St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-08-18
SOME SUNDAY SPO0KS
A Free Exhibition Of Spiritu-
alism Given at the Union
Depot.
Her Mothers Spirit Appears
Before an Excited Young
Girl,
Who Relates Her Previous Exr
perienees With the Same
Vision.
A Man Who Reappeared in
Spirit to Locate His Own
Body.


equaled in any of the so-called spiritu-
in this city for the edifcation of half
converts to the mystic faith. Seated in
the ladies' waiting room were three per-
sons who ordinarily would have at
tracted but little attention, though two
of them. young girls of apparently sew
enteen and twenty years respectively,
were handsome enough to warrant more
than passing notice. The third MEM.
Der of the trio was gentleman about
forty-five years old, who, as events
proved, was the father of the two girls.
The waiting room was crowded, and
each traveller seemed fully occupied
with his or her business, until suddenly
a female voice rang out sharp and
Shrill above the din of footsteps on the
tiled floor and the hum of converse
ton:
There, Aggie! Don't you see her?
There she is again."
The speaker was the older of the two
girls referred to, who had suddenly
arisen from the bench, despite the re-
stralning efforts Of both father and SIS
ter, and stood there with every eye i'll
the place upon her. gazing directly at
the wall. Vainly her companions spoke
OF the scene she was creating. The girl
was totally ObliyiouS to her surround
ings. Her hands were raised and
stretched out as though inviting the APP
proach of some one invisible to the Or
binary mortal, and in this manner she
advanced. There was no one. in her
line OF sight, nothing atall. yet she evil
IDENTIFY saw some one whom she was
bent Oh greeting with outStretched
hands and a smile of welcome. Slowly,
step by step she crept along, the father
following closely, until, striking the
wall with her hands, the spell was
broken, and then wild shrek rang
echoing through the walls and roof and
the strangely affected maiden fell
prone upon the tiles. To carry the
girl TO her seat was the work of mo-
ment, A crowd gathered about the
spot. proferring all sorts of assistance
but their help was no. needed-She mad
fully recovered from her strange c0ndi-
ton of a moment since and betrayed
evident confusion and dismay at being
| the object OF so many curious Chances.
| When the excitement caused by thet
strange exhibition had subsidized in a
measure, GLOBE representative app
preached the bench occupied by the
| interesting trio and inquired of her
| father the nature of the young lady's
| ailment. q
"Ailment, sir? She has no ailment;t
she is as healthy as you are; healthier
| than | am" q
.sWhat, then, was the cause of her
| behavior of few moments ago." was
| asked. i 81
.'Well, | don't like to talk about this
| affair more thon is necessary" was the
reply. However, l suppose from your
! interest you are medical man, and 1t
can do no harm, as we are leaving the
city. to tell you the story. My name is
Carl Hirsch, and have lived for sew
enue. These girls are my daugllI
ters. Agatha and Bessie. j
| am machinist by trade and
have worked good deal for the Kan
| Sis City and Omaha roads Ill the shops.
| NV daughters were both educated i'll
| McKeesport, Pa, and we came from
| there, my wife and the girls, nine
months ago. Three months since my
wife died of quick consumption. Bessie,
| my oldest daughter, was deYOtedly at
! tached to her mother, and since she
! died has had visions-I don't know
! what else to call them" Here the girl
herself interposed with '"Ihey are not
| visions; visions are dreams. and L never
dream The truth is, sir" she continued.
my mother appears to me, not at
night, nor when L have been sitting
| still. but when nv mind is on everyday
matters. Why, l was making bread
| last Tuesday, and she stood across the
other side OF the table looking at me,
! lust as through she were alive. She
had in her hand copy Of the Mckees-
port Times, paper my brother, who is
| a printer, works for. 1t was no vision.
| Visions l claim are illusions, dreams.
and this was no dream. had
| not been up two hours and was
! never wider awake in my life,
| nor less inclined to receive q
spiritual visitor. There was nothing
| ghostly or spiritual in my mothers ap-
| pearance. She was dressed as she al
ways dressed. and smiled at me just as
| she always smiled. AS soon as moved
from the spot or stirred my hands in the
dough she disappeared. / have seen
! her on the street crossing between a
crowd of vehicles. One day shrieked
| aloud on East Seventh street because
saw her walk deliberately in front of a
team of galloping horses. 1t seemed to
me that she must certainly be run over.
and | cried, Mother, motherp You
can imagine how / felt when | saw the
heavy team and wagon pass right
through her, you might say, and she
walked right along to the other side of
the street and disappeared.
Have you ever consulted a physi-
cian?" was asked.
"Oh, yes, many times, but they all
say the same. that am nervous and
excited. Now | might be from the ex-
| perience have just gone through, but
| if you will feel my pulse now you will
find its beats are no faster than normal.
| Some people have said that l was crazy.
Now that idea took hold of me and |
read treatise by an eminent physician
on insanity. He says that bad memory,
fiightiness and Inability to retain dates
or figures are indicative of weak-mind-
ednesS. Now am rapid mental arith-
metician; test me if you wish. can
remember most of the dates in Amer
lean history, and my people, will tell
you that am even-tempered
to a degree. How then can l
be called insane? The fact has
been demonstrated to me that
dead people do reappear on earth to
their relatives and friends. People may
scoff as they like, but it's true. I know
nothing of spiritualism, and never met
| III 1ilOs Uuo hofO OOCl
my dead mother here on earth score
of times. and can believe my own eyes
whether any one else does or not.
"Why does your mothers appearance
frighten you?"
ut does not. The reason. was fright
ened tonight was that poor mothers
face was so sad, and the tears were
running down her cheeks. know that
she feels sad that we are leaving the
cottage in which she died. We are
going away because papa thinks l shall
lose sight of my Visions as he calls
them, down in Missouri
''All aboard the Kansas City linep'
rang out the voice of the train-caller.
The strange story was broken off, there
was hurried gathering of bags and
bundles, bow from the specter-ridden
girl and her friends, and they were
gone.
/ A GHOSTLY VISITOR.
John Weston's Temperance,