The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-04-09

Raging with the fury of all nature
the elements caught the town of Bur
NAH i'm a caidron of rain, wind and
lightning. Twigs and even limbs of
trees were hurled high above the bun
galows ana the rumbling of the ele-
plant herds was drowned in the thou
sand noises of the storm. Lashed from
side TO side a pyramidal tent stood bent
like an elm before the rush of wind
4 flap was blown aside and a vivid
flash of lightning revealed the notion
less figures of a Brahman priest and
slim woman, seated upon many Cush-
ions \ dim red lamp burned over
their heads. shedding a hickering
weird light upon their blanChed faces
Natures upheaval was to them as the
soft breeze which follows the suns set
ting, and. alone. they conversed of the
mysteries of life without the aid of
sign, spoken word or sound. Their lips
were compressed and their eyes firm
" fixed as each gaZed iutently almost
abrtractedly at the other. one was
High Priest, known the breadth and
length Of India, a master of the oc-
cult the other an American girl. An
ma Eva Fay, scholar of the occult
There she studied until she attained
that wonderful stage of proficiency of
being able to converse with one. fit
ted like herself. without the body. She
threw aside her spiritUaIistic tenden-
CieS- which developed in early life, and
studied the theory. or rather the fact.
OF mind over matter from a scientific
standpoint. And she has not only tri-
umphed. but has startled the world.
II one would see a frail little woman.
with delicate features and peuetrat-
ing hazel eyes. who holds in her hands
the secrets of countless people. who
has tracked and delivered to Justice
the worst criminals and who looks into
The lives Of others with never-faiIiue
results, a visit to the Grand theatre
where this odd disciple of mystery ap-
pears every night viii dispel every
veStige Of curiosity and leave the
Would-be mOCker a believer if not a
convert.
A Wonderful Transform alton.
In a flood Of light Anna Eva Fay
beams on her audience and looks and
talks very much like any individual.
suddenly her eyes grow dim and her
face loses its customary brightness
Her astral self, her inner self. her spir-
1T. rs supreme And life is held 70 the
clay abode by a small spark which
as she describes il, hOvers close to
her breast The body. for it Is nothing
more, is then placed i'm "a chair. The
eyes are bandaged and the whole form
euVelOped in a sheet. which is wound
time and again about the body and
chair Swiftly throwing forward her
right hand she points, first to the left
and then to the right OF the audience,
aS though searching for someone. A
quivering voice relieves the stiffness of
;he theatre. 1t is that of the astral
body delving into the secrets Of man
kind. JackSOn-JackSOn-t is
Jackson in the audience begins the
voice, who wants TO know where his
sister is" Without a pause the an
sWer comes; You last heard from her
I'm Deuver-that was six months ago.
she Is now in Chicago. She is sick.
She may recover. but il viii
take good nursing. It is a
hospital An attendant then asks
Mr. Jackson to stand He does. rs
that your question: he is asked He
hands a small bit of paper with writing
on IL. This is taken to the stage and
the attendant reads so that all may
hear: Where is my sister. Mary?''
Quickly. without the loss of a breath,
the voice calls another name and re-
peats the question:, and as rapidly half
sings the answer This continues with