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THROUGH his colored spectacles
Dr. Furnlval! regarded the excit
ed man before him calmly.
"Dr. Gerrlsh has already consulted
me about your wife's remarkable case,
ha eald. "o I know the salient points
of It. But. of course, before seeing her
I should to glad to learn Its history
from vou as you suggest. But be brief.
for "
His companion put-up his hand sud-
Mniv A series of screams, laden with
. the mortal terror of a "human being
. h.ir.t unon them from somewhere
i ...nin to fill to Its farther
reaches the lofty and splendid hall in
which the two were Btandlng. There
was but one light visible among the
shadows which, as It gleamed' softly
here and there on a marble statue,
scintillated veilly on some gilded pic
ture frame, or sullenly burned on a pol
ished bit of ancient armor, served
carcely more than to exaggerate the
. somber gloom of the place and amplify
in the Imagination its already huge di
mensions. In such vague, mysterious
. surroundings the screams, startling
enough In themselves, were awesome
and with a cold shudder Mr. Harish
hastily drew the doctor into one of
the reception-rooms ana swucneu un
the lights.
"She has been that way at intervals
for . months." he whispered excitedly
He was a fresh looking man -of 50, of
lla-ht coinnlexlon and regular teaiures,
In whose face the dominant expressions
were those of the acumen and reserved
fnrra which we associate with the
hio-hlv successful captain of industry
The gray eyes held the possibility of a
merciless glitter In their uncompromis
ing deaths, the narrow brow seemed al
ways jgst about to gather in a frown,
the lips beneath the thin, bristly brown
' mustache were firm to rigidity,' and the
.chin, square and solid, was relieved
from an appearance of downright bru
. tallty only by vertical cleft In the
middle, resembling an overgrown dim
ple. Some slight suggestions of soft
ness lay In that, and, of all his feat-
urs, in that alone. But at this mo
ment it was evident, despite his nor-'
mal atmosphere of impassivity, that he
maintained a fair degree of composure
only by great effort of will, and as he
spoke he sank heavily Into a chair as if
in urgent need of Its support lor nis
trembling- body.
"It -won't take two minutes to tell
you what I wish to." he continued, in
a low, hurried voice, "and it seems
necessary to your understanding of the
v case. It Is as a hypnotist only that
you ' can be of service here. Medicine
we have tried in vain. The trouble
began one night last Summer. She had
been ailing for some time, and we
" couldn't find out what the matter was,
except that ft was of a nervous nature,
when on this night she startled me out
of a sound 3leep by screaming sudden
ly. I thought at first that it must be
sn attack of nightmare, and began to
shake her; but she shrieked louder
than ever.- So I sprang up and turned
on the lights. Then t saw that she
was cowering down in bed, with star
ing eyes, screaming as you have just
heard her doing and flinging her arms
about over her head as I have seen
boys fighting bees. When the light
flashed up she threw ma a terrified
look and dived under the bedclothes,
still fighting and shrieking. It was
terrible, terrible! To be afraid of
"What explanation did she make
then or afterward? Any?"
"Only that she was frightened and
felt a pain, as if a nail had been driven
Into her brain. "When tha doctor came
he pronounced it a case oC clavus hys
tericus nothing so very serious, he
said. But It has proved serious enough.
Two or three nights out of every week
since then she has had one of these
spells. I have called in the most fa
mous physicians. No use." He shook
his head dc&pondently. "Though all of
them say the same things about the
disease and prescribe much the same
treatment, she doesn't improve. They
do not reach the malady, whatever it
Is. It was Dr. Gerrish who told me of
you and your hypnotic power, which he
said was marvelous, and advised me to
call on you. He said he was convinced
ihot at bottom the trouble was mental
rather than physical, and that if a cure
: were possible you were the man to
work It."
"Does she talk with you freely about
her case?"
"Ah, that is one of the incomprehen
sible mysteries!" he cried, rising ex
citedly and pacing a few steps rapidly
back and forth. Then he stopped with
his hand on the doctor's shoulder. "She
won't talk about It with anybody," he
whispered. "She altogether shuns the
subject; will not listen to a word of It.
It is the strangest thing in the world.
The most that can be drawn from her
is a 'no' or a 'yes' In answer to some
insistent question put by the doctor
who happens to be in attendance. But
me she seems afraid of me! She
shrinks whenever I approach her. 1 I
can't understand it. Why. Dr. Furni
vall. I love her. She Is all I care for
on earth. She has always looked to
me for everything. Our married life
has been ideal, but now now "
He broke off suddenly, in order to
hide an emotion of which he was ap
parently ashamed he presented his
back to the doctor, and, motioning over
hi shoulder for him to follow, mount
ed the wide staircase to the floor
above, without another word.
