The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-08-20
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| very true, SAID ms uncle.
They were both silent for while, the
lieutenant smoking, and Paul turning over
the leaves of his book with feverish
haste, glancing up now and then, furtively
at his uncle.
"What first put this matter in your head
Paul2"
az don't know. We really need money
so often. And then Fred Parker told his
stories of Kidd's treasures, and see these
clairvoyant advertisements in the paper
every day.
As to those meuiums," said lieutenant
Calderwood, thoughtfully, "my opinion is
that they will take your money, and you
will get no information in return. l never
had any intercourse with them, for have
no belief in their ability to tell you any
thing you do not already know yourself
A friend of mine Cap. Johns, told me of a
woman, fortune-teller, whom he consult
ed here as to his future life, who made
some remarkable predictions, very remark
able 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 or not
and they were most ridiculously absurd
and untrue.
"At No. 81 Poplar St., said his uncle,
after several moments of hesitation. "She
was to be consulted only at night. But
that was several years ago."
"I'll go and see her tomorrow night
said Paul He was more nervous than
usual that evening, and sat looking in the
fire for long time.
"The boy is ruined, sighed the mother.
Nothing viii ever restore him to common
sense or usefulness"
"' 1t is long day until sunset" said
her brother, quoting his favorite proverb.
The next night Paul put on his overcoat
just after supper, with 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?
"To make our fortune" he said, gaily,
as he ran out.
No. 81 Poplar St., was soon found
Beside it was narrow, dark entry, light
ed bya red lamp, which gave ghostly
and murderous light. Paul went up the
winding stairs, and found at the top a
playcard, on which was written with pen,
MADAME p'AUBREY, SEEREss"
Paul tapped. No answer. He tapped
again.
center ~ said hoarse voice.
He pushed the door open and went in.
The room was bare of furniture, except
another red lamp, which shed it's bloody
glare over the gray walls, and a black an
tiq ue chair on which sat a tall, gaunt wo-
man. She was robed in loose, falling
habit of black from head to foot. Her
face, of which Paul could see little of the
chin, was deathly pale. Now and then he
caught a glimpse of a pair of keen eyes,
which he thought were both fierce and
threatening.
She did not bow nor rise. He remained
standing before her. The very assump-
ton of authority which this implied inn
pressed and awed Paul.
"I came to consult you," he stammered
The black-covered head nodded. at is
unnecessary for you to explain yourself
further. Your name is Paul Forbes. You
desire to know by what means you may OBJ
| 4os do,
Paul was terrified. The other mediums
whom he had consulted had never told him
actual facts.
"When do you hold seance?"
"Now," in hoarse grating voice. 81
need no trumpery tables, or cards, or ma
chinery. Do you ask whether l can see
into futurityP You have scar on your
shoulder beneath your clothes, and an un-
healed wound below your knee. If can
tell you about these things that other eyes
cannot see, you can afford to trust me for
the truth of whatever else may say. Ask
what you will, and will answer"
elbow am to obtain the treasure P''
said Paul, trying to speak boldly.
Chow should I know what treasure you
meanP But pause. The figure moved her
hand slowly to her forehead, muttered for a
few moments, then took it slowly down,
and looked piercingly at the terrified Paul
"The pot Of gold is waiting for you,
enough to give you fortune and power
Here are the directions by which you are
to obtain it," She placed small slip ol
paper in his hand.