Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-15
Bv WILL IRWIN
(Copyright by Bobbs-Merr1I Compahy.l


are not voices, but echoes.
When the time came for her 10
think on her own account, when, out
of her infinitely diverse characters
tics. she began to form character, Ro-
sale LIE Grange salved her conscience
with the reflection that she was,
after all, doing these people
good; that she never hunted
as others did, for big game;
that she took only legiti-
mate fee and gave in return 'consola-
ton and good advice. That served her
into her reflective forties. the period
when we have walked over the sum-
NIT of life, when in lonely dawns and
wakeful midnights the thought or
mans ultimate end pierces all our
meditations on the future. In those
sombre lights, things become plain to
which the brilliant light of full active
days blinds us. And Rosalie, adept
at reading other hearts, had read her
own.
For there was a strong streak or
Scotch in Rosalie. From the race or
warlocks and dreamers on the edge
of the infinite had she got her taste
and talent for mysticism, her genuine
clairvoyance- that may be.
From it had she taken her love for
mystery, her deep hidden leaning to-
ward romance. From it, finally, had
she taken a conscience which, like a
tree wind-planted in the cleft of a
rock. grew and matured to bear fruit
in spite of an adverse environment.
In these forties, conscience mastered
her She could no longer traffic with
grief to the shame of her own heart.
In her revelation to Martin MCGEE
she had concealed one fact, as it was
her habit to conceal the very springs
and sources of her actions. 1t was
that she had left the business OF pro-
fessional "mediumship," when turn
in her romantic life. brought fortune,
for conscience and conscience alone.
The hidden excitement and romance
of the profession, the contact with
other and strange minds, the oppor-
tunity for busybodying, for guiding
destinies-all these appealed. But she
could no longer endure the treacheries
and -sacrileges of her own method.
Here, now when she had thought to
put it all behind her, she was en1-
barked on the most treacherous adj
venture of all. She was playing with
human affection, not for the ultimate
comfort and consolation of the dupe,
but for an end which she dreaded to
think on. She had fought that out,
IL is true, on the afternoon when she
heard through the half-open door
Constance's weak appeal to Betsy
Barbara. She faltered no more-ex-
cept in her lonely communings with
herself-but her very distaste for the
work drove her to hasten 1t, as one
drinks a noxious draught at single
mouthful. Under the pretense that
her obsession was driving her, that
he had bottled it up too long. that 1T
lust had to come out of her" Rosalie
LIE Grange multiplied the seances
with Miss Estrilla to the point OF
danger and incaution.
On the second day after the session
in which Miss Estrilla had tried the
test of the fictitious revolver, she was
back again. This time--having assur-
ance that this WAS the true line or
attack-she brought both Victoria and
Miguel. Victoria, according to Doc
tor Carver, was the stronger: she
spoke much, though vaguely. Miguel
dropped only few phrases-now
Spanish, now English. During this
session, Miss Estrilla never moved
nor spoke. But Rosalie, daring
look at her through her long lashes,
perceived that her attitude was tense,
rapt.
In such long preliminary passages
with a difficult sitter (Rosalie's ex-
perience had taught herr there is
certain moment when the dupe
crosses the line between prudence
and absolute credulty. In quiet
self-contained person like, Miss
Estrilla, this moment comes, gener-
ally, with the first question. After
that, the course is as easy as lying.
The dupe once the defenses are
broken, is eager to believe. Where
before the skeptical mind turned
every new and irregular fact to the
disadvantage of the medium, now the
eager mind turns every fact to her
advantage. Every sheets a ghost"
Rosalie had remarked time and again.
Hardest thing is to hold 'em back.
There's nothin' they can't swallow
In this, her third seance, Rosalie
was proceeding as cautiously as an
elephant on a bridge, waiting for
that first and vital question.
It came at the fourth sitting.