The doctor found the slckrom a
large and magnificently appointed
chamber, blazing In his splendor of a
cluster of electric lights which de
pended from the ceiling In the center. !
In answer to his questioning look; Mr.
Harish whispered:
"She Insists on that. The least sigft
of darkness frightens her, even al
though she tries to keep her head un
der the bed clothes, as you see now. It
its strange. She must have either full
sunshine or those lights. I don't dare
to go in with you. I'll wait out here."
A trained nurse and a helper were in
the room, whom the doctbr, after a few
words with them, motioned to leave
him alone with the patient.. Then, re
moving his glasses, he advanced to the
sumptuous bed, in which he could see.
the outlines of a human form beneath
the coverings, which rose, and fell
slightly with the spasmodic breathing
of the sufferer." The ecreams had
ceased, and the only sound to be heard
was the melodious ticking of a small
gold-cased clock on the mantel.
"Mrs. Harish!" he said, touching tlje
counterpane where it was drawn
smoothly over the bowed head.
She sprang up with a low cry. He
caught the gleam of a white, pretty
face, with lines of weakness around
the mouth, a pair of blue eyes, the
normal expression of which mufit be
extreme mildness, but which were now
fixed on him in a glare of fright, and a
tangle of blonde hair. Then she turned
frantically and sought to crawl farther
down into the bed. but he put out his
hand quickly, gently restraining her.
"They can't hurt you any more," ha
said.
"Who? What do you mean? What
do you know about them?"
Her voice, was quavering and high,
and, flashing a. swift, scared look at
him, she tore at his supporting arm
with her hands. "Let me alone! Oh,
let me alone, or I shall die!" she
gasped.
"I know all about them. I have met
and overcome them more than once be
fore this, and can do as much for
you now."' He held her as gently as
he might, but firmly, and began mov
ing around so that he could gaze Into
her eyes. "I am here to help you," he
continued, when he had accomplished
this. "You are suffering persecution;
a persecution, too, that is easily
stopped. I will stop It for you. Look
at me, Mrs. Harish! Do you know me?"
His gaze held her. The staring eyes
grew less wild, a momentary wonder
crept Into them, then their natural
mildness reasserted itself, 'and finally
this mildness was replaced by a rapt
fixity of Introspection. With a sigh of
relief she put her hand into his, say
ing: "You are a physician. I suppose. No,
I don't know you. But I feel better.
Thank you."
He withdrew his arm, and, still hold
ing her eyes steadily, arranged the pil
lows so that she could recline com
fortably, facing him as he sat at the
bedside.
"Now, Mrs. Harish," he said, "carry
your mind back to the night on which
you were first seized with these at
tacks. Why did you scream?"
"The room was full of spirits who
were beating me with clubs," alie an
swered, without emotion.
"Are you what is called a spiritual
ist?" "No; but my husband is, and he
wishes me to believe, too; and these
spirits, I have always thought, beat me
for my obstinacy."
"Did anybody ever tell you that they
would do so?"
"No; but I have heard of such things.
Nobody knows anything about their
coming to me. I have never dared tell
even my husband. I have endured
everything since Mr. Jelliphenson died.
For a long time I was horribly torment
ed, and at last, when he himself came
to me in the dead of night at the head
of a host of frightful Bhapes, all of
them armed with clubs Just like his, I
could not stand it any longer. I think
I lost my mind "
"One moment. Who is Mr. Jellipher
son? Begin at the beginning and tell
me all about it."
"Mr. Jelllpherson was my husband's
friend a spiritualist. He had an uncanny-look
and a harsh, rasping voice
that made me shiver with fear when
ever I heard It. I could not bear him,
and UBed to hide f i)m him when he
came here, as he often did. He brought
mediums, who got messages from the
spirit world, and that frightened me.
I could not endure to think of being
surrounded by an army of invisible
shapes who were watching me. Influ
encing me, knowing all my most secret
and sacred thoughts. I cannot tell vou
how the fancy of such things preyed
on my mind. It was maddening even
to hear them talked about. But I loved,
my husband, and, knowing that he be
lieved, and most earnestly wished to
continue doing so, would. not pain him
by confiding my trouble to him. It
might estrange us; and, besides, some
thing the spirits. I thought prevent
ed me from speaking of them to any
body. So I hid my fright and pretended
that I had no objections to the meet
ings; that I found them merely amus
ing.
"But Mr. Jelllpherson saw my antip
athy and resented it, not openly, but
In various covert ways. Once he had a
toy club made of some rare wood, in
laid with jewels, and gave it to Mr.
Harish for a watch charm, telling him
It should typify his spiritual attitude.
