The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-05-19
TWO WISE WOMEN"

Journey W tue " oSt.
| had frequent letters from MI
Barton, and they served to sustain
me as the time went on until he ha,
been absent about three months. A
it was then time to look for his spec
dy return, took the greatest pain
) in setting my house in nice order, ant
making everything ready TO gree
him with the dear accustomed home
look upon his return.
In the midst of these preparation!
| received letter from my HUSBAND
informing me that a splendid opening
for business had been offered him il
a western city, and that, if l did no
too strenuously object to the change
he intended to accept it.
In less than three weeks from the
day he came back to us, our home
was sold, our furniture fairly given
away at auction, our wearing apparel
and smaller movables packed. and
we ourselves husband, wife, and a
three year-old baby-boy our way
to that detested town, which, for the
sake OF indlvidualizing it, on this oc-
casion, shall call Tynda!e,
1t is enough to say here that our
enterprise proved most disastrous
| My husbands business never answer
ed his expect ations, and though it
| opened moderately we'll at first, de
clined even more rapidly, until at last
| it became mere nothing. He and
| my little boy were victims to the hor-
rible ''chills and fever" while for my
self, | can truly say that all my days
in Tyndale were days of pain, and suf-
fering, and ennui. Still | could have
borne up bravely had it been we'll with
my husband and child
1t WAS III our season of deepest de-
preston that friend, an old ac-
quaintance from the east, then resi-
dent i'll Tyndale, called upon me,
and invited Inc to accompany her to
visit the wonderful wise woman"
who had just made her appearance in
Tyndale.
Now l had never any, the least,
faith IN the vaccinations and revela
tons of the large class of fortune
tellers, astrologers, and clairvoyants.
50 called. | had despised them as
unmitigated humbugs, as dealers in
worthless wares, as leeches, preying
on the life-blood of their credulous
followers But | confess | was some
what inclined to change my opinion
on hearing my friends account of the
wonderful revelations of the perso-
mage under discussion, and, in addi
ton to this, | felt all the influence of
that keen desire which comes to all
in seasons of depression and uncer
tainty, to lift the veil that hides the
future, if ever SO little, and discover
whatever of hope and promise it con
tanned for me.
| did not accompany my friend
without solicitation, a good deal of 1T,
but L finally did accompany her, and
that not unwillingly.
However. / entered the presence of
the clairvoyant, for SO she termed
herself, with no feelings save those Of
curiosity mingled with a certain con
tempt for the woman whom l could
not yet admit to be anything but a
pretender.
Mrs. Moselv-the name that ap-
peared upon thu clairvoyant's cards,
came forward to greet us upon our
entrance-a tall, fair woman, with
beautiful, ripping brown hair, and
| the sweetest and yet the most power
full expression l had ever seen. In
what her power consisted, | could not
tell then, nor can | now Her man
ners were exceedingly graceful. lady
like and refined.
She received us as one gentleWolnan
| receives another IN her own drawing
room, offered us seats, conversed with
| US for few moments on general to-
pics, only pauslng when our interest
tagged. My friend took advantage
of this pause to state the object of our
visit.
Mrs. MOsely at once seated herself
beside my friend She looked at her
calmly, studying her features and ex
preston, noting, as | could. see every
sign Of temperament, every indication
of physical and mental conditions.
After few minutes she began to
speak. As she did so. a wonderful
change came over her. Her form be
came rigid. Her face lost every tint
OF color, and grayness almost like
that of death spread over her fea-
lures. Her eyes We're open and di-
lated as to the globes of them, while
the pupils narrowed strangely and
assumed the glitter of some mysteri-
Gus gem | know l thought as 1 gaz-
ed at them of the occult Influences
which have been fabulously ascribed
to some precious stones.
Her voice was clear, low and soft,
its tones having all the murmurous
swell and dying fall lent to music by
distance, and wonderfully distinct,
nevertheless, but flowing On in pleas
ant monotony that had all the inhu
ence of spell.
| sat and listened while, III tones
ike these. she recounted to my friend
the events of her past life, and was
startled when L detected the perfect
accuracy with which she described
some that | had known This reca-
pltulatlon ended, she began to speak
of the future Here, of course. |
could not follow her; but my intellect,
stimulated by all l had seen and
heard, failed not to acknowledge the
perfect logical sequence, the unbroken
probabilities of all the events which
| sne predicted. l strove to free my
self from the growing belief that all
she uttered must prove true. But in
vain, while could see that my freud
gave unlimited credence to the whole.
My turn came at hast, and shud
dered as | assumed the chair my
friend had left, yet could not resist
the power that brought me there.
Nus. Mosely, who meantime mad
walked about the room. refreshed her
self with a glass of ice water. and
paused before the mirror to arrange 6
stray curl, sat opposite me. Her fac,
| re normal