Arizona republican., 1905-03-19
By eeIett Burgess and Will Irwin


 Coffee John looked the thin, black eyed stranger over calmly and judici- ally.
 You'll be one as lives by is wits. an more from the lack of 'em in other people, especially femyles." the prop rietor declared. "Yer one O ten thar sand in this taPn as picks up easy money, if so be they's no questions arsked. But If I ain't mistook yer've come a cropper. an yer ain't much used to sweatin' fer yer salary. But that don't explain wy yer 'ad to tumble in to this plyce like the devil was drivin' yer, an put darn a swig O 'ot coffee to drarn yer conscience, like. Clay street want af1re, nor yet in no dynger O bein flooded, so I'm switched if I twig yer gyme!"
 Well, have got a conscience" be- gan the stranger. though I'm no worse than many what make simulatiOns to be better, and I never give nobody nOthin they didn't want, and wasn't willin' to pay for. and why shouldn't get it as well as any other party? Seein' you don't know any of the parties, and with the understandin' that all I say is in confidence between friends, profession al like, I'll tell you the misfortunes that have avercame me" So he began. THE STORY OF THE EX-MEDIUM
 I am Professor Vange, trance test, business, materialisin', sympathetic. harmonic, inspirational and developin' medium, and independent slate writer. Before I withdrew from the profession. them I had comforted and reunited. said that was by far the best in ex- istence. My tests was of the sort that gives satisfaction and convinces even the most skeptical. My front parlor was thronged every Sunday and Tues day with ladies' the most genteel, and elegant and gentlemen.
 When I really learned my powers was a palm and card reader. Madame August. the physic card reader and Reno Secress give me the advice that put me in communication. She done it after a joint readin we give for the benefit of the Astral Seers' Protective Union.
 'vango." she says-I was usin' the name "Vango" already; it struck me as real tasty-"Vango," she says. you're wastin' your talents. These is the days when men speak by inspira- tion. You got genius; but you ain't no palmist.'
 Why ain"t I?" I says, knowin' all the time that they was sOmethin' wrong; "don't talk as good as any?"
 You're a genius," says she. "and you lead where others follow; your idea of tellin' every woman that she can write stories if she tries is one of the best ever conceived, but if you don't mind me sayin' 1t, as one profess sional to another, it's your face that's wrongi"
 ''My face?" says l.
 Your face and your hands and your shape and the balance of your physic- ality," says she. "'They want big eyes brown is best, but blue will do-and ways that you can hang a past to, and Pm frank to say that you ain't got 'em. You have got platform talents, and you'll be a phenomena where you can't get near enough to 'em to hold hands. Test seances is the future of this bus iness. Take a few developin' sittin's and you'll see.''
 For the time disappointment and chagrin overcome me. Often and often since, I have said that sorrow is a means of development for a party. That's where I learned. Next year was holdin' test seances in my own room and maxim spirit photographs with my pardner for ample remunera- tion. Of course, made mistakes, but I can assert without fear of success full contradiction that I brought true communication as often as any of 'em.
 Once I sized up a woman that wore black before had asked the usual