It was no use; he said, looking at me,
to try to talk sense to unbelievers.
People were so stupid that the only
efficient argument was a good club.
With thnt, he said, one could silenca
opposition by knocking brains out, even
if one could not convince by knocking
brains in. Though this was said Jest
ingly. It seemed very wicked to me. I
knew he half meant It. My own creed
was love. I said nothing, but it made
me wretched, for I saw that my hus
band agreed with his friend In his ag
gressiveness rather than with me. It
was as if a something of evil growth
had been planted between us by Mr.
Jellipherson, and I dreaded him more
than ever. Then one evening, during a
discussion, Mr. Jellipherson, who was
nearly 70, solemnly promised that if he
should dip before my husband, which
he WK3 likely to do, he would prove
indubitably to him and the world that
a dead man's spirit can return to earth.
In what manner he should do it he
couid not tell, but it should be In a
way that must destroy all doubt for
ever. And that promise was the real
beginning of my trouble. I saw that he
really believed, and somehow it made
me believe, too. From that day I began
to fancy shapes in the air, hear ghost
ly whispers and feel the presence of
evil spirits crowding me in my room,
not only at night, but sometimes in
the daytime as well. My health suffered
and soon we went abroad for change
of climate. Scarcely had we arrived In
Paris when we received a letter from
home informing us of Mr. Jeilipherson's
death and. more than that, that his last
words had .been a message to Mr. Har
ish,' telling, him he would surely keep
his promise. - Then, to cap the climax
of horr.ors. the toy club disappeared
from my husband's watch chain!
"What I began to suffer then no
words can describe. It was the spirit of
the dead man that had removed the
club, that was certain; we agreed on
that, and all that had gone before was
as nothing. But I still managed to
conceal my fright from Mr. Harisft. For
two weeks we remained In the hotel,
never ceasing to search for the lost
club, expecting all the. time we knew
not what, when one day my husband
In great excitement burst in upon me
with an open letter In one hand and
the little club in the other. The letter
was dated and postmarked 'New York.'
It was this every queer word of it is
burned into my brain:
"'My Dear Hari3h: It was me that
got - your club with my spirit hand,
and t's me sending it back to you to
prove what. I promised. Now do you
believe and know? Because you got to,
and can't help it. Go to the medium
that sends you this, for you ain't strong
enough to meet me in the spirit world
yet, but he is, and I will tell you many
strange and glorious things through
this great medium. Don't mind this
grammar. There am t none nere; we
have greater things to think of. The
note' was signed, 'Yours in the Spirit
World, Jellipherson.' Below was the
medium's address, with an explanation
by him of the conditions under which
tne message was received, and an urg
ent invitation to Mr. Harish to .call
upon him.
"There was but one possible meaning
to all this now. Mr. Jellipherson had
kept his word! It was proved beyond
all doubt. Nobody but we tfiree had
ever known of the promise, of the gift
of the club or of its strange loss. And
it was returned to us from America
only two weeks after having disap
peared in PariE! Perhaps that man
even at that moment was watching me,
close at hand; in the air, hovering,
malevolent, on the point of revealing
himself to me in some unearthly shape!
How I controlled myself is a constant
surprise to me. -but I did so; and, see
ing that Mr. Harish was in a fever of
desire to consult the medium, I pro
posed that we return to New York in
order that he -might have his wish. I
felt better at home, I told him, than
anywhere else; and I knew' I should
fee! safer. So we Mme back. Mr.
Harish hastened at once to the medium,
and was more than satisfied. He told
him many, things which nobody in the
world or out of it knew, except Mr.
Jellipherson. Still, made no sign of
the torments I experienced. I managed
to refrain from shrieking out as my
husband gave me these positive proofs,
but from then on I grew worse and
worse. The slightest noise sent me
nearly into hysterics. I saw plainer
than ever horrible shapes. in the air.
They came to me and gibbered, making
threatening gestures, leering at me,
and touching me with their shadowy
fingers; and finally, when one night
Mr. Jelllpherson himself appeared, as
I had always known he would do. at
the head of a legion of others like him,
all of them with great clubs after the
pattern of the toy one. and began to
beat me. I knew I must give up. I
could suffer no longer in silence. Some
thing in my brain snapped, a sharp pain
pierced my head, and at the top of my
voice I screamed and hid beneath the
bedclothes. But they followed me even
there, and continued to beat me. They
follow me always now at night, so that
in the morning I am literally covered
with black and blue spots from their
clubs. See! My body is like that all
over."
She bared her arms to the shoulder,
holding them up pitifully for his inspec
tion. They were beautiful arms, round
ed, white, perfect. He was not obliged
to remove his eyes from her own in
order to see that, of the bruises men
tioned, there was no trace throughout
their lovely length!
