The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-07-06
Good Tlrpes up There.
~. Y Trflnas.

(N J. Tribune
"WhAt don't know about,the occult and
the esoteric and psychical research would
fll the biggest tome that you ever saw N
your lIie," remarked bluff man from Non.
tans the ms jor portion Of whose life ba,
been spent in quest Of pay rock, who ID In
Warrington on some mining business
Moreover, oil Of the superstition that hud,
. Judgement In me could be extracted with
| the aid Of toothplck"
And yet had an experience few weeks
sgo In Pltttburg that generated within me
. pretty healthy line Of thinking. won't
say, one way or another, what thiuk Of It,
but III tell you the story from the begin.
ming, lust a. 1t happened.
Eight or niIe years ago ! had a pros.
pectiug partner named Cole Risley. W.
were shopping around the Kootenal coun'
Try for several J ears together. We built q
little cabin on . small plateau on the slope
Of one Of the hills where we had an idea
that we might light upsn some assay dirt,
and we used to hit out out In different di.
rctions.evry morning with ourtools, re-
turning to the cabin with the setting OF the
sun, both Of Us dog tired.
We were more than one hundred miles
from q raj road and seventy miles from any
kind Of a settlement whatever.
One August night, couple Of hours az
ter we had both returned to the cabin, a
heavy thunderstorm came up. | was In
bed, pretty sleepy, when the storm began,
but Cole, M partner, was sitting up, read.
Ing an old ag' zine by candlelight.
HE was atp'culA'ive sort Of chap, was
Cole, and for tuch sn ,minently practical
man be had queer sort Of fondness for
talking about the life to come.
"rhe dim light Of the candle hurt his
eyes when be had been reading for while
on this night I'm speaking Of, so he closed
up the magazine and began to talk. was
60 dead tired that | didn't feel like talk.
Ing.
"Jack,' Cole said to me, while the light.
ming was hishing and the thunder rolling
over the mountain, wonder what kind Of
times they have up yonder9 noddlng in the
direc Ion whence procsededltbe terrific re-
verberations,
"Oh, s'pose they have bully times up
there, Cole, said /, Kind Of cross like. Lem.
me alone. want to get to sleep.
"Cole didn't say anything more, ard a.
ter bit heard him 20 to the cabin door.
he opened the door, probably for the pur-
pose Of looking at the superb electrical dis
play over the mountains, and let In blast
Of wind that came perilously near lifting
the cabin.
"Blame your fool skin! ! shouted to
him, shut the door! Dye want to have the
shack lifted up into the cir and set down
about 400 miles the other side Of
Just then there WAS binding fash Of
light, instantly followed by . terrific peal
Of thunder.
81 don't know how long the shock put me
out, but do know that when ! slowly
came to and groped my way to the still
open door the storm had died away, oil the
clouds had dlspersed, the moon WAS shining
hrightly-ind my poor partner, Cole Rig.
ley, was lying in the doorway, dead M =
nail.
"The bolt that had only shocked me had
killed him. buried the poor old chap the
next morning, stuck piece Of box at the
head o; the grave and painted line or two
on It. Then quit that section - fast as ]
could get over the ground.
We'll, found some pay rock In the Col
orsdo hills few months later, and aince
then I've been more or less on velvet.
About three weeks ago stopped of at
Pittsburg on nv way to New York, to see
II / couldn't dig up too or three chaps from
that town whom had known In Denver.
couldn't fod any Of them, but at my hotel
ran across commercial traveller 1 had
know out West nearly ten years sgo. ]
hadn't seen him siLce that time. We had
one or two together, and then he asked me
where was going to put In the evening.
No here 10 "a asticular, told him.
"welI. ssii he, am going to take In
spritualstic feance to-night-the frat one
tvar attepded-jast to see what they do.
don I take any kind Of stock 10 the game,
but I'm curious to look |. over for oIca,
spyhow. Come on along with me.
l went ' b him. IL WAS also the st
thing oi the sort that had ever attended.
I'VE went to aither dipgy bcuss on the
out,kir,s Of Pltttturg Ard fourd . group
Of nosd.script pefior', men and women,
sitting iround The psrlor, waiting for the
AFFAIR to begin. Il WAS to be Z slate writ.
Ipg q snct, as the stcdsv, middle aged wo'
mar, Who VAS the medium, explained.
Their, when al was set, ~ the dealers put
T., she disappeared behind . screen, and We
heard the scratching Of . slate pencil on .
sls.e. 10 . few moments the MEDIUM re.
apps srsd With the sia,e 10 her hand.
There. Ia q gentl. man called Jack 10 the
room, the medium said quietly.
ell.thtre want sby ytLifg so r, msiks-
BILE tbout that. Nv commercial traveller
friend rudged me and whispered:
''osn up to ycur IIckname jus, to see
what's 10 IL.
49, stood up and told the MEDIUM that
my friends generally called me Jack.
This, ther, hs mssssge for you, said