The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-08-16

and see thes clairvoyant advertise
ments in the paper every day"
"As to these mediums" said Lieut.
Calderwood, thoughtfully, "my opinion
is that they will take your money snc
you will get no information In return
have never had any intercourse with
them, tor have no belief in their abili
ty TO tell you anything you do not al
ready know yourself. A friend o.
mine, Capt. Johns, told me of a woman
a rtune.teller-whom he consulted
here as to his future life, who made
some remarkable predictions-very re-
markable indeed. She sketched out
his whole career for him."
"Who was she? Where is she to be
found" cried Paul, forgetting to ask
whether the prophecies proved true OF
not-and they were most ridiculously
absurd and untrue.
AT No. 81 Poplar street," said his
uncle, alter several moments hesita.
ton. "She was to be consulted only
at night. But that was several years
ago."
"Tll 60 and see her tomorrow
night" said Paul. He was more nerv-
Gus and unsettled than usual that
evening, and sat looking in the fire for
long time.
"The boy is ruined" sighed his
mother. Nothing will ever restore
him to common sense or usefulness"
1t is a long day uutil sunset" said
her brother, quoting the favorite pro-
verb.
The next night Paul put on his
overcoat just after supper, and his last
dollar in his pocket. His uncle had
not been at home during the afternoon.
Paul kissed his mother good.by once or
twice.
" Where are you going, my son p
:" To make our fortune" he said,
gaily, as he ran out.
No. 81 Poplar street was soon found.
Beside it was a narrow, dark entry.
lighted by red lamp, which gave out
a ghostly and murderous light. Paul
went up the winding stairs and found
at the top a door with a placard, on
which was printed with common pen
"MADAxE y AUBREY, SEEREss."
Paul tapped. No answer. He tap.
ped again.
Enter I! I" 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. and a |
black, antique chair, in which sat tall,
gaunt woman. She was robed in loose, |
falling habit of black from head to foot. |
Her face, of which Paul could see little |
but the chin, was deadly pale. Now
and then he caught a glimpse of pair
Of keen eyes, which he thought were
both fierce and threatening.
She did not bow nor rise. He re-
NAMED standing before her. The very
of authority which this i'm.
,lied impressed and awed Paul.
Il came to consult you," he STAN.
nered.
The black-covered head nodded. cit
s unnecessary for you to explain your.
elf further. Your name is Paul Forbes.
You desire to know by what means you
nay obtain a certain treasure
Paul was terrified. The other medi-
inns that he had consulted had never
old him actual facts.
"When do you hold seance?"
Nov" said hoarse, grating voice.
l need no trumpery tables, or cards,
r machinery. Do you ask whether |
an see into futurity? You have scar
N your shoulder beneath your clothes,
nd an unhealed wound below your
nee. If can tell you about these
hines that other eyes cannot see, you
an afford to trust me for the truth of
1hatever else l may s y. Ask what
on will, and will answer"
How am to obtain the treasure ?"
aid paul, trying % speak boldly.
"How should l know what treasure
on mean? But pause" The figure
loved her hand slowly to her forehead,
for few moments. then took
slowly down, and looked piercingly at
be terrified Paul.
1.-THE pot of gold waits for you enough
D give you fortune and power. Here
re the directions by which you are to
btain it," She placed a small slip Of
aper in his hand.
Con these conditions" she said, in a
ollow whisper, "that you solve the
,ystery of this paper alone. You are to
eceive no assistance in reading it; if
on do all is lost. BECOME! you are an
wered."
Paul placed his money in her out
Lretched hand and went stumbling
own the stairs under the red lamp.
The next morning by daybreak he
as knocking at the door Of his uncle's
hamber.
"What is this 7" showing him paper |
nll of figures, lines and diagrams.
Don't read it to me. Only tell me what !
,rt Of a puzzle it is" u
The Lieutenant raised himself on his {
bow, smothering yawn. ut seems
, me mathematical puzzle, Paul; the !
iscription ofsome locality, l think. III