mdre question. Is it possi
ble for ypa to bring me to one of
these seances?" asked Harry.
"Why, of course," replied the girl,
"father is delighted to have people
broughtj-if-he thinks he can convince
them. Only; you see the Charmeuse
woman is too cunning to write" those
communications when anyone else is
She brought Harry the letter the
following day, and it was arranged,
that he should call thetfext eyening
at the house,, where a seance was to
be hekj. "
He dOOldvUOt-avoid some trenfrin-
tion wiiefr'b!ewas shown into the
room. Me. Ilawrence. the old lawver.
was seated, ft his chair, and, near
him, A creature-in a black frizzled wig
with a pat of singularly penetrating
grey eyes which, turned bn him, ap
prizing him at once that the Char
meuse Was onguard, and that there
would be no "communication" worth
"Father, thisJs my friend Mr. Fen
ton, who is anxious to study spiritu
alistic phenomena," "said the girl, in
"I am pleased to meet you, sir,"
said the deluded old man, rising and
extending his hand warmly. "Ma-
dame Charmeuse, permit me to pre
sent Mr. Fenton. Yes, sir, we are in
a position to know beyond doubt that
the dead return, to manifest them
selves by the hand of the livings You
' are acquainted with automatism?"
"Not yet," said Harry. r
"It is not likely that you yourself
will' receive a communication at
first," i said Mr. Lawrence. "It takes
time to make the spirits aware that
you t are here. But if you conceit-1
1 trate hard' you may assure yourself
that you will draw pure spirits' down
to these earth-bound regions but let
us begin-," he ended, taking his seat at
a small table,
The "Medium" followed suit with
poor grace, and, a sheet of paper hav
ing been placed under her hand, and,
a pencil beside it, the lights were
It was creepy Harry "acknowledg
ed that. But the thought of Miss Lucy
had somehow .become an inspiration
to him. He felt that he must save
her fortune from the grasp of the,,
harpy opposite him. Once his hand
met hers and he ventured a silent
pressure of good-will. He thought it
was returned before the girl drew
"I'm going into a trance," an
nounced Madame Charmeuse. "J'm
going going hello folks!"
The last was in a tnn, squeaky
voice which made Harry jump in his
"That's Joey, the Indian boy," ex
plained Mr. Fenton. "He always
comes to announce who is present.
"We can't do much tonight," said
Joey. "The spirits won't write. They
say there's an unbelieving presence
here which- is antagonistic to their
"Isn't either of my wives there?"
asked Mr. Lawrence.
"Yep, they're both here, but they
say they can't write," said Joey.
"Dear me, I am sorry I am antag
onistic," said Harry.
"You get out!" squeaked Joey.
"You've got no business here, and
yo know it."
Papa, perhaps it would be better
'to turn up the lights," said Lucy
quickly. And the lignts, turned up,
showed Madame Charmeuse just
coming out of her doze:
"Did anybody come " inquired the
"No," said the old lawyer. "The
influences u were antagonistic, Joey
said they couldn't "
"What's this?" cried Harry, snatch-
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