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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 son. 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 this world." "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 fluence " "Would $50 bring up my son's spirit for me?" asked the old man eagerly 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 the cabinet "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 away." "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 ghost. j "Oh, intolerable" answered the old man. "At least, she was the last time I heard of her. How did you die, Percy?" "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 mmmmmmmmmm