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She had instructed the professor
to permit the spirits to approach the
old man that night, this heing the
method adopted to pique and stimu
late the curiosity. So while the pro
fessor, attired in flowing robes, ca
pered about the assemblage in the
dim light for the benefit of most of
the audience, eliciting exclamations
of awe by his shrewd "fishing" proc
esses, Mr. Karpen saw no spirit of his
At last, the spectators filed away,
but the old man lingered. Presently
he was alone with the woman, the
medium being presumably entranced
within the cabinet
"Now, Madame Ida," he said "I
came here to see the spirit of my son
and I generally get what I want in
"Ah, Mr. Sharpen up, the spirit
tells me your name is Carp? thank
you, Karpen you see, it is difficult to
get the spirits invariably at the first
attempt. Spirits are like human be
ings. They are just as suspicious as
we folks are. They, too, want to be
sure that the parties who call on them
are the real parties- The astral in
"Would $50 bring up my son's
spirit for me?" asked the old man
Madame Ida's mouth watered. Fif
ty dollars! That was just the sum sher
had longed for. Even a medium is
human and she had seen a spring
suit but why prolong the story?
Madame Ida thought that the spirits
might be induced to bring up -his son
not, of course, for the money, but
because of his faith.
"It's faith that counts, you know,"
she said. "Do you want the sitting
at once, Mr. Karpen?"
She pouched the $50 and went into
"Professor, the old fool's stayed to
see his son," she said. "Don't be
scared to go out to him. I've got the
flfftr and ho -urnn'fr trv suit rrrntrh-
house business, I guess."
Old Mr.- Karpen, seated alone -in
front of the cabinet saw a luminous
cloud upon the floor, which slowly
changed mto the form of a spirit It
was a tremulous spirit, for the pro
fessor was more ill at ease than he
had been in many a day.
"Here is your son, Mr. Karpen,"
said the medium softly. "Don't touch
him. He isn't fully materialized yet,
and if you were to lay hands on him
the astral influence might project an
elemental in his place and snatch him
"Father!" whispered the tremulous
wraith. "You wanted to see me, far
ther. 0, how glad I am! You didn't
treat me very well when I was in the
world of fleshly phenomena "
"I know I didn't, Percy," answered
old Mr. Karpen.
"How is Edith'?" inquired the
"Oh, intolerable" answered the old
man. "At least, she was the last time
I heard of her. How did you die,
"I am not dead," said Percy with a
sob. "I have passed over into the
summerland as the result of a blow
on the head, delivered "
"In a saloon, Percy? How often
have I warned you "
"No, father. It was a quarrel In a
freight car. I was working my way
home to you to implore your forgive
ness when the brakeman found me
and struck me on the forehead. I
was stunned by the blow and pitched
forward over a bridge on to a jagged
rock in the river bed a thousand feet
below. When I recovered conscious
ness I was in summerland. Father,
have you cared for Edith?"
"Why4 no, Percy," answered the
old man. "I told you not to get mar
ried until you found a job. I didn't
feel called upon to support Edith.
But I understand she has a steady job
at a dollar a day as a seamstress."
"Then" listen, father!" cried the
ghost passionately. "I swear to you
that unless you take Edith into your
home and cherish her I will haunt you
for the remainder of your days. I