n out, and suggesting that he meet her every Tuesday afternoon at three in the ladies' parlor of the old Hotel Greenwich, which lay far from m

' your money,"

rkham first," he inter

ay from her! Let me tell you, Dr. Blake, your girl's the luckiest girl in the world, and I don't care if I have to say it right into your face. If I'd had a chance to develop my mediumship straight from a great ves

n-noticing by the droop of his eyes how much she had depressed him-

n't follow the spirit guides. Perhaps that's just Mrs. Markham's weak spot. Maybe her own love affairs was ashes in her mouth. Come to think of it, I never did know who Mr. Markham was. What I'm tryin' to tell you is that yo

on't suppose that means anythin' to you, but it did to me. Big fakirs and crooks just live their lives in terror, afraid of their own shadows. They've got to be sweet and kind on the outside, and so they take out their crossness and irritation on the help. I'd rather be keeper in an asylum than cook to a burglar. But Mrs. Markham was fine-and no airs and no softness. If the spirit ever hallowed a face, it's hers. I know you don't like her, and you can't be blamed-her keeping your little girl from you! But you must have noticed her voice, how

ng," he said, "an

rofession?' say

a'am,'

' says she. 'A medium if you care to

I. 'My! I was to a

'Indeed?' says she. 'Well, I see only a few callers, and usually in the evening. I'm a little particular about bein' disturbed at such times, and I must ask you not to come below the top floor on such evenings. Ellen, the parlor maid, always sits by the front door to answer the bell.' That was a relief. I was afraid I'd have to

up this evening to see if your room is all right and if t

amed of our game, and it hasn'

ng downstairs when she had sitters. Let her catch me spyin', and the bird's gone. But last Sunday night I had a fair chance. I knew it would come if I waited. There's three servants under me-Mary the cook, who's a hussy; and Martin the furnace man, who's a drunk; and Ellen, who's a fool. I'd listened to 'em talking and I'd pumped 'em gradual, but I couldn't git a definite thing-and what the help don't know about

It seemed to me that I'd better take, just once, the chance of being reco

havin' her alone at the time. '

d if anyone come after eight o'clock, I was to step into the outside hall and get rid of 'em as quick as I could. Now let me tell you, that killed another suspicion. One way, the best way of fakin' in a big house, is to have the maid rob the pockets of people's wraps for letters an' calling cards an' such. I'd thought maybe Ellen played that game, she acted so stupid; but here I was lettin' in the visitors, me only, a week in the house. I took the coats off her callers myself and I watched them wraps all the time. Nobody ever approached 'em while I looked. She had only four sitters, two men and two women-

ing she got out of test books and memorandums, because I don't know her people or yet how much she'd had to do with them. It was the way it come out that impressed me. First place, she didn't go into trance. That's a fake to impress dopes, nine times out of ten. If you ever git anything real from me, you'll git it out of half trance. Then she didn't feel around an'

kham. It was like a sweet smell radiatin' from that room, and just makin' me drunk. It was like-maybe you've heard John B. Gough speak. Remember how he had you while you listened? Remember how you belie

or a lead, an' there was nothing doing. I tried bad habits and it was just as far away; and I give it up and was thankful I got fifty cents out of her. Well, while I sat there listenin' to Mrs. Markham, right into my mind came a picture-the old lady leanin' over a young man-her pale and shaky and him surprised an' mad

Blake's anxieties and feelings. He sat

er knew," his professional mind was thinking.

hat lin

y other way. And I feel you'll git her somehow; if not this way, some other. And the longer the wait

d, his face lighting w

d. She and Mrs. Markham ain't much apart. She looks at Mrs. Markham like a dog looks at his master, she's that fond of her. Seems to read a lot, and twice they've been out in the ev

or better news next week, not the kind of good news you'

ped in depression on his breast. Rosalie

n that to make me see your two names in a ring. And remember this, too, boy! There never was anything that turned out just the way you expected. You figure on it twenty ways. It alw

drew out a dull and anxious existence,-shot and broken with whims, fancies, all the