St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-12-22
DIGGING FOR PELF,
And All the While Growing
Poorer With Each Set
ting Sun.
Really Starving to Death
While in Search of Hid
den Gold.
A Spirit Robbep Who Is Rob-
bling a San Francisco
Family.
Mrs. Saylor's Practical Meth
cd Of Raising Coin--Grue-
some Story.

san Francisco Examiner.
Outside a little doorway in the Mis-
sion may be seen an humble sign done
In white paint upon blue tin. The
workmanship IS bad. and the legend
tells how Mrs. A. Saylor IS test me-
dunn and hypnOtist, and that she cures
diseases and bad habits.
The place is not far away from Wood
wards gardens, and save for the cable
cars which speed past, is as quiet as a
Sunday morning in the country.
Business in spiritualism and hypnot-
ism must be sluggish in that neighbor-
hood, and if you ring the bell you will
learn that it is.
A girl of twelve, with violet eyes and
delicate features, opens the door timidly
and asks you to enter. She leads you
into small living room, from which
may be seen one bedroom and beyond
that kitchen. A quiet, wan little
woman comes out, with a certain flush
of eagerneSs in her cheekbOneS. She
must have been as beautiful as the
child once, but care and poverty have
left her only the delicate nose and the
luStrOuS eyes.
One hope and one faith seem to keep
the household alive, for there is an
illusion which makes mother aud
daughter, husband and son. forget dis
tresS, debts, hunger, grief, all the So
called ills.
They are all digging for gold, and
they all believe that it will give them
heaven when they find IL.
From Pillar TO Post.
Mrs. Saylor came to San Francisco
about five years ago with several thou
sand dollars and little son and daugh-
ter. She was a widow then and had
lived in Detroit since childhood. where
her first husband. one Perry. French
Canadian, died, leaving her a fair eS-
tate. The little widow thought she
would try California. where money
was plenty" for an Investment of her
small fortune.
Affairs were not very prosperous,
however. out here just then, and her
capital dwindled away gradually and
the cObble-stones proved not to contain
gold, but to be as hard as the hearts CT
cunning land sharks that offered glitter
ing opportunities.
Finally she came to the end of her
capital and put out her sign as test
medium, for among other people she met
here there were the SpiritualistS. They
had treated her kindly, and, aided by
their friendlineSS, she had come to the
conclusion that her hypnotic and spirit
nalistic powers were sufficient to traffic
upon.
In this adventure she happened to
meet Daniel Saylor, commercial trav-
eler for a billiard house here, and an
elderly man who hailed from Chicago
years ago. but with considerable ex-
perielee of the Pacific coast. A short
courtShip was followed by marriage
and while Mr.. SAVIOR pursued his bust
ness of canyassing country towns in
Tile interest of billiard balls Mrs. Say
Tor communicated with the spirits on
the subject of what departed inhabi-
tants thought of the conduct and pros
poets of the dear ones left behind to
mourn, and all this tor a very humble
fee.
Mrs. Saylor, however, is a woman of
modesty and refinement, and undoUbt-
eddy she does not possess that quality
of masculinity which is so needful to
success in dealing with the world. She
attended seances and spiritualistIc cir
Giles. but her patronage was exceedingly
small.