The Winslow mail., 1908-01-18
BY IDA m. SHEPL-R
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Copyright, by Daily story Pub. Co.

last few nights il d Broadway hal! had
done wonderful things in the way of
making the subjects Of his power tell
strange secrets in their own lives or
that of some other person. Two per-
sons had come forward that last night.
Not of the will or wish of either. They
came because the hypnotist. fixing his
great black eyes on their eyes, com
pelIed their presence on the stage.
Both were nurses. One a fair, sad
faced girl, the other a bold over
dressed, middle aged woman.
The professor first made passes
over the girls eyes. Presently she be
gan to humble, then to talk of her
hard life, her WEAKNESS. Her parents
were dead sister and brother che had
none, but there was a lover, a young
physician, handicapped in his start for
place by an old grandfather and
weakly mother to support She could
net marry her love at present.
The professor had known pitiful
love, perhaps poverty. He quickly
awakened her He could not have her
babbling in sleepy way of her sweet,
love story.
The older woman had come upon
the stage at his compelling gaze, but
there was trouble in getting her suf-
ficiently hypnotized that she would
talk. She went off into contrary tant-
runs Of gesture, but her lips re-
mained so long tightly closed that the
audience despaired and became I'M
scant show for the money invested to
get into the hall The professor nodded
for quiet, and the woman began to
speak:
I'm nurse by profession. I never
m9rried II hate, no, no, l love him."
Her lirs came to with snap.
No, you don't love him. You know
you don't Now tell this audience why
you hate him. why he never married
you. Such a handsome woman. Tel
it your story the professor coaXed in
strangely insinuating tone.
Yes" she spoke now clear and
sharp. q was beautiful I am yet
Ugh, How l hated nursing. How
yet hate it. was going to marry such
a rich old man that had nursed when
| first met the man I loved-that
vet
No, you don't You hate him. &C
on" compelled the professor, for at
the word love her tongue had faltered
THAT | hate, yes, that's it. He
came for me to nurse his sickly wife
Fe had no money to pay me, bat what
fO 10 n
! knew. and even before she died he
made love to me. The wretch He
was a gambler. Down in his luck at
that time. found out. He was most.
~ down in his luck. When she died
he promised to marry me sOon. DID
he? No. He put himself where | did
not hear of him for five years. The
old rich man that I was to marry had
died, and not another 50 rich present,
ed himself to my favor until five years
after, and this time the man was
Younger than l and, half witted, sure.
ly. Going through a stupendOus for
tune as fast as ever fool went. | was
getting ready for a share of it as his
wife when a. letter came from the man
/" Hate" put in the professor.
Yes, hate, telling me where to come
He wanted me Immediately. He was
living with his old cousin, Rhoda," he
said; such a rich woman. He was her
nearest relative, he went on. She had
raised her niece, but the niece, who
was to heir all his Cousin Rhody's for.
tune, had disobeyed her, and ran away
0-ith some man her amt 0nSniCad