The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-12-10
GHOSTS IN THEIR new ABODE.
SOMETIMES SISTER MILLER HAS
TO BE SHARP WITH THEN.

population of Brooklyn last night when the
Second Spiritual Church OF Bedford avenue
was opened only a few short steps from the
Aurora Grata Cathedral OF Bishop May s.
Pepper. sometime known as Mary Ann
Scannell. The high priestess OF the new
ha'nted house is Mrs. Louis Miller, who
summoned and grasped the air from 8
o'clock till 10 before a congregation that
filled every seat in a hall at l248 Bedford
avenae
Sister Miller was assisted by Brother
Knabe of Washington, ID. C.. and between
them they got together so many controls
that the spiritual wires almost blew out a
fuse and Sister Miller had TO sink into a
cane seated chair from exhaustion. Most
Of the readings were flower messa ges,"
that il. the seekers of TRUTH and light handed
up chrysanthemums and carnations known
70 the spirit world as pinks), and after
fondling the stems a while Sister Miller
would tell the owners of the flowers that
everything was to the nossy with j. X
or Ida" or the tall man" in a region more
glorious than Brooklyn. Some OF the
residents Of Brooklyn's ghost belt just
couldn't resist the habit Of sending mp sealed
letters instead of flowers. but the best con-
trolls were got from the bouquets.
Brooklvn, ever in the lead in the occult
d sciences. was early on the spiritual job and
thew came into the services" laden with
posies in a wad that will cause most OF the
BROOKLYN florists to join Sister Miller's new
cult. Besides Sister Miller a11 her husband
who was once a deacon in the Presby-
terrain Church. but was converted to spirit
ualism with his wife six years ago-ta ere
was Sister White, a large, motherly looking
spiritualist dressed expansively in light
gray. Brother Knabe of Washington sat
down among the congregation till Sister
White had finished a half hour address on
whittier are we drifting and Sister Miller
had called forth ghosts till the air was blue.
Only when one control grasped Sister
Miller TOO tightly and she had TO come
back 20 a material wooden chair and rest
did Brother knabe call forth his collection
of spirits. Mr.. Miller's only work seemed
10 be that of spiritualistic as
il were. and his short address was min
principally to the emphatic statement that
the collection that was 10 be- taken up before
abe spirits would be called forth was merely
a part of the services and nothing more.
The tenor of Sister Whites Introductory
address vas that the spirit moves on and
that we must try to keep up the pace. What
shall you do? All, lock yourself in the
pantry and Commune alone with the inner
Consciousness Advance upward and on
ward, all, ever onward through the straight
path that leads through the wilderness and
on which your boat will never he wrecked,
But alb. alas, man now drinks the fiery stuff
that stultifes the inner consciousness and
Adam has his way. right here in Brooklyn,
and the Lord is blackballed. All!
@Ah, we should believe the Almighty
knows His own business. Old things come
and 20, but whittier are we've drifting,
People do good, and oh, they know psychics
az we'll a. Prof. Hyslop and his kind, and
Mrs. Parsons trial marriages were old IN
the day Of Eden. And 100 years from now
the elevated trains will rise story over story,
the fiery eastern skies, burning like a great
CONFEDERATION on the ocean of time. Will be
s-buz with graceful wind wagons; and may
we try in that day also. As there IL a heaven
above, before hat glad day comes each
man, looking into the lace OF ms ieil9w,
will know the innermoSt thought Of his
brother. All will then be truth because
who can lie when his consciousness tells
him: My fellow man seen my face and
knowed that / thought otherwise
."Ah, my friends. we must prune our
selvee. Invite the Adam in you 10 go down
and out. So prepare ourselves that the
angels will climb down the golden ladder
with great sweeps Of their shining wings
a. they fly and carry MS 70 our long home
while BROOKLYN murmurs. Well done. thou
good and faithful servant. There goes a
good one We will now sing No. ,, page IS"
When the hymn was ended Brother Miller
advanced 70 the front OF the platform and
told Of the collection.
You are not paying for truth, said
Brother Miller, a solemn faced young man
In a frock coat. fancy waistcoat and hand
kerchief corner draped gracefully from an
upper pocket. "You are paying the freight,
that is all. Merely the reigh And !
want you above all things 10 remembe r
that the collection rs merely a necessary
part Of the services. can't impress mat
upon You too much. Il Is merely a part
OF the services ,
"The answers to the messages will he read
after-after-the collection. Sister Miller,
who holds seances every Friday night At
her home at pO Tompkins avenue 400
Tompkins ~avenue-will read from the
flowers that nave been kindly left or the
piano. At Sister Miller's seances, at 400
fompkins avenue every Friday night, rain
or shine, everybody gets an answer to his or
her message -
Sister Miller, a good looking matron OF
about 20. dressed prettily in black, slipped
from the lone glass of water that prepared
the various spiritualists for excursions into
regions that were evidently waterless, and
then walked slowly over 20 the fower laden
piano and began to caress the stems.
PLAY someth hing - m hing soft, "
orooned Sister Miller to a vide girl seated
at the piano. From her dreamy tones il
could be seen that Sister Miller was already
falling into the grasp of the controls. ALEC
she was breathing heavily. A trolley bell
banged in the distance. b
I'm perfectly helpless sighed Sister
Miller after a time, and she drew her hand
across her closed eyes YEARLY. Don't
throw your thoughts at me, ' she warned
the congregation hastily. "Implore the
spirits to help me. -
TAh, mother. | get the word mother. -
said the gifted woman at last, and she
walked up and down bet ween the piano and
the platform undoubtedly for a moment
Nov over TO home / have a larger platform
where ] can arrange the flowers alongside
Of me, and this little stage gifts me all fus-
tered. As ! was saying, | hear the word
mother. Some one reaches out for one,
three, FIVE people. But / don't git a name
vet. All, there IL is-Henry. Whose flowers
Is these? Will the lady or gent kindly git
np?"
= young woman wearing the spirit Of a
green parrot on her lid arose all in a trcmble
and said the flowers were hern.
is your mother in the spirit?' asked Sister
Miller anXiously.
mo. she's Twin over on Joralemon street, +"
gssped the young woman breathlessly.
rShe gimme the flowers, though, to bring
70 Won and she warned me not to touch the