Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-02-11

MYTHS AMONG MISTS.
A Reported Remarkable Seance "Way
Out West,

Out w est.
A writer in the Herald, of Springfield.
Mo, gives an account of a seance at a
private house in that city a short.time ago.
There were only half dozen persons pres
ent. When the gentleman of the house
suggested that the time had arrived for
forming the circle heavy noise was heard
above, and a clear ringing voice said !:
"Come upstairs"
"All right" remarked one, thinking it
came from genuine voice.
Hush" said my hostess, there is no
one upstairs, not living soul in any part
Of the house but in this room"
You must certainly be mistaken" re-
marked one, " for 1 heard the noise and
voice distinctly"
All agreed to that The house was
closely examined up stairs and down, not
person could be seen. All went up
stairs where the seance was held, taking
the precaution TO fasten down the win
dows.
The light was turned down and ior five
minutes all was as still as the hour of mid
night. Not a sound was heard but the
faint beating of the hearts that sat around
the table il the gloom of the fading
lamplight. At last the faint footballs Of
some one coming up the stairs was
heard, and as it approached it be-
came palmer and more distinct The door
opened and closed, yet nothing could be
seen. Suddenly a clear, boyish voice said :
Mother, good evening" The words
| seemed to come from the adjoining room,
and in a second all eyes were directed
there.
An aged lady sat in the circle. and.
with quivering lips and tear-dimmed eyes,
sobbed:
at is the voice of nv child-mv boy
that was killed at the battle of Wilson
Creekr'
Yes, it is he, my dear mother; and I
| have come to greet you"
At these words the mother gave vent to
her feelings, and those who sat around the
table saw, rs the tears stole down her
thin, pale cheeks and heard the heart-beats
! come and 60, that her soul and thoughts
We're struggling with memories of long
ago. She soon recovered from the sudden
shock Of sorrow, and said: ALBERT, tell
me where you are now, and how you came
there%
Mother" he replied-and the voice
was soft and sweet-"I fell pierced by a
bullet, upon the margin of the little
stream that flows through your beautiful
city. The blood of the South and the
| blood Of the North flowed down the
stream in harmony together. The spirit
| that once dwelt on earth-frail tenement
that sent the bullet through my beating
heart - is my comrade in the spirit
world. For twenty years | have
waited for this hour to come
that | might tell YOU and
forever set at rest the anxiety and maternal
love YOU bear me. Here, forever happv in
this spiritual world, surrounded by every
thing that is pure and lovabIe-where all,
friend or foe in earth's frail existence. in
this world are comrades together"
'"Good-by for the present" said the
spirit. There was a ring of soft. sweet
cadence in the voice that sent thrill of
sunshine and pleasure through the hearts
of all
is Lieutenant Rogers present ?" III
quired my friend.
He is replied voice, and the bed
room door slowly opened and he appeared
in citizens dress, as he saw and knew him
ere he was q soldier. With arms folded
across his breast he stood erect, while
the beautiful outlines of his manly
face were tinged with the rosy flush
of health. A moment of silence
resigned, and then il a clear, musical voice
he said: There are others here from the
spirit world that would like to converse
with their friends, and it is their wish
that you should invite so-and-so to meet
US here next Wednesday evening"
The light was turned up, and the room
searched, but nothing of a suspicious ma
ture discovered.