"And you never told your husband a
word of all this?" he asked evenly.
"No. I could not. The subject distracts
me. I have tried to speak, but the spirits
prevent me. All 1 have been able to do Is
to try to call his attention to the bruises
by showing him my arms; but he does
not even, see them. I don't understand it.
It makes me afraid of him. It Is as if
he were against me. on their side, not
on mine, and refused to accept any evi
dence of their hostility (o me would
resent my accusing them of this horrible
thing."
He arose and rearranged the pillows.
"That is enough, Mrs". Harish," he said.
"Lia comfortably down again and free
your mind of all uneasiness. You shall
never be troubled in this way any more.
The persecution shall be stopped at once.
I am going to bring you a visitor, and
when he comes in you must not cover
your head, but, on the contrary, you
must listen to every word that passes
between him and me. Will you do this?"
"But you are not going to leave me
alone?" doctor, I can't "
He was not holding her eyes now, and
sh started up in fright.
"No." he assured her; "you shall have
all the company you want, and all the
light. Feel no fear whatever. I know
just what to do in this matter, and
from this moment you are safe." .
He called in the nurses, and. after giv
ing them his' Instructions, sought Mr.
Harish, who was in the hall. At sight of
the doctor be ran forward eagerly.
"I heard her voice." he whispered. "If
is wonderful that you could get her to
speak. What did she say? Can you do
anything for her?"
Without a word Dr. Furnlval led the
way down stairs to the reception-room.
Here he resumed his colored spectacles,
motioning to his companion to sit facing
him.
"Mr. Harish," he said, "I can certain
ly restore your wife to sanity and health,
but only 'on condition that you aid me.
at no matter what cost to your senti
ments or hopes or even beliefs."
"I I don't understand," he faltered
anxiously. "Certainly," he continued. "I
yould do anything In the world for my
wife, and as for beliefs, how can one
change them? Proof is necessarily con
vincing, and" ,
"It is proof that I am going to give
you." the doctor interrupted. I am
merely providing against any shock you
may reteive in that proof. I might pro
ceed without letting you know what I
propose, but as your, aid Is necessary. I
will not ask.it of you without warning
you of the results in advance. Mrs.
Harish Is suffering from a not extremely
rare kind of delusion regarding the spir
its of the dead, and in order to restore
her to sanity and health, and make the
cure permanent I shall be obliged to con
vince not onjy her, but you, of a certain
truth which will startle you. It Is for
this that I wish to prepare you."
"I don't think anything would shock
me that will cure my wife." said Mr.
Harish. with a touch of resentment in
his tones. "And my mind is certainly
open to cpnvlctlon as much as any man's.
Proof is all I want, of anything. If it is
spiritualism you are hitting at." he went
on, rising in sudden excitement, "if
you can bring stronger proofs against
it than I have for It I'll drop it at once,
I promise you. But you .can't do' it. I
know! I know by proofs 'so perfect that
even you, if you only dreamed of them,
would be as strong in the faith as I am."
Dr. Furnlvall proceeded tmperturably :
"In every walk of life, in every art.
profession, science, trade, religion, or
society, there are some persons who are
wise in their way, and some foolish;
some honest and sincere, others dishon
est and Insincere. In most cases It nat
urally happens that, by outsiders, the
class Is Judged by the lower ranks, by
the fools or Impostors, rather than by
the true disciples, for it is they with
whom the outsiders come most in con
tact, and hear most about. And it is
the foolish or the evil, not the wise and
good, that the uncultivated delight in
spreading, because of their superior qual
ities of excitement. In spiritualism as In
everything these ranks exist of course.
But it is not in spiritualism that I am
interested now, whether it be true or
false, good or bad, or indifferent. What
I am intent upon is to cure Mrs. Harish,
and as you are sure to be staggered by
the very medicine that will effect that
cure, I think it right to prepare you for
It., rather than to lead you unconsciously
on to it.
Mr. Harish seized his hand.
"Forgive me. doctor." he said contrite
ly. "I am scarcely myself. I don't know
how it is, but that subject alwavs trrl
taLes me out of my normal state. The
thing seems so plain and Indisputable
to me. and Its opponents are so obtuse
and unconvinolble! I thought you were
an enemy at first,, but I see you are not
Come, tell me what ' to do. I'll . follow
your directions to the letter. Shock out
of me whatever you will, tut save her"'
"That is more like it. Now wo can
start understanding. It is all very sim
ple and easily arranged.' In the first
place It Is necessary for me to convince
you not only of my ability to hypnotize a
man. but also that in doing so I use no
influence upon him except to draw from
him the truth of the matters about which
I question htm. I put no thoughts, and
can put no .thoughts, into his mind, but
can and do compel him to speak the
true thought which is already In his
mind. Do yo follow me?"
