ht; a deep cut for luck. U-um. The nine of hearts is your wish-and right beside it is the ace of hearts. That means your home, dearie-the spirits don't lie, e

nd leaned her broom across her knees when she sat down to receive the only t

adness an' rejoicin' right next to the ace, which is your home. Now that might mean a little home of your own, but the influence I git with it is so weak I don't think it mea

e's eyes were

a raucous voic

answere

l day redding up them r

Hattie. Rosalie Le Grange ma

e whispered. Forthwith, they fell t

igure; even the lace at the throat was clean. Her long, fair hands, on which the first approach of age appeared as dimples, not as wrinkles or corrugations of the flesh, ran to nails whose polish proved daily care. Her hair, chestnut in the beginning, foamed with white threads. Below was a face which hardly needed, as yet, the morning dab of powder, so craftily had middle age faded the skin without

shows is goin' to call. I see you all whirled about between 'em, but I sense nothin' about how it's goin' to turn out-land sakes,

d Hattie, stopping wit

when they want to talk. Now you just hold that and think over it, dearie. No more for you to-day." Rosalie busied

ast time I done straight clairvoyant work, it was in a family hotel with three rooms and a bath and

of a pillowcase, spoke bold

put yo

onsidered the arrangement of the

pet seances were doin' too well to suit that lyin', faki

the pillow into place,

see." Rosalie bustled about, putting the last touches on the roo

d her head

entleman,

Rosalie. "I'm-I'm kind of expectin' a gentleman visitor I don't want to see yet.

trying to make artic

And he's dressed quiet but swell.

ie had taken it for granted that all women knew,

specially,"

ering up quickly. "The gentleman I don't wan

er center table and composed her feature

to stall. There's nothing as hard

ed, "nothing to bite into." His shapely clothes bore neither fraternity pin nor society button; his face was comparatively inexpressive; to her attempts at making him chatter, he returned but polite nothings. Only one thing did she "get" before she assumed control. When she made him hold hands to "unite magnetisms," his finger rested for a moment on the

ed that his face, while turned upon her in

ming of Laughing Eyes, her famous Indian child control-"I wonder if I've got to tell

here by guttural gurglings; then

nd at this point, Rosalie took another look through her eyelashes. She had touched something! He was leani

it Wilfred

ever a spirit to take immedi

s has got lots to do for a 'itty girl-" Rosalie had essayed another glance as she spoke of the ring. It brought no visible change of expression; and from the success of her shot with Wilfred she knew that this

burbled again, an

hich had been gently titillating Rosalie's sense of smell made a sudden connection with her memory, Iodoform-the faintest suggestion. She linked this perception with his appearance of having been freshl

says when they're in danger they can't do too much for the doctor,

t the patient," falt

ay in translation, while Rosalie took another glance of observation, and thought rapidly. Was this patient a medical or surgical case? Two chances out of three, surgical; it would take remorse and apprehension over a mistake with the scalpel to drive a medical man medium-hunting. Her glance at his hands confirmed her determination to ventur

rusted her papa-ugh!-he big Chief. He here now! Your pap

et out an agita

Those in the spirit controlled your hands. Wilfred says 'three'-oh-oh I know what Wilfred means-ugh-ge

th, she let the voice of Laughing Eyes chuckle lower and lower. "Good-by!" whispered the control at length, "I'm goin' away

hope the sitting

er the young man'

standpo

when you come in, that the influences wasn't

y-seven varieties of mediums in the course of this experiment, and you're the first to jump at the widest opening I gave. I am a physician. I've put iodoform on my handkerchief every morning to prove it. I've been listed six times as a commercial traveler, twice as a con man, eight times as a clerk, three

akery?" But despite her stern lips, in Rosalie's cheeks played the ghost of a pair of dimples. The

n with congenital astigmatism could see that you're a good fellow.

t insultin' a lady in her own house and disgracin' her crown of mediumship

Grange," he said, "I have been sudden. Would you mind my

d as though to arrange her hair, two fingers extended-the sign in the Brotherhood of Professional Medium

iness worth to you?"

