The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-01-11

with pleasure" l said. and waited for
Developments of the situation"
They came.
He deliberately emptied his paper OF
buns, put the paper bag on bis head,
placed one whole bun in his mouth, took
his handkerchief in his hand. and sus-
pended himself by his feet from the rack
Tor light luggage overhead. In this IN
conventional attitude ne dropped the
handkerchief. and L drew the trigger of
the little Photographic machine.
He instantly disengaged his feet from
the rack, showing a good deal OF agility,
and reappeared with a scarlet face, as was
natural.
Then he looked at me verv gravely, |
looked at him. and he smiled in a manner
rather sheepish. lie had a very pleasant
emile, with his ruffled hair and Redeemed
cheeks.
Your character for eanity is established,
as far as ] am concerned" said; but as
we are nearing a station. may | suggest
that you might remove your present head
dress?"
He put up his hand, found the paper
bag, blushed again and threw it out of
the W ndow.
81 am more than ever obliged to you"
he said. You are quito certain that you
are not frightened p"
mot yet" | answered, and as soon as
the train was in motion again he began 10
undo his salmon rod from its cover and to
fit in the joints. He then fixed on the
reel. and | ran the line through the rings.
To do this and afiix an angle minnow and
cast to the end Of the line is no easy task
In railway carriage. Finally he trolled
out of the window of the rushing train as
out OF the boat, and by his request again
photographed him while thus engaged.
There he said, when he had replaced
the rod in the case, and suddenly diving
under the seat of the carriage he sang,
Charlie Is my Darling" IN a very sweet
and touching manner
There" he went on, "thst will do. |
can never tell YOU how much am Obliged
to you for not clutching at the cord out
side the carriage on the lett eide and CIV
ing me into custody "a raving maniac
And now let us be ordinary human beings
again. You are neg.ecting your David
Greve'"
Truth is so much stranger than-I beg
your pardon" l said. ~ mean that in no
romance, however imaginative, have l
previously"
Encountered a gentleman. perfectly
sane, who trolls for salmon out of rail-
way carriage, and trolls Jacobite songs
under the seat. And yet King Cresus of
Lydia"
Here | really began to fancy that his
mind was wandering. Afterward dis
covered his line of thought, which is, per-
haps. already obvious to persons who have
enjoyed Tor at all events received q CLASH
cal education.
We Travelled together for only quarter
OF an hour longer. and in that period he
displayed no traces of what many would
consider eccenrricity. On getting out he
bowed, and expressed a sincere wish that
we might meet again in circumstances less
unusual He then thanked me for what
he kindly called nv scientific courage and
COO ness, and we parted.
On reaching my destination at place
which need not be mentioned. some dozen
mice bsvond that which Sir Walter had
elighted. and for which / myself had
taken my ticket, l first paid the extra
charge and then went in cab to an OBJ
scure inn where my luggage was awaiting
me.
Here my own appearance might, had
there been an observer present, have
seemed as eccentric as those OF my late
companion. l went into bedroom, ar
ranged q number OF bottles and boxes
taken from my dressing case on the table,
changed my dress. provided myself with
kind of elegant j0inted crutch from my
trunk. and so arranged my appearance
that she who had entered as an English
woman of light complexion emerged as
lady with dark hair, dark eyebrows and a
dusky skin, distinguished by limp and
an American accent. Rache. Brinton was
now Mrs. Schuydam, the celebrated trans
atlantic telepathist and clairvoyant. For
that was my professional name, and it
was in this fie d OF adventure that / earned
my livelihood and supported my dear
mother. Yelled and clOsked. Mrs Schuy-
dam paid her bill, and, taking another
cab, drove 10 the nearest station on the
line from London, about six miles from
the town OF Y Here | waited till the
. 10 train from town stOpped at the little
station, when hand holding an umbrella
ont of the window OF a carriage guided me
to the compartment where my agent and
hypnotist, DR.. Puygre, was waiting for
me.
Find out anything" he said, as soon
as the train started.
"A little" 1 said enough for Schropff
to work on"
Now Schropf was the name of my
spirit of divinAtion who spoke through me
when was I'm the trance state. "
Schropf gave himself out for the shade of
a German army surgeon shot at Sedan.
He spoke in gruff Tentonic accent My
medical studies at Zurich years ago
were useful to Schropf BY dint
of private information, conjecture, a
habit of swearing in German, and other
devices, Schropf had acquired rather a
favorable reputation In psychical circles.
and the great question was debated as to
whether SchropH was my sub-conscious
self or was really feu Schroptf, or merely
casual spirit unattached, who, perhaps,
had never been anybody in particular.
My present business was a test case. At
the house of an old Mr.. LINDSAY, |. or
rather Schropif was to find out what al
inquirer, unnamed, had been doing at a
particular hour on that very day. BY
private inquiries and differences we had
arrived at the conclusion that the IN
named was TO be a certain Sir Waite T
Welmore of the Barrow. had run down,
at very short notice, and in my own habit
and aspect, to pry and spy about the Bar
row. As the intelligent reader surmises.
had been lucky indeed. and had learned
from the chance word of the railway
guard quite rs much Of Sir Walters per-
Torrance as was necessary Tor my pur-
pose.
Find out anything?" Puygre had asked
and had replied, "a little" l had no
mind to take Puygre into my confidence.
| He was detestable. He made my loath-
some business more hateful yet. A smat-
terer from some wretched little Yankee
/ college. Puygre was an ignorant quack
who despite his ignorance. and his con-