"That is not the usual notion of what
hypnotism Is," said Mr. Harish interest
edly. "No, it is not." returned Dr. Furnlval
dryly, "It is my ' notion, and since it Is
with my notion that we have to do just
now. that is the one we will consider I
will tell you the secret of it in two
words, as the French say. It is impor
tant that -you should understand It
It is simply this: A man of good intelli
gence who will, instead of pursuing mere
ends, mere results, as is the usual way
of men; who will bend all his efforts up
on abstract truth regardless of private
gain; who is unbiased by expediency,
driven neither by debt nor credit, nor
friends nor foes, nor Ignominy nor fame
nor riches nor poverty, must set up in
his body a flow of forces unknown to
and undreamed of by the ordinary hu
man being. This is at once believable to
any good physician, for we all of us
know that the thoughts of the mind in
fluence the body more or less, and that
the longer or the shorter a certain
thought Is held and dwelt upon the more
pronounced are its effects on the body
containing it. especially in the more mo
bile parts, as the face and eyes. Fear
shows there at once, and so does anger
and joy and pain and weakness and vig
or, and so forth; and any thought per
sisted in for a sufficient length of time
will result In a settled change of appear
ance there. The eyes, when normal, are
the most sensitive, most mobile, most
expressive register of the owner's
thought that he , possesses. It is there
probably that every thought of our
minds finds its surest and quickest' ex
pression. Consequently, to hold continu
ally to the desire and thought of pure
unadulterated truth, never to be swayed
from that stand by any possible consider
ation, is to evolve an eye altogether dif
ferent from that of the ordinary man
who is continually sacrificing truth to
expediency. In fact, as I have learned
by research and experiment, an eye so
formed becomes, for every human being
who looks Into it. a sort of physical-mental
magnet, drawing from him even
though he tries with all his powers to re
sist, such truth as he has in him on the
suojecc suggestea to mm at the moment
He couldn't lie to save his life. That is
the kind of hypnotism I possess. Does it
seem piain to you? And is It reasona
ble?" Mr. Harish. for the first time since the
Interview began, so far forgot his trou
bles, in his interest, as to smile.
"I think the theory is first rate." he
said, "but can you declare that, in the
midst of all your professional cares,
from your early struggles onward, up to
the famous position you have made for
yourself, to say nothing of the necessity
of expediency in your practice today, you
have held to the pursuit of abstract truth
as strongly as all that?"
"Does it seem so impossible?"-
"To me, yes, I onfess it does," Mr.
Harish returned somewhat dryly. "I ara
certain that in my own case six months'
adherence to abstract truth, as opposed
to expediency, would ruin me outright.
And I. must believe it is the same with all
of us. I am as upright as anybody, and
I feel obliged to think that other people's
methods, if they are successful, do not
differ materially from my own. In fact,
I know they do not."
"That is. you would rather see the eyes
and experience their quality than to con
sider a mere theory about them?"
"Well, yes." Mr. Harish spoke with po
lite reluctance. "I do not question your
theory." he added hastily. ."It seems logi
cal and reasonable. But to practice it! If
it can be carried out: If any man can
succeed as you have done amid all this
hurly-burly and ' wild scramble for dol
lars, still maintaining a constant desire
for the abstract truth of every one of his
transactions, refusing even to think of
expediency as opposed to that truth, why.
then I I should indeed be glad to receive
some proof of the fact that could not be
disputed."
"And nothing but that sort of proof
would satisfy vou?"
"I think not."
He looked curiously into the thick col
ored spectacles, but could see only an
outline of the eyes behind them.
I wear these glasses." said Dr. Furni-
vail, observing the scrutiny, "whenever
do not wish to pry into a man's mind and
force him to say what he would rather
keep to himself. In fact, I wear them al
ways on ordinary occasions, for without
them- I could not help hypnotizing everybody-
who should look into my eyes, even
despite myself."
As he spoke he removed the disfiguring
disks, wiped them carefully, and slipped
them into his pocket. Mr. Harish started
nervously. But he immediately controlled
himself, sitting with a half smile around
his mouth.
"I am going' to give you the indispu
table proof you require." said Dr. Fur
nlvall. gazing him steadily In the eye.
"Is there anything in your mind that
you would tell nobody, something that
wild horses could not draw from you?"
"T don't know. Maybe there is."
"Well, you are going to tell it to me.
