The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-07-21
Che exploits 81 a Physician Detective

They can't hurt you any more" h
said.
Who? What do you mean? VIVA
do you know about them?"
Her voice was quavering and high
and, flashing a swift, scared look a
him, she tore at his supporting arm
with her hands. Let me alone! Oh
let me alone, or 1 shall dier' she
gasped.
4 know all about them. 1 have met
and overcome them more than one be
fore this, and 1 can do as much fol
you now" He held her as gently as
he might, but firmly, and began NOV
ing around so that he could gaze into
her eyes. Il am here to help you,
he continued, when he had accom-
plished this. you are suffering per-
secutiOn; a persecution, too, that is
easily stopped. 1 will stop it for you
Look at me, Mrs. Harish! Do you
know me?"
His gaze held her. The staring eyes
grew less wild, a momentary wonder
reasserted itself, and finally this mild
ness was replaced by a rapt f1xity of
introspection. With a sigh of relief she
put her hand into his, saying:
You are a physician, 1 suppose. No,
don't know you. But 1 feel better.
Thank you"
He withdrew his arm, and, still hold
ing her eyes steadily. arranged the pill
lows so that she could recline COM
fortably, facing him as he sat at the
bedside.
mo, Mrs. Harish," he said, carry
your mind back to the night on which
you were first seized with these at
lacks. Why did you scTeam?''
The room was full of spirits who
were beating me with clubs" she an
swered. without emotion.
Are you what is called a spiritual
ist?"
No; but my husband it, and he
wishes me to believe, too; and these
spirits, 1 have always thought, beat
me for my obstinacy."
Did anybody ever tell you that they
would do 500"
mo; but I have heard of such
things. Nobody knows anything about
their coming to me. 1 have never dared
tell even my husband. l had endured
everything since Mr.. JelliphersOn died.
For q long time l was horribly tor
mented, and at last, when he himself
came to me in the dead of night at the
head of a host of frightful shapes, all
of them armed with clubs just like his,
I could not stand it any longer.
lHlnk L IOSI my MIND
''One moment. Who is Mr.. Jellipher-
son? Begin at the beginning and tell
me all about it"
Mr.. JellipheTSOn was my husband s
friend-a spiritualist. He had an I'M
canny look and a harsh, rasping voice
that made me SILVER with fear when
ever 1 heard it, l could not bear him,
and used to hide from him when he
came here, as he often did. He brought
mediums, who got messages from the
spirit world, and that frightened me.
l could not endure to think of being
surrounded by an army of invisible
shapes who were watching me, infiu-
encing me, knowing all my most secret
and sacred thoughts. L cannot tell
you how the fancy of such things
preyed on my mind 1t was maddening
even to hear them talked about. But I
loved my husband, and, knowing that
he believed, and most earnestly wished
to continue doing so, l would not pain
him by confiding my trouble to him.
1t might eStrange us; and, besides,
sOmething-the spirits l thought-pre-
vented me from speaking of them to
anybody. So / hid my fright and pre-
tended that l had no objections to the
meetings; that l found them merely
amusing.
But Mr.. Jellipherson saw my antip-
athy and resented it, not openly, but
in various covert ways. Once he had a
a toy club made of some rare wood, in
laid with Jewels and gave 1t to Mr..
Harish for watch charm, telling him
it should typify his spiritual attitude.
1t was no use, he said, looking at me,
to try to talk sense to unbelievers.
People were so stupid that the only eff
hCient argument was a good club
With that, he said, one could silence
opposition by knocking brains out,
even if one could not convince by
knocking brains in. Though this was
said jestingly, it seemed very wicked to
me. I knew ne half meant it. My own
creed was love. 1 said nothing, but it
made me WTetChed, for l saw that my
husband agreed with his friend in his
aggressiveness rather than with me.
1t was as if a something of evil
growth had been planted between us
by Mr.. Jellipherson, and I dreaded him
more than ever. Then one evening"
during a discussion, Mr.. JelliphersOn,
who was nearly 20, solemnly promised
that if he should die before my hus-
band. which he was likely to do, he
would prove indubitably to him and
the world that a dead mans spirit can
return to earth. In what manner he
should do il he could not tell, but it
should be in way that must destroy
all doubt forever. And that promise
was the real beginning of my trouble
saw that he really believed, and
somehow, it made me believe, too.
From that day l began to fancy shapes
in the air. hear ghOstly whispers, and
feel the presence of evil spirits crowd
ing me in my rooms, not only at night,
but sometimes in the daytime as well.
My health suffered, and soon we went
abroad for a change of climate. Scarce
" had we arrived in Paris when we re
ceived a letter from home informing us
of Mr.. Jellipherson's death, Ind, I'cre
than that, that his last words had
been a message to Mr.. Harish telling
him he would surely keep his promise.
Then, to cap the climax of horrors,
the toy club disappeared from my hus-
bands watch chain!
What 1 began to suffer then no
words can describe. 1t was the spirit
of the dead man that had removed
the club, that was certain; we agreed
on that, and all that had gone before
was as nothing. But 1 still managed
to conceal my fright from Mr. Harish.
For two weeks we remained in the no
tel, never ceasing to search for TIE i st
club, expecting all the time we knew
not what, when one day my husband