The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-12-19

A. TO those mediums, said Lieuicnsn
Ca.derwood, thoughtiully, my opinion 9
that they viii take your money aud Vol
will get no information In retnrn. ney
er bad any Intercourse with them, for
have no belief ia their sbiIity TO tell yol
anything son DO not know already your
self. a friend Of mine, Captain Johns
tod the Of woman, fortune teller, VII,
made some remarkable predictions--yer,
remarkable, indeed. She sketched Gu
his whole career for him.
Who was she Where is she to bt
fouudy cried Paul, forgetting TO ssh
whether the prophecies proved true Of
uot--aud they were most ridiculoEl,
absurd aud untrue.
AZ No, 81 Popular street, said his un,l,
after several minutes hesitation.
She was TO be consulted only al nigat
Bat that was several years ago.
IN 20 aud see her tomorrow night,
said Paul. He was more nervous aAd
unsettled than usual that evening, and sat
looking in the fire Tor a long time.
The boy is ruined, sighed his mother.
Nothing will ever restore him to con.
mon sense or usefulness.
1t is a long day until sunset, said Ter
brother, quoting bis tavorite proveib.
The next night Paul put on bis over
coat just after supper, and his last dollar
in his pocket His uncle had not been 1t
home during the afternoon, Paul kissed
his mother goodbye once or twice.
Where are you going, my son;
70 make our fortune, he said gaily t.
he ran out
No. 81 Popular street was soon found.
1t was a narrow, dark entry, lighted bY
a dark red lamp, which gave a ghostl1
aud murderous light. Paul went up The
winding stairs, and found at the top {
door with placard, on which was print
ed with common pen, Madame d'Au.
brey Seeress.
Paul tapped. No answer, He tapped
again.
Enter, said hoarse voice.
He pushed the door open and went in.
The room was bare of furniture, except
another red lamp, which shed its bloody
glare over the gray walls, aud black,
antique chair in which sat a tall, gaunt
woman, She was robed in loose, fall
ing habit of black from head to foot.
Her face of W hich Paul could see little
but the chin, was deathly pale. Now
and then he caught glimpse of pair OF
keen eyes, which be thought were both
fierce and threatening.
She did not bow or rise. lie remained
standing before her. The very assump-
ton of authority which this implied i'm
pressed and awed Paul.
| came to consult you. he stammered.
The black-covered head nodded. 1t is
to explain yourself further.
Your name. is Paul Forbes. You desire
to know by what means you may obtaiu
a certain treasure.
Paul was terrified. The other medi-
nms that he had consulted had never told
him actual facts.
When do you hold seance?
Nowl in h0arse eating voice. /
need.no trumpery tables, nor cards, nor
Do you ask whether can
zee into futurity? You have scar OH
your shoulder beneath your clothes, All
wound below your knee. If |
IAN tell You about these things that 9TH
,rs'eyes cannot see, you can afford to trust
ne for the truth of whatever else | may
ay. Ask what you will and will ans
yer.
How am to obtain the treasure! said
Paul.
How should know what treasure you
neans But pause. The figure moved
ltI manu- SibNi1 " Hci luItttddg uiHtlcl-
ii for a few moments, then slowly took
down and looked piercingly at the terri
led Paul.
The pot of gold awaits for you enough
o give You fortune and power, Here
re the directions by which you are to
'btain it, she then placed a small slip of
,aper in his hand.
On these conditions, she said, in hol-
ow whisper, that YOU solve the mystery
# this paper alone. You are to receive
10 assistance in reading It; ifyou do all
$ lost. Begone; you are answered,
Paul placed his money In her out
stretched haud and went stumbling down
he stairs under the red lamp.
The next morning by daybreak be was
at the door Of his nncIe's cham
ser.
What is this; showing him paper full
# figures, lines and diagrams
Don't read il 10 me. Only tell me what
sort Of puzzle IL IS.
The Lieutenant raised himself on his
ilbow, smolhering yawn. II seems to
,e a mathematical puzzle, Paul-the de-
Of some locality, | think. |
yon'i interpret it to you. It would need
good typographical engineer to do that.
Where did YOU pick ii upt
Paul mutlered out something aud dis
A week sfter, the Lieutenant returned
o his regiment lie noticed Paul busy
very night with his mathematics and his
late aud pencil. The dream book was
aid on the shelf
Several months after, Mrs. Forbes,
writing 10 her brother said:
I have sDrnrthfug Ia tell v0n af panI