The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-04-27
THE MISSING RING.
The Story OF Magic Lantern Seance
and a Young Man in Love.
From thc Indianapolis press


Thomas Schureman, who lives on
Holly avenue, in West Indianapolis, a
few weeks ago made bad loan, and,
in lieu of the money, he was over
Whelmed with the borrowers gratitude
and magic lantern. The gratitude.
thought Schureman, was without prac-
tical value, but the magic lantern
might be pressed into service. The
machine was set up and a number of
private exhibitions were given, attend
ed by Mr.. Schureman, the operator, and
Mr.. Schureman's dog, Blk.
state of perfection was reached in
the course Of time, and, the other night,
number of friends We're invited to the
Schureman home to witness the first
public exhibition of the collection Of
slides. Unfortunately for the host he
invited a man who was engaged to a
girl. The man could not appear on
time, but the girl took her chair at the
hour set. The seat at her side was re-
served for the young man.
Half the performance was over when
Schureman's assistant at the door was
interrupted in his observation of the
pictures by the appearance of the be-
lated young man. where's Miss Heus-
tis sitting?" he asked
AS we'll as the darkness would permit
and 1t might be said that the room
was as dark as dark could be-the
usher directed the new arrival to the
seat reserved for him.
Here" said Mr.. Schureman, bring
ing the picture into focus. 1--WE find
real Japan-Japan unsullied by contact
a Of
far from the"
from the front felt her hand pinched,
seat at her side.
Great Scott, Jessie" said the voice
in her ear, emerging from the black
ness, i've had the most dreadful time
finding this seat in the dark. That fell
low at the door said it was no use, that
people coming in late ought to sit
wherever they could. | told him / had
to sit by you and that 7 was going to
sit there or break up the meeting. He
wasn't on, you see. Gee! oh! Jessie,
I'm so glad ! found you. You don't
know"
For generations this imposing i'm
personation of the god has watched
over its thousands of worshipers.s In
dia-India, the land of mystery, philos-
ophy and age has at last found the
germ of progress buried in its
breast"
"sh!" said the young mans girl, IT
don't know what you are talking
about, can't hear Mr.. Schureman;
keep still"
"IIa. ha," chuckled the young man,
Just as though you cared for the old
lecture. You said you'd be glad when
the room was darken--"
And now,' continued Mr.. SEIZURE
mans voice, here is one of the In
dian fakirs, bowed with the weight
o. years, hoary with age. What Sc
orets of nature has he mastered, what
great phlos-"
Jessie" said the voice in the ear
of the girl. 1t was "A command this
time.
"sh!' she whispered back. Keep
still"
And now, after many weeks in this
land of mystery and age and ruin,
we turn with feeling of relief, per-
haps, toward the shores of our own
native land
Jessie"
"nat! on! STOP
You're not wearing my ring? What
does this mean? Have you taken it
off? Have you ceased to-"
Ssh, keep still; I want to listen"
From the California shores we can
already discern the smoke of our great
factories. We get breath of the en-
ergy of our crowded streets; we feel
the rush and jostle of our enterpri----"
Isn't that pretty?" whispered the
girl.
What do ] care for that when you
oh, Jessie, mine"
What land is create than this?
Nhc l"tlon stronger; where the flag
more l"ed, more revered than our
own staI and stripes?"
And as The lights fiared up to a violin
accompaniment the young man dis
covered why he had missed Jessie's
ring. 1t was another girl.