and now she made no secret of her dimples. "If we wanted to water our mediu

erhaps the twinkles in his eyes were never more obstreperous-"how mu

ifty dollars a week." She smiled on him now openly. "You're a doctor. I don't have

aned forward and clapped Rosalie's shoulder with a motion that had nothing offensive about it-

e. She sat bolt upright. "There a

a business basis,"

t. If you're pumpin' me for evidence, it

I'm willing to admit that the spiri

ou was pawing for my pulse," pursued Rosalie, dropping her defences all at once. Thereupon, Roman haruspex

wastin' your money. There's enough that's fake about this profession, but I know two mediums I'd stake my life on; barring of course myself"-here Rosalie sm

; though had she thought it over maturely, she would have realized that she had never got into trouble through her tongue. Her trained instinct for human values led her i

rsued, "are you a

with spooks in my life until this week. I did it then because

? What for? Has she got a c

Then he hesitated and for the first time faltered. A light b

ss troubles. So the trouble's your heart and affections! It's that big-eyed blonde niece of Markham's, of course. Well

man showed r

ou know?"

couldn't find anybody else to fall in love with around the M

sponded, "I'm Beppo

the compliment, and

know about her; we all do. She's just like Mrs. Fife. The Psychic Researchers have written up Mrs. Fife, but they ain't got half of her. They miss the big things

some of us it's a big streak an' with some it's a little. I was pretty big-pretty big. Things happen; voices and faces. Things that are true right out of the air, and things that ain't

iled her eyes with her lashes, a

ain't quite sure whether guessing did it, or spirits. I've glimpsed the ring on a girl's left hand, and right then my voices have said, 'Engaged!' Now was it me makin' that voice, or the spirit? I don't know. But when you begin to guess, you find how easy people are-how they swallow fakes and cry for more. As sitters go, fakin' gets 'em a lot harder than the real stuff. An' before long-it's easy-you'

a sitter they can't sense nothin', because the next sitter will get the real stuff-the stuff you can't fake. Mrs. Fife is that way. I've seen her work and I know. I know just

ike it was sworn to on the Bible. It's when they say somebody has the real thing. Because mediums is knockers, and when they pass out a bouquet

he was regarding Rosalie Le Grange somewhat as a

" he

octor in the world?"

pose," responde

ce to stay in his office a

ded hi

cour

salie Le Grange, "an' now that I'm gettin' on in years I'

again clapping her rounded shoulder

quets," responded Rosalie Le Grange, "th

given up gue

ed peony. Mme. Le Grange picked it up and took a stitch or two. Her head bent over her

somethin' for other people. You have to have a kind of religion to tie to. Mine is unitin' and reunitin' lovin' hearts. Of course you're saying that this is a lot of foolishness. Never mind

about Miss Markham

l in a cosey corner chat," said Rosalie Le Gran

e mustn't marry because it would destroy her powers? That she's been taught to b

ch is why I'll be safe in goin' into her house-she won't recognize me. Probably she's kept some fool notions that the rest of us lost long ago. But the poor little puss!"-her voice sank to a ripple-"the poor little puss!" Her eyes grew tender, and tenderly they met the softened eyes of the young man. "Just robbin' her of her g

to think of,"

then I prove to the girl that it's all bosh about her not marrying. I can't give you no encouragement as far as exposin' goes, seem' 's

ill advertise for a housekeeper. I suppose you can play ho

," responded Rosalie, "it's k

hree or four ser

enjoy it; I never h

et the place from th

ough to git me a plain job, it hasn't

young man. "Shall I pay you now or later

en the job's got," answered Rosalie

or ten years. Here I've opened my whole bag of tricks, and your

an reached

" he said a

Blake, Curfew Club,

ropped, and

w-h

everything I know to a stranger. Now don't get silly an' think from this marvelous demonstration that I've been givin' you a con talk. It's just a lesson not to

he morning, a messenger boy woke Mme. Le Grang

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