Not only that, but you will write it down,
so that you may be absolutely convinced
that you have told It. Will that satisfy
you that I do not put anything into a
man's mind, but simply draw out a truth
already in it? It is necessary for you to
comprehend this distinction."
He passed a pencil and a leaf torn from
his notebook to Mr. Harish.
The gentleman took these smilingly, but
the steely gleam that one is always sus
pected to be lying asleep awaiting occa
sion in his gray eyes leaped to alert life,
the chin grew granite like and squarer
than ever, the body stiffened, the breath
came hard. He was nerving himself for
the trial. ,
"Go ahead," he said, grimly. "I don't
know the game, nor what you're after,
but go ahead."
"The game is to cure your wife. And
what I am after is to give you a sample
of the medicine that will do it. For you
are a man who will believe in nothing
without material proofs, and, once having
been given what you, in your finite, falli
ble mind, consider to be proofs, you are
convinced beyond all doubt until a
stronger proof to the contrary is forced
upon you. It would be of little use for
me to raise Mrs. Harish to a condition
of health and sanity without teaching you
a certain kind of caution of the very ex
istence of which you seem unaware, a
caution respecting the acceptance of ma
terial proofs as conclusive in all cases;
for without this caution you would Imme
diately begin sending her back again. To
a man of your self-sufficiency, who has
amassed J100.000.000 in 20 years, the teach
ing will doubtless turn out to be some
what drastic: but, if so. it is your lookout,
not mine. It Is on your own demand.
. Now, what is that thing in your mind
that wild horses could not draw from
you? Answer and write!"
Mr. Harish had summoned all his ener
gies to resist. His face flushed and paled,
his muscles grew tense, he set his jaw
like a bulldog and clinched his hands., his
teeth gritted like grindingstones. In vain.
It was the old, old struggle brute force'
against science, selfishness against love,
one against the combined strength of
skilled humanity. The conclusion was
foregone. His eyes, fixed upon Dr. Furnl
vall as if nailed by some invisible power,
gradually took on a more settled appear
ance, passing from the steely to a ner
vous-laughing expression, to soberness, to
earnestness, -to peacefulness, and, finally,
with the doctor's closing words, to deep
introspection. Immediately he began to
write, awkwardly, without seeing the pa
per, pronouncing each word slowly as he
set it down, conscious only of certain
truths in his own soul.
"1 perjured myself in court yester
day on the Brand case."
"Very good, to start with! How much
did you save out of it or maker'
"I may make two millions."
"Charming! That admission would be
enough to convince most men; but what
you ask is real proof, Indispensable proof,
something that nobody but yourself could
possibly suspect. What Is the first lie
you ever told for money?"
"I can't think."
"Too long ago. eh? When you were very
young? You began almost at once, prob
ably. What was the first mean thing you
'did for money after you were 21?"
"I fraudulently got and foreclosed a
mortgage on Widow Gage's home
and made four thousand dollars
which set me up In business."
"What is the latest thing of the kind
you have done, aside from the perjury?"
"This morning I closed a deal
that will practically ruin my ' late
partner's-children."
"There are. besides, many other trans
actions of yours that you would not ac
knowledge to a living soul, aren't there?'
"Yes."
"Well, tell me one mora, and that will
do."
"I swore off three million in taxes
in the city."
"That's enough," said Dr. Furnivall,
putting on his spectacles. Mr. Harish
sat Immovable an instant, and 'then be
gan to gaze around as if just waking
from sleep. His eye caught sight of the
doctor.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, with a jocularity
somewhat forced, "I remember. I didn't
doze. It' was the hypnotism, wasn't it?
Ha. ha! How did it come out?"
Without a word Dr. Furnivall pointed
to the paper In "his hand.
He examined Its appearance curiously
at first. Then he read the writing, read
it again, then stared at it in unbelieving
horror. A long minute he stood with
bowed head, his face the hue of chalk.
Slowly he tore the leaf into minute frag
ments, thrust them into his vest pocket,
shivered, pulled himself together sharply,
and, with the steely gleam in his eyes,
looked at the doctor.
"What are you going to do about it?"
he said. His voice was as If his mouth'
were full of sand.
"You are forgetting our business. Still,
since you ask Is that Widow Gage yet
living?"
"Yes." . ,
"In poverty, of course?"
. "Yes."
"No doubt some action in that matter,
and at once, recommends itself to you?"
"Yes."
And the children of your late part-
ner-
-Club.
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"Yes."
"Very well. We will say no more about
these things unless it should become nec
essary. They are for you to settle in
your own way. My purpose at present
is to restore Mrs. Harish. How long he
fore you can have that medium here the
man you have been consulting about Mr.
Jellipherson? Can you telephone to him?"
