The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-03-11

talnly tell all my friends, and Will GER
talnly return again within few days for
another sitting" and reaching into my
pocket brought forth cart wheel with
the national device upon it and laid it
upon the table.
Madam glanced at the coin and then at
me. She began at the top OF my head
and slowly let her eyes drop until am
quite, sure that she detected the patch on
my shoe which cost Is cents and was
guaranteed invisible. Then she slowly
looked up along me as though she might
have missed something When she got
as far as my wondering eyes she stopped
and it seemed as though | would do the
Galatea act, so stony and SO cold was the
indignant stare. Then she sald
Three dollars, please" in voice 50
cold that ] buttoned up my overcoat and
thought what success she would be as
an ice cream freezer or a cold storage
manager.
''Three dollars?' | calculated, "for
what?" and visions OF dried apples and
sundry like economies arose before my
mental brain.
Three dollars for the sitting, sir, 81
all hour" and she looked ever so many
things at me.
Madam" l said, twill you kindly
lend me the loin of your Waterbury until
spent three hours encoura sing her to
twitter, and she had twittered-at dollar
an hour. Great occasions produce great
men and this was one of them. When
the account with my exchequer was
balanced there remained 4 cents, six
matches and $3 worth of experience. AS
l took my hat | remarked that | would
be pleased to have another sitting on the
following Saturday.
II should be SO pleased to see you,
said the psychometrist, with ravishing
smile, and dangling my cartwheels in her
hand. Then | wandered thoughtfully to
he free lunch counter and wondered
grind with their usual certainty and
fineness, or whether unavenged l should
maintain what appeared to me to be a
most uncomfortable position in bouillon.
And then that reading-that wonderful
result of the subtle brain waves! To
think of my dear old buddy" trans
formed by the occult forces from short,
compactly built, golden haired lad into a
tall, slender, red-headed and dark com
plexioned girl! Not a word about the old
German miller, nothing about ~Fouzier's
billygoat, nothing concerning those ex-
cursiOns into the land of Canaan, where
grew those luscious grapes which in some
mysterious way slipped through the
cracks in the high board fence belonging
to old Tulip. And then, worse than all
that baby cry of papa" All, Buddy,
Buddy! Could such things be?
But Saturday came and so did |, fifteen
minutes ahead of time, and loaded with
a gong Waterbury which struck off the
hours like a fire alarm, and with hand
satchel filled with the cartwheels of our
daddies to make reception and election
sure. Endorsed in an envelope was an
autograph letter to the charming psyche
metrist herself, which it was well, pei
haps was under cover. In addition en-
closed few horse hairs, a bit of wooden
yarn and an ordinary playing card-the
jack OF something or other
Since psychometry is the scienc, of inn
pressions, and all existing things give
forth these impressions, | was anxious
to see the result of the above com bina-
tons.
Being sealed, with me directly opposite
her, notebook in hand, the psychometrist
began to pass her tapered fingers over
her fair brow, which was contracted into
numerous wrinkles in her efforts to con-
centrate her brain power and at the same
time began to give me a resume of things
she had been able to get for her clients
while she was in trance state. l don't
remember just how far back of the crea-
ton she started, but when she had got
down to the proceedings of the Witch of
Endor my gong Waterbury struck the
hour and so, remarking casually that 1
had an engagement for New Years day
and that my bank declined to back me
any lOIlRcT tlldu OITlSUuldS udy Ill Cne
morning. managed to get the sitting to
proceed, dropping the remark that was
anxious to hear from q friend OF mine
who was absent and of whom relic was
contained in the package. (That had
reference to the hOrsehair, which was from
superannuated steed turned out on the
range.)
lis the friend in the spirit land, asked
the lady, to my surprise.
Alas, madame | do not know" and
l covered my eyes with my hands, and
then, after a short period to control my
feelingsl, ! drew out my notebook, at
which madame looked suspiciously and
then remarked:
~ do not feel that l can get anything
for you psychometrically,. today"
Surprised, inquired her reason, tapping
the note book with my pencil while I
spoke.
~ don't know why it is, but felt it
just as soon as ! saw you come up the
steps. We can't always tell about these
things but know l can't give you
reading, F" (glancing at the note book).
| was in quandary-the report was
bound to have, and so | said: well,
suppose you give me trance sitting in
stead, as | understand that the spirits
speak thrugh you and the exhaustion is
not SO great as in the psychometic read
ings."
While we were discussing this subject
my Waterbury gong struck off another
hour and felt like sending messenger
to see if the bank was all right and could
hold out until | got through. But finally
the medium (this lady was both
psychometrist and mediuml took seat
and endeavored to get IN Communication
with her control or spirit guide,
philosopher and friend. while I sat,
keenly Watching and ready to catch on
the fly full report from the land of
bright spirits where they charge 81 an
hour for quiet little chat-and the same
while you wait. l held my breath and
waited. Then waited and held my breath,
and still they came not. The spirits
seemed to be shy. The hands Of the
medium twitched and her head bent for
ward until her chin rested upon her
breast and she sighed heavily. But 10
message from beyond. Again from the
depths Of my waistcoat came the sound
OF the Waterbury gong, three hours gone
and still they tarried. Madam, said l
at last, they are sleeping, or gone on a
Journey" and then l CHANGED to recall
the little tilt between the Jewish prophet
and the priests of Baal, and visions of
injunction suits arose before my eyes as
/ remembered that we had international
copyright laws in force. She made no
answer to my remark but twitched a
little harder and sighed-O, if that sigh
were but for me!
Suddenly she began to speak: 81 see
woman come up, she is calling some one,
| can't hear the name; yes, she's calling
Elizabeth; there, she's gone again; there
seems to be q great wall Using up
great black wall between me and Won