Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1900-10-12

The tobacco jar did as IL trdS ordered.
him. and of course if he takes a ticket
every time it will cost him a lot of
money. | did the best | could for
him, but of course it's difficult for him
to put himself in my place. thought
afterward that his clothes might have
got scorched, you know-if hadeS is all
it's supposed to be-before | shifted
him. In that case | suppose they'd
have locked him up in San Francisco.
OF course | willed a new suit of
clothes on him directly thought of it.
But, you see, I'm already in a deuce
of tangle"-
Mr.. Maydig looked serious. 81 see
you are in tangle. Yes. it's a diff.
cult position. How you are to end
it, He became diffuse and incon.
elusive.
However we'll leave Winch for n
little and discuss the larger question.
| don't think this is a case of the
black art or anything of the sort. |
don't think there is any faint of Grim.
inality about it at all. Mr. Fotheringay
none whatever unless you are sup
pressing material facts. No, it's mir
acles-pure miracles-miracles, If |
may say so, of the very highest class"
He began to pace the hearth rug and
gcsticulate, while Mr.. Fotheringay sat
with his arm on the table and his head
on his arm, looking worried. Il don't
see how I'm to manage about Winch"
he said.
"A gift of working miraces-appar
emily very powerful gift" said Mr.
Maydig, will find way about Winch
never fear. My dear sir, you are n
most important mana man of the
most astonishing possibilities. As
evidence, for example! And in other
ways, the things you may do
Yes, I've thought Of thing or two"
the things came a bit twisty You
saw that fish at first? Wrong sort Of
bowl and wrong sort of fish. And |
thought I'd ask some one"
"a proper COURSE" said Mr.. Maydig.
"a very proper course-altogether the
proper course"
He stopped and looked at Mr.. Foth.
eringay. ITS practically an unlimited
gift. Let us test your powers. for in
stance. If they really are-if they
really are all they seem to be-"
And So incredible as it may seem, in
the study of the little house behind the
Congregational chapel. on the evening
of Sunday. Nov. 10, 1896. Mr.. Fother.
ingay, egged on and inspired by Mr.
Maydig, began to work miracles. The
readers attention is specially and def
nitely called to the date. He will OBJ
ject, probably has already objected.
that certain points in this story are i'm
probable; that If any things of the sort
already described had indeed occurred
they would have been in all the papers
years ago. The details immediately
following he will find particularly
hard to accept, because among other
things they involve the conclusion that
he OF she, the reader in question, must
have been killed in a violent and I'm.
precedented manner on Nov. 10, 1896
Now miracle is nothing If not i'm
probable, and as a matter of fact the
reader was killed in a violent and I'M
precedented manner on that date. In
the subsequent course of this story
that will become perfectly clear and
credible, as every right minded and
reasonable reader will admit. But
this is not the place for the end Of the
story, being but little beyond the hither
side of the middle.
And at first the miracles worked by
Mr.. Fotherngay were timid little mir
acles-little things with the cups and
parlor titments, as feeble as the
miracles of theosophists, and, feeble
as they were, they were received with
awe by his collaboration. He would
have preferred to have settled the
Winch business out of hand, but Mr..
Maydig would not let him. But after
they had worked dozen of these do
nestle trivialties their sense of power
grew, their imagination began to show
signs Of stimulation and their ambition
enlarged. Their first larger enterprise
was due to hunger and the negligence
of Mrs. Minchin, Mr.. Maydig's house
Keeper. The meal to which the min
lister conducted Mr.. Fotheringay was
certainly ill laid and uninviting as re-
frcshment for two industrious miracle
workers, but they were already seated,
and Mr.. Maydig was descanting in sol-
row rather than in anger upon his
hOusekeeper's shortcomings before it
occurred to Mr.. Fotheringay that an
opportunity lay before him. Don't
you think, Mr.. Maydig," he said, "if it
isn't a liberty, r.
MY dear Mr.. Fotheringay! OF
course! No-I didn't think"
Mr.. Fotheringay waved his hand.
What shall we have" he said, in a
large, inclusive spirit, and, at Mr.. May
digs selection, I'm always particular