Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-07-27
BREAKING uPA sEANCE.
An Indian Maids Spirit in North 81
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an A4AlAu M8ln'8 spirit MOTH aN- I
Louis
There's g certain car line terminating |
at Fourth street, says the st. Louis Re
publican, the cars Of which very often at
dusk on rainy nights Of LAST winter were
boarded By business men who, 70 re-
pOrfer,s knowledge, did not live on that
line, and the frequency Of their journeys
northwest struck the active brain Of
the reporter as being curious, when
the weather was such as to make
dog hug the door mat which lay
between him and q sloppy door
step. After an interregnum Of some
weeks the bearded citizens, no longer
muffied up, but pretty well concealed be
meath gum oyercoats. began to ride north
again. Strange, it was always on rainy
nights this queer company struck the
street car. Something Of q detective ma
rurally. aided by curiosity as keen as
wOman,s when asked 70 hold another
woman's bundle, the reporter jumped on
the aforesaid car last Monday night. In
time 70 hear the first bearded passenger
saw 10 the second bearded passenger,
Guess Ven have thunderstorm to-
night!''
$50 much the better. answered the
other. Most favorable conditions
The thunder rumbled and rolled over
uEAl. NNl away III INV Au4lAEAAA-cs NLA
I the lightning flashed and played over the
I harness Of the car horses in almost con-
/ tinuOus sheets. The very sort OF night
/ when graYe-yards yawn and ghosts proWl
I around their former hahitatiOns.
1 It struck the reporter all OF heap The
Z bearded passengers were going TO mid
/ night seance! How could be invade the
4 party and secure an entrance to the ghost
compelling circlef
I Il rsafhfracr srrrfea zr hold q = hold
ness. so he leaned over and whispered
Say, is there to be Big time to-nightg'
1 What for - asked the man with the
I intelligence Of a wooden Indian all over
/ him.
sOh, yeu know. Idon't want to talk
out loud, but the circle-wl1 there be
many there tO-nightE'
/ ssC'an't saw. DCn't know what YOU are
aiming at, young fellow" He edged
away toward a fat woman carrying beefss
f liver in a basket.
That's all right" said the reporter
sOOthingly. ssrBI going. I've been in
I Yited to witness the mediums wonderful
/ powers. They say it beats anything ever
| seen in this neck Of woods. It's a pity
we've got to keep it eOrked up in bottle.
! Spirits Oughtn't TO stay cOrked up" He
/ laughed in manner TO reassure the skit-
/ fish passenger, who smiled at the joke
/ weakly.
ssPm glad you think it must be kept
I secret" was all he said until the car
+ turned up Seventeenth street, and the fat
/ woman got OF with the OdOrOus liver.
I The passenger looked at the others elo-
\ quently, as If 70 make them understand
/ that the fresh young man was an utter
] stranger 70 him.
I DID YOU ever see these DARK, morose,
Z sinister-lOOking citizens. intent on mis-
/ chief, trying to shake a newspaper man?
/ It's sight worth going out TO see on
I stormy night in July, when the lightning
/ shows up everybody as plainly as po-
E iceman's bulP S-eye lantern could.
1t was a time to pass the word, show
| the grip. as it were, and the reporter
pulled out private flask carried for Oc-
casions like this. MAYBE you don't
drink, though
Three long, deep inspirations at the
flask, which came back tinking-nearly
empty.
1t was taIkatiye drink. and the three
men grew more sOciable instantly, but
they all began storm demonstrations.
Seeing, however, that the agreeable
Young man could not be shaken, they
owned up that they were not exactly con-
verts, but merely for the fun OF the thing
INDUCED sometimes in little MEDIUMS
TIC fo0lishness, and that where they were
going the old woman did some mighty
queer things. But how in the deuce did
il leak out! We've kept it shady. / tell
you, as we were sure to be laughed at. /
wouldn't have il get out on the Exchange
for a cool 10000 bushels when Pm short
on wheat"
THAT'S all right" said the reporter.
ssMum's the word"
but, for the good Lords sake, don't
give any of those slick newspaper chaps
hint oft, or it's all up, you know. There
never was town ike st. Louis for things
getting out. No mans private business
is safe here"
ssThat's so" said the reporter. Il am
Just as scared Of 'em as a rattle snake,
don't you forget it. Pve had 'em after me
/ once"
ssGlad Of it" snarled one Of the men,
who beats the Sunday crowd by a nose
/ at the post Office on Sunday, and whose
/ cow-lick is well known in Sunday school,
/ too.
I By this time the two-story brick doomed
up against the black sky, the door Of
which opened at a touch. They entered
dark hall, and were led into back par
I lor where a dimly burning lamp on the
mantel disclosed a circle Of grislY watch
! ers, male and female, with hands joined.
/ Seats were provided, and the four new
| corners were added, the circle being now
| complete.
a gray blanket, a double one, open was
! stretched across a'corneT, behind which
| the medium sat tied conYentiOnally in a
split-bOttOm chair. She runs boarding
house by day, her patrons being mostly
mechanics OF that region.
1 In the middle Of the circle the reporter
I noticed a doctors wife who is tOlerably
/ well known in town. Her husband is in
1 Europe.
"Let Us ask for white Cloud tonight
/ a burly old man said, standing up. "The
| Indian maiden who brings US such CON-
/ fort from the other side"
! Instantly the blanket quiyered and a
| streak played up and down the reporters
| backbone as a girlish form in a beaded
| dress with feathers standing up about her
/ head slipped out and kissed her hand at
| the circle.
Chow lovelyl' exclaimed a little old
woman who keeps dress cutting estab-
| lishment.
"Can White Cloud come nearer?'
asked the big old man, his watery eyes
| burning furiOusly as her white arms waved
over her head-the skin by no means that
/ Of an Indian squaw.
Il shall be happy to, but you must not
| try to hold me when / do" The reporter
was disappointed that she did not speak
COmauche-his bOyhOOd's tongue.
She glided to the foOtlights, so to speak,
and threw posey at the big old man,
who caught it dexterously.
hO0 " AAle3 llf anger UoS = aSAeu
little woman in black, with anguish in
her voice.
''Well, well. and oh, so happy. But he
saws YOU do not come here often enough
for him to materialiZe."
II cannot afford 1.-THE must know
that"
The reporter jumped as if shot. A
scheme Of the spirits TO make money,
EN-
Show much is it, he asked one OF the
seance holders, ''tO come here?'
''Only a dollar a sitting-nOt much
but she is very poor
'sCOme up this way, White Cloud"
She glanced around suspieiOusly and
held back. In an instant the reporter
sprang from his chair and grasPed the
girl firmly by the arm. She shEieked,
''GeOrge"
All was hubbub in a moment. The