Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1903-11-27

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JIM that all men are full of suDeF''i-
49, ton.
In the second place, let 1t be under
stood that all men think they are not
superstitious.
So did we. SO especially did jim
Beasley, the artist, at whose diggings
we had gathered to help consume big
Thanksgiving turkey that his mother
had sent him all the way from Yer
mont.
Beasley was skeptic in all things.
He had been born that way Yet he
was O member of the Society for Psy-
chical Research, and the time that he
did not put in In the art room Of his
newspaper he spent looking into hyp-
notlsm, telepathy, spiritualism, and
kindred subjects.
So 1t was Beasley who proposed after
the turkey had been disposed Of and
cigars smoked that We try some psy-
chical experiments.
II am sure we can get results he
said. "Allenton here will make a
good subject, | know
All Of us were newspaper men ex.
cept Attention. He was young law
yer recently arrived from the East He
was a rather silent, peculiar chap. but
q thoroughly good fellow. None of us
knew much about his past or cared to
know. Among newspaper folk a man
Is taken for what he Is, not what he
has been. Attention had a high strung,
nervous system. and this 1t was that
made Beasley say he would be good
subject.
We pulled card table into the CEN
ter of the room, turned down the gas.
and sitting down formed mystic cir
Gle around the table. with hands touch
Ing. Then we waited for the spirits
to come. For half an hour we sat in
silence. Then Rogers leaned over to
me.
Were a pack Of fools, old man." he
whispered. As he spoke sound came
from the plano In the corner. 1t was
followed by another and still another.
An unseen hand seemed TO be passing
over the keyboard Each of us looked
at the plano in blank astonishment
The lid was closed.
This did not bother the unseen per
former, who was evidently looking for
Q keynote. In a moment 1t was found
Then through the room the sweet notes
Of a woman's voice stole softly. 1t
was q rich contralto of wide compass,
and In manner never before heard by
mortal ears 1t sang Balfe's beautiful
ballad, 1.-The Heart Bowed Down"
The effect was weird beyond the tell
ing of words. Each Of us looked like
craven image, and no man dared
Look in the eyes of his nelghbor The
song seemed TO come from a long way
on, yet every tone was distinct and
the accompaniment on Beasley's piano
perfect It was sung with depth of
feeling that told that the heart Of the
singer was In 1t.
The last verse was breathed In
passion Of sorrow. The wall of 1t is
with me stlll. -.
MY God, that voice-that voice"
1t was Attention who spoke. He had
thrown his head down on the table be-
tween his arms, as II to shut out the
sound. Just then the dying notes of
the song suddenly changed into the
strains Of the "Lohengrin" Wedding
March. / have heard 1t played at
many wedding, yet never have l
heard Its majestic chords rendered as
It was that night by Invisible hands
on Beasley's closed piano. In a paean
of triumph 1t finally ended
Silence Of death fell on the room. It
was broken by gentle tap on the
window. Beasley, who alone had kept
his nerve. went forward softly and
threw up the blinds.
Heavens! Look there!' he said
On the frosted window pane, stand
ing out against the clear moonlight,
was the face OF woman. 1t seemed
b have been drawn with a sharp point
In the aim Of the frost. Every line
was perfect. 1t was beautiful face,
with an expression of sadness never to
be forgotten. The wide-open eyes
looked straight into the room. Be
meath the picture In woman's hand.
these words were written:
81 have come for you. AGNES"
20, God-it Is she-it is shei'
1t was Allenton's voice again. he
lad risen from his chair and come
ONWARD the window. In the moonlight
ds face was bluish white. Terror
vas written on every feature. Like
ma undar n horrid smell he afQod for |