Mr. Harish (measured him darkly. His
face was very red now. . he gnawed his
lip "nervously, his mustache bristled,- his
fingers opened and shut, and ho breathed
heavily.
"I can get him very shortly, if you
wish It," he answered at last. "But Is It
necessary to bring him into the matter?"
"It is. He must come at once. Mrs.
Harlsh's cure depends on him. I am go
ing to her now, and when he arrives show
him up immediately, for It Is there that
I wish to see him."
"Ah, that's It. is it? I suppose I now
know what you want. But you can't do
it. He shook his head, with a touch of
a cynical smile around his mouth. "Y'ou
can't do it," he repeated. "I know."
But as the doctor turned and without a
word looked at him be added, "Well, it
you insist." And he went to the tele
phone. A half-hour later a tall, slim man of
30, with curling black hair, staring eyes,
in which a wild gleam, flitted furtively,
and dark mustached face, came Into the
sickroom with Mr. Harish. Dr. Furnivall
immediately removed his spectacles.
"Business looking up?" he suggested
pleasantly to him.
The tither returned his gaze with a
stare, and" then seemed inclined to shift
his regards In the direction of the bed.
where Mrs. Harish lay peering fearfully
above the covers. But he only moved his
head slightly. His eyes remained fixed
on the doctor's, staring harder and hard
er. After some hesitation he answered:
"No; we don't do much. Truth Is ton
high for people. They won't come In.
They don't want it. Money is what they
want and fashionable clo'es the women,
anyway."
H gave a little, hasty, deprecating
laugh, and moved Ills feet about awk
wardly, as one unused to conventional so
ciety. But his eyes never left the doc
tor's. "Yes, but aren't there ways of starting
people up, attracting their attention, mak
ing them wish to come to you and pay
for your services?"
"I dunno what you mean." He said
this grievedly, as if he took it as a reflec
tion of some kind on himself; but even
as he spoke Dr. Furnivall saw the famil
iar, introspective expression pass into his
eyes. He asked at once:
"Where did you get that little ornamen
tal club which you sent to Mr. Harish?"
"My sister gut It for me," he replied
readily.
."Where?"
"She took it off'n Mr. Harish's chain
one night in Paris."
"Who is your sister? How could she
get it?"
"She is Mrs. Harish's maid, and is with
'em all the time."
The Technique of Baseball
IT was at a professional baseball game
in Philadelphia. On the great tiered,
half moon benches 5,000 people made
so slight . a showing that one heard
their number with surprise.
Only the bleachers were full. Vhey,
with their solid alternation of coats
and faces, looked like a dark blanket
thickly polka.dotted with dingy white.
Up !n the second story of the grand
stand, where you pay 75 cents and
don't care who knows it, sat rank aid
fashion, indicated by the preesnce here
and there of flowery hats. That the
wearers of the hats were familiars of
,v, would have Impressed even
a detective, for when a stray ball hot
from the bat shot straight in among
them, striking the boards with a iear
some crash, not a shriek, not a squeal,
scarred the tense silence of the throng.
Down' on the floor below, in the very
front row, and Just beyond the screen
behind the bat, sat a woman who had
never seen a ball game before. Beside
her sat a friend.
You pay only 60 cents in the lesBer
glory, but you really see better than
from anywhere else, and you really feel
that you are one of us. Flowery hats
count for nothing there. All distinc
tions sink unnoticed under a happy
haze of ball.
The woman had been curious to see
the National game and the friend had
been obliging.
"But." he had asked, "will you have
it college or professional? The dif
ference Is that collega teams sometimes
play real ball, while professionals play
it always."
"Now, don't try to explain things,
said the woman virtuously as they set
tled into their places. "I know what a
nuisance it would be. Just watch the
game and enjoy yourself, and let me
look."
And yet she asked questions. Ques
tions like: "They don't run very well,
do they? What makes them fall down
so often when they stop?'" Or "Why
does he make such angry faces at that
other man with the muzzle on his
head?"
Next her, on the other side from the
friend, sat a red headed youth, alone;
a youth of proletariat, liberal minded,
gregarious. The fate that gave him
that day no raata had been unkind. He
suffered for some one to talk to.
The first time that the friend an
swered a query of the woman's with
'I don't, know" this young man sun-
plied tho facts from an evident spe
cialist's depth of information. He did
it shyly knuckling his hat still further
back from his freckled brow, shifting
There was the sound of a startled
movement In the bed.
"Keep perfectly quiet, Mrs. Harish,"
cautioned the doctor. "All you have to
do is. to. listen and understand. Mr.
HariEh, go to your wife. Sit on the bed
and take her hand. Now." he continued
to the medium, "tell me about that trans
action. Why did you do it? And how
did you do It? Begin at the beginning."
