The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-08-17

those great eyes of hers, which did
not appeal in vain. We'll come with
pleasure, said l, and / thought no
more about the matter.
cas- we walked home we stopped tc
read one of the posters. 1t was the
ordinary ryprogramme-spirit trapping:
Thought reading, clairovance, and
then followed a rather extraordinary
stntement: Monsieur Kardec. aftel
part the first, will give an illustration
OF modern conjuring and prestitligit.
alton, without apparatus or accom-.
p!iccs. The whole will conclude with
the mysterious disappearance of
lady selected from among the audi.
cnce.' We both rather looked for.
ward to the entertainment as q break
to the dull monotony Of our daily
round at lIerne Bay.
"punctual to the time, we presented
ourselves ut the Assembly Rooms,
and were the sole occupants of what
were termed the reserved fauteuils,'
which were two rows of ordinary
cane-bottom-clairs. / don't think
there We're fifty people in the room al.
together, The first part of the per.
tormance was deeply intcrcsting;look:
ing back upon it calmly us do now,
nndspeaking with the authority ofone
who knows" said the mon. a1t3sttlase,
fire of enthusiasm flashed in hie
wntery eyes), 81 am convinced that
Monsieur Klrtlec was IL powerful
medium. Then followed part two.
about which there was nothing vcry
remarkable; they were ordinary feats
of slrigllt-cf-hanl-good simple con.
luring of the old school. And then
Monster kar.lec addressed us in a
short lecture. lie told us that what
he was to do before our eyes was no
trick, no jugglc-'in f,ct,' said he,
here is no deception whatever. 1t is,
he added solcmnly, 'the works of the
spirits ! did not pay much nttcn.
tion to what | looked upon then as
the idle patter of the professional
cOnjnrer. l have since had reason to
change my min,l:" and then he gave
a deep sigh. "Monsirur karlcc OK.
l'i''ite.l to us the ordinary big card
board rxtinguishcr. 'And now said
lm, 1T amy lady will step forward, l
will cause her to disappear by the as.
slst;.ncc of my familiar Spirits The
gentleman at the piano began to
play the ghost melody from The Cor.
s'r''n BROTHERS. never hear that
tune now," said the little man, "but
it makes my flesh creep.
"Noboly volunteered. Monsieur
kar.lcc was evidently disconnected.
Ladies' and gentlemen, he said, if no
lady will obligr me, ] shall be unable
To give YOU this interesting expert
cnc"., Then he appealed to my wife.
"Madnmr,' he said, you would con-
fer an obligation on me if you would
come to my assistance"
"licttic-l mean my wifc-alwaysa a
good-natulrd girl, rose at once, he
tore | could demonstrates. Monsieur
kartlcc led her to the little table in
the middle of the stage. How lovely
shelook"l, as she stood in the we'll
known pose of the Greek slave, with
clasped hands! noticed, too, that
she wore the diamond rivierp that
had been my wclding-gift. The con-
juror covered her with the great cx-
tinguisller. Spirits of tho vast
heavens, help me? he shouted, in a
sort of scream of cntreaty. lie
knocked over the extinguisher. NY
wife had disappeared!
"Thcre was Il tremendous round O
applause, in which 1 Joined; but 1
didn't quite like it, all the same.
Then the gas went out as if by magic.
/ felt myself suddenly seized by the
wrist, and the voice of K,,rylcc Kissed
in my ear, My poor friend, some
thing very terrible has happened;
your wife has been carried off by the
indignant spirits; butt he added,
fundamentally, 4 will save her,
or perish in the attempt"
There w;'s II pause.
81 have never seen my wife, sir.
from that day to this" said the lit
tie man, as he buried his face in his
hands. ''It was the vengeance of
the spirit world upon one who was
once what you are, my fricnd-a
scof1er and an mlnlicver." Have
you never searched for llcr?" l said.
"What would be the usc?" said the
little man.
just then the train rolled into the
station Of Folkcstone Hnrbor.
"And the cOnjulpr?" said |.
'llc must have met with ~ similar
fate, said MIR. Boobycr, who was
collecting his impedimcnts; "for he
never came to receive the money
taken ut the ,lOols!"
Edmund YATES. London World,