The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-27

The next day Mr.. Fotheringay heard
two Interesting items b. news. Some
one had planted most beautiful I
climbing rose against the elder Mr..
G6mshott's al private house in the
Lullaborough road, and the river as far
as Rawlings mill was to be dragged
for Constable Winch.
Mr.. Fotheringay was abstrac.ed and
thoughtful all that day and performed
no miracles either on that day or the
next, except certain provisions for
Winch and the miracle of completing |
his days work with punctual perfec-
ton in spite of all the bee swarm of
thoughts that hummed through his
mind. And the extraordinary abstrac-
ton ans meekness of his manner We're
remarked by several people and made
matter for jesting. For the most
part he was thinking Of Winch.
On Sunday evening he went to chap
Ell, and, oddly enough, Mr.. Maydig, who
took a certain interest in occult mat
tiers, preached about things that are
not lawful" Mr.. Fotheringay was
not regular chapel goer, but the syn-
TEN of assertive skepticism, to which
have already alluded, was now very
much shaken The tenor of the SER
mon threw an entirely new light on
these novel gifts, and he suddenly de-
cided to consult Mr.. Maydig imme-
diately after the service. So soon as
that was determined he found himself
wondering why he had not done SO
before.
Mr. Maydig, lean, excitable man
with quite remarkably long wrists and
neck, was gratified at the request for q
private conversation from a young
man whose carelessness in religious
matters was matter for general re-
mark in the town. After few nee
essary delays, he conducted him to the
study of the Manse, which was con-
tiguous to the chapel, seated him COM
fortably, and, standing in front of a
cheerful fre-his legs threw Rhodian
arch Of shadow on the opposite wall
requested Mr.. Fotheringay to state his
business.
At first Mr.. Fotheringay was little
:, abashed, and found some difficulty in
opening the matter You will scarce
~ believe me, Mr.. Maydig, | an
afraid" and so forth for some time
He tried question at last and asked
Mr.. Maydig his opinion of miracles.
Mr.. Maydig was still saying Well
t in an extremely judicial tone, wher
7 Mr.. Fotheringay interrupted again
You don't believe, l suppose, tina
e some common sort Of person-like my
S self, for instance-as it might be sit
l. ting here now. might have some sort o
e twist inside him that made him abb
t., to do things by his will'
e "It's possible" said Mr.. Maydie
= Something of the sort, perhaps. i
n possible"
e IF might make free with some
'e thing here, think might show 20
+ by sort Of experiment" said MI
l. Fotheringay. Nov, take that tobae
ir co jar on the table, for instance. VIVA
IT l want to know is whether what ar
v going to do with it is miracle or no,
lie Just half minute, Mr.. Maydis
s. please"
t He knitted his brows, pointed to tn
v tobacco jar and said. "Be bowl G
re violets."
:. The tobacco jar did as it was o.
dered.
he Mr.. Maydig started violently at til
Il change and stood looking from til
n thaumaturgist to the bowl of flowers
u He said nothing. Presently he ve1
Is tured to lean over the table and SINE
e. the violets; they were fresh picked an
very fine ones. Then he stared at NJ
u Fotheringay again.
K "How did you do that?" he asked.
ut Mr.. Fotheringay pulled his mustach
w ,"Just told it, and there you are.
u that a miracle, or is it black art, {
what is it? And what do you think
ne the matter with me? That's what
Z: want to ask"
le Its most extraordinary occu
renee"
Id 'And this day last week l knew L
more that Icould do things like thu
than you did. 1t came quite suddel
y. It's something odd about my WILL
at suppose, and that's as far as / ca
I! see."
~ SIS that-the only thing? Could yo
~ do other things with that?"
". Lord, yes" said Mr. Fotheringa
ne Just anything" He thought an
~ suddenly recalled a conjuring ente
tainment he had seen. "Herew q
" pointed. Change into bowl of fis
a. mo, not that-change into a gla.
bowl full of water with goldfish swim
ming in it. That's better! You 81
ne that, Mr.. Maydig?'
> Its astonishing. It's incredibl
y. You are either most extraordinary
But no.
IT. II could change it into anything
e! said Mr.. Fotheringay, lust anythin
y. Here! Be pigeon, will your"
IN In another moment blue pigec
OF was futtering round the room an
at making Mr.. Maydig duck every time
came near him. "Stop there, will you
rd said Mr.. Fotherngay. and the pigec
m. hung motionless in the air. 81 cou
y, change it back to a bowl of flowers
llr he said and after replacing the pigec
r. +ho FOL, alo