"Wal," he answered, "of course I try
to git the names of ail the people I caii
that's anyways interested in spiritual
ism, specially the rich ones and them
that's well known, and find out all about
'em that I can. so's I can answer their
questions If they come to me. Ikeep a
list of 'em. and all about 'ero, and have
their pictures, so's I'll recognize 'em and
can tell 'em things they thought nobody
knowed of. When my sister said Mr.
Harish had mediums come here I told lier
she must git him for me, so she listened
to everything they said, and read their
letters, and found out a lot of things,
and all about that club and Mr. Jeilipher
son's promise to come back from the
spirit world, and I told her to git the
club and send it to me if Mr. Jelllpherson
died "
Another hasty movement and an
ominous exclamation rose from the bed.
"Keep perfectly quiet. Mr. Harish," said
the doctor. "And you, Mrs. Harish, listen
now attentively. Have you." he con
tinued to the medium, "ever known
spirits to btat anybody?"
"Tha ain't no such thing, hut it's
cur'us a lot of women think they do,
women that's nervous, and them that's
Just begun to b lleve, but don't want to,
and fight as.ifnst It. They git scared and
see things that ain't there, and think tha
spirits Is mad at 'em and hutlng 'em.
I've had 'em come to me and show me
their arms and neeks so I could see the
bruises, but tha never worn't no bruises
there. They Imagined 'em, 'causje their
mind was set that way."
"Do you believe that the spirit of a
dead person can communicate with the
living?"
"I dunno. I never had none communi
cate with me; but great men. collega
professors, say they tan. and I 'spose they
know better'n what I do."
"In fact, then, while you believe thera
may be honest mediums, who possibly re
ceive communications, you yourself are a
medium for business only, and all these
messages which for years you have pre
tended to receive from spirits, including
those, you pave Mr. Harish purporting t'l
be from J.-llipherson, were made up by
yourself for the purpose of getting
money?"
"Yes, sir."
Dr. Furnivall turned to the bed. to a
singular tableau. Mrs. Harish, the light
of a great joy in her face, her eyes
streaming with happy tears; was reach
ing out her arms to her husband, whila
lie, plainly torn between two powerful
emotions great love for his wlfa and bit
ter, overwhelming anger toward the me
diumstared first at one, then at the
omer, and finally at Dr. Furnivall."
his cigarette hard aport, and with ills
eyes unswerving from the game.
But he might never have spoken,
might never have existed, for all tha
recognition the friend vouchsafed. Tha
friend was no snob, but lie considered
that youth excessive in local color when
one had a lady in charge.
Again and again it happened. A less
genial one would have . congealed. .BuC
the red headed one too truly abounded
In good fellowship easily to believe In
an Intention to rebuff.
Nevertheless, he felt a certain some
thing, and his remarks grew rarer and
more rare. The woman was sorry.
But this was the friend's party, and lie
knew best.
Tha game progressed. Innings waxed
and waned. Then came a moment when
the visiting pitcher, given heretofore to
pyrotechnic sweep and velocity in hla
play, stood suddenly motionless with
the ball held close before his face.
Seconds flew, and still ha stood, with;
never a shift from that queer attitude.
"What Is he doing? Whatever can
he be waiting for?" cried the woman,
now keen after the idea of the game.
"I'm sure I can t guess," answered
the friend.
The red headed youth stirred un
easily. Mental stress showed in the
very twist of his shoulders.
He had meant not to speak again But;
this-was too much! His resolution
shook and fell.
Ostensibly apostrophizing the pitcher
toward whom his face was turned, but
with liis mouth so wrenched awry that
it spoke straight into the woman's ear
he jerked out. deep and hoarse, this
brief, enlightening truth:
datAbail!"yU' MasKle! Stop "lttin' on-
All the Old Favorites.
From the Louisville Courier-Journal.
There are no binls in last year's ne-ts
artown the flood of years.
Maud Muller on a Summer's day lay dyinr
In Algiera.
Man wants hut little here below thv cold
gray crags. O sea!
'Tis sweet to hear the. watch dag's bark
crosa tna aands of Dee.
At midnight In his guarded tent, when all
but him had fled.
Lifeless but beautiful he . lay, the bivouao
of the dead!
Paat Fomenoy, past Pontenoy. to hasteninr
Ills a prey.
Under a spreadlnr chestnut tree my fond-
o fluids UCiBf.
Sl was a phantom nt delight that man,
. was made to mourn.
The ntfi. will never grind again; only flva
grain or rn!
Oh. come Into the garden, M&adlL iLnd list
unto me tol!
Of how Horatliir kept the bridje whea
" Kosciusko fell!'