The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1907-03-08
CLAIMS MRS. EDDYlS
VICTIM OF BLACK ART

Hypuot1Sm lies at the root OF the
whole matter, and we shall surely
witness an exhibition of its fearful
power that viii amaze the world"
Continuing, he said: For some rea-
son, never explained to my satisfac-
ton. mother would not think of letting
me return to my Western home.
had gone to her prepared for only q
short visit, but she sternly silenced
every suggestion Of my departure
There were imperative reasons why
I should have been at home. My
young wife was about to give birth
to the first child. and my business al.
fairs also were In need of attention.
But mother would not permit me TO
leave her. So, week after week, and
month after month, stayed on in
Boston, moving from house to house
and learning to hate the arch enemies
of my mothers peace with all my soul.
Master of Black Arts.
Zone man mother talked OF most.
He was a master hand at the black
arts, as mother pictured hin.-daily to
me, until at last I made up my mind
to cut him short in his evil work. But
I kept my plan to. myself One morn
ing I slipped my revolver into my
overcoat pocket and left our boarding
house, ostensibly for stroll
II had never seen this man, but l
knew where he had Offices, and /
walked straight there. He was doing
business as healer, and his name, let
tered on brass plate. was on the
door of mis- Office. Every detail of that
visit is as clear in my mind to-day as
If it took place only week ago.
THE girl who admitted me asked If
Il was a patient and answered yes
A great load of trouble semed lifted
from my heart. felt that in another
momentI would have that man in my
power, where black arts could not save
him.
"The unsuspecting girl led me
straight to the mans ONCE, on the
second floor of the house, opened the
door, bowedsme into the room. and hur.
ried away. Mothers enemy was be
fore me, seated at his desk.
"He looked up smilingly and asked:
Are you in need of treatment?
Pulling out my revolver, walked
up to him. pressed the cold muzzle
of the weapon to his head, and said:
"sI have made up my mind that you
are in need of treatment
Then, while he shook like jelly
fish with terror, gave him his one
chance for life. told him that my
mother knew all of his black art tricks
to ruin her, and that / had made up
my mind to stop HIM or to Kill him.
"sYou needn't tell me that you are
not working your game of hypnotisIn
to rob US Of friends, and to drive
mother to madness" said I. Ny one
word to you is this: IL we have to
move from one other boarding house
will search you out and shoot you
like mad dog -''-'-----
ST shall never forget how that man
begged for his life at the end of my
weapon and swore that the black art
story was false and that mother had
deceived me.
''But l did the business all right"
continued Glover "We were not or
dered out of another boarding house
that winter. Mother seemed very
much surprised when l told her what
i had done, but she did not scold me.
Her spirits seemed to improve, and in
few days consented to let me re-
turn home to my wife and the little
SON | had not yet seen"
Court records recently unearthed In
Boston revealed the long-concealed
fact that Mrs. Eddy's husband. DR.
Eddy, was at the time of his death.
under Indictment, charged with con-
spiracy to murder the friend and col
league Of the man Glover refers to.
Second Visit to My Mother.
Il next saw my mother in the year
of 1887" continued Glover, when I
brought my family from the West and
located for the winter in Chelsea. a
suburb Of Boston. During that win
ter occasionally visited nv mother