The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-03-12

the time she was telling me- this q letter
was on its way across the Atlantic inform.
ing me of the death of an old uncle. of
whom We had lost sight for years. and or
that he was about to be married. He had
died q bachelor, without q will, and ieav-
ing q little property, to which, was one OF
the heirs. She told me q number OF other
things whose fulfllment was equally as re-
markable as this"
Second sight is another name for clair
voyance, / suppose" said the blonde lady
who believed in dreams. There must be
are enough authentic cases of the kind Just
told to prove that certain persons. under
certain conditions. are aware of more than
their five senses can tell them; but the
word .clairvoyant suggests spiritu alism,
and with s~piritualism is connected so much
humbug that / always want TO shv OIL from
a discussion of it. think there is but one
thing that could convince ME that there is
anything 10 il. l have heard of two or
professionals, but women In private life
who. from knowing nothing about the
piano. suddenly found themselves eble to
play the most difficult compositions In the
most correct style. The technical term for
know as little about the piano as our
friend over yonder does about singing. and
1t would take an uncommoniy skiiiiui
spirit to operate the keys tunefully through
~ hnkOA5. i on OpOn " WV
that line. however. at any tima."
WHAT A WIFE SAW.
Speaking of spiritualism," remarked
body had supposed to be asleep. speaking
of s~piritualism reminds me of the explana-
ton once made by an acquaintance of mine
of her adoption of this peculiar cult. She
was quite elderly when l first knew her. a
woman highly educated and of
intelligence. born and bred IN Boston need
/ say morei). and l was much surprised
when L learned that she was q regular Wis
ltor of q certain spiritualistlc medium and
firmly believed that through this person she
communicated with her dead husband and
children. / suppose / must have impotitely
expressed my surprise, but at any rate. in
a moment of confidence. one day. she told
me this story: Years before. in her Boston
home. her husband left her one evening on
some business down town. lie was seldom
absent in the evening. being q most ex.
was the deepest affection, but she felt no
anxiety and sat In the parlor reading, her
children being asleep upstairs. The door
into the hall stood open. and about 9
o'clock. an hour earlier than she expected
open, and looking mp saw him, az she
thought. at the foot OF the stairs. His
face was turned towards her. his coat
thrown open, his general appearance rath.
CT QIeOIQOAcus uh0 Oh Ato "hito
shirt front they wore low -cut
vests in those days - she saw
q dark stain as of q splash of mud. She
made some remark about his early arrival,
to which he CAV no reply but passed on mp
stairs. She wondered a little. though feel
ing no alarm. but a. lie did not return she
presently followed him. He was not in his
room; he was not In any room on that floor.
and, puzzled and somewhat dazed. hut still
not alarmed. she descended. still in search
of him. BY the time she reached the lower
step a little procession had arrived at her
door. bearing the dead body of her hus-
band He had been killed half an hour
before in some accident. / have forgotten
what. On his breast was a stain as she had
already seen IL. but 1t was q stain of blood.
What had She scent What or who was IL
that had entered the door and passed up
the stairs7 She said, her husbands spirit.
Having seen 1t once she believed she could
do so again. hence her faith in spiritualism
and it's manifestations"
There was a little shiver rs if q breath of
cold air had touched the listeners. Let
us have more light" said the hostess. and
turned on the gas.