The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1877-09-15
ANOTHER SPIRITUALISTIC
RACKET.
Brigham Young's Spirit Soft Soaps
n West Aide n edi nm.

Another medium has appeared IN our
midst, and yesterday a Tribune re-
porter visited the lady at her residence
on the West Side. The same old story
resulted. The medium had 'em; she's
got EN- yet, and she's liable to keep 'em,
Judging from the following, which has
been told before, that resulted from the
| interview between the handsome medium
and the equally homely newspaper man:
"Did you have a good reception over
there?" asked the medium.
"Well, pretty good" said Mr.. Young,
his face assuming slight look OF annoy
snce, "pretty good, considering. You
are perhaps aware that l left rather
numerous fsmily-s good deal of widow.
l may say"
"Yes," said the medium encouraging
ly, at the same time noticing that the
presence rapidly grew excited; "there are
nineteen of her altogether, believe"
Nineteen" said the late lamented
with extraordinary solemnity. Nine
teen, not counting Ann Eliza. And |
am sorry that l was Mormon. Mark
that, young man! Polygamy is all right
as long rs the man and husband is alive;
but when that Individual perishes he
experiences shock which completely
knocks the spots Oft of that sustained by
society. l shall never recover from this"
The corpse sighed deeply and shook its
hesd:
81 trust, sir, said the medium, some
what contusedly, "lhey are well and as
miserable as could be expected?'
mot by jug iulIl said the deceased
husband and father, with extreme
violence. THAT is TO say. not by an
enormous amount. Pardon me the rude
ness, and the breast of the agitated pre-
sumption rose and fell. Pardon me
this exhibition OF weakness, but what l
have seen is enough to arouse the most
peaceful and kind hearted matter OF
humanity that ever crossed the river
"Will you be good enough, sir, to tell
me what the difficulty isl" said the
medium.
Matter enough" said the deceased,
bringing his clenched hand down upon
table with terrible effect. There's num-
Der six-whst d you suppose she is doing?
Weeping like broken hearted woman,
perhaps? Oh, no; l guess not. Hob
nobbing with Jim Ford, and calculating
how the property's going to pan out.
That's the way she expresses her desire
to be buried in the same grave with the
rose of her existence
This is dreadful, said the medium
sympathetlcally. Il wouldn't have
thought it"
"And there's number 10. Fairest
flower of tie Fl ok, was wont to call her.
What kind of u blghted violet do you
suppose she is? Discussing baked beans
and new kind Of existence with whole
man, the latter to begin as soon MS the
estate left by the person she used to cali
her chief among ten thousand is proper
ly divided up. That's the manner OF
water power she Ia.
"And 81 to the other2" said the medium
after painful pause.
"Same thing" said the blighted coun-
terfeit. "Same thing about all of them,
excepting one, and she's so Internally
ugly that she cant find n sweetheart in
all Utah
"AnG you have no revenge?" said the
medium Inquiringly.
THAT'S the misery of it!' quickly re
turned the animated bust. chats the
devil OF 1t, if | may so speak. I've got
to look on st these things without the
power to punch n head, or swing horse
whip All can do is to look on and
howl
The perturbed spirit applied silk
handkerchief to its ewes and sobbed
aloud. There WAS y noise MS u rush OF
wind, suppressed shrek, pull OF
smoke, and when the medium looked for
the sgiLated presentiment it wasn't there
Chicago Tribune.