The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1919-07-31
Continued From Last Weekly


Dat am 1t! Glory to his name. hal.
lelujah!" he answered. 81 look in a
glass bali-so; and IL de spirit helps
me 1 can see clear as q picture far
under de ground-far, far away over
de sea. It's de Lords truth. sar-
blessed be his name!"
/ asked him whether he would look
into his crystal for me. With n burst
or profanity, as unexpected as It was
vivid. he cursed dem boys" that had
stolen from him priceless crystal
which once had belonged to his old
royal mother, who, before him, had
had the same gift Of the spirit. But.
ne added-turning to a table by his
side. and lifting from 1t large cut
glass decanter Of considerable capac-
'ty, though at present void of con-
tents-that he had found that gazing
into the large glass ball Of its stopper
produced almost equally good results
at times.
First he asked me to be kind enough
to shut the door.
We had to be very quiet, he de-
clared; the spirit could work only in
deep silence. And he asked me to DO
kind enough to close my eyes. Then
Y heard his voice muttering, in n
strange tongue. queer dark gobblinp
kind OF words which may have beer
ancient African spell-wOrtls, OF sheer
gibberish such as magcluns I'm NIL
times and places have employed to
mystify their consultants.
looked at. him through the corner
OF my eye --as doubtless he had antici-
patec, sor he was glaring with I'm air
Of inspired abstraction into the hall of
the decanter stopper. So we sat silent
for suppose some ten minutes. Ther
l heard him give another deep sigh
Opening my eyes I saw him Slow,
shaking his head.
"De spirits don't seem communicable
dis afternoon" he muttered fitting the
decanter slightly on one side and OBJ
serving 1t drearlly.
"Do you think, your majesty"
asked with as serious a face as
could assume, "the spirits might work
better-if the decanter were to be
flled7"
"Mebbe. sar; mebbe. Spirits is Gu
rious things; dey need inspiration
sometimes. Just like ourselves"
what kind of inspiration do you
think gets the best results, your maj
esty2"
swell. sar. can't say as dey is very
particular, but Use noticed dey do
seem powerful 'tached to just plain
good old Jamaica rum"
"They shall have It," said.
1 had noticed that there was a sa
loon few yards away. so before many
more minutes had passed l had been
there and come back again. and the
decdnter stood ruddily filled, ready for
the resumption Of our seance. But be-
fore we began of course accepted the
seer's invitation to join him and the
spirits In a friendly libation.
Them having closed my eyes-we
began again, and 1t was astonishing
with what rapidity the thick-cOming
pictures began to crowd upon that In
ner vision with which the Lord had en-
dowed his faithful follower!
or course I wal inclined now to take
the whole thing 5s an amusing lmpos-
turc; but presently, watching his face
and the curious ''yeeing" expression Of
his eyes, and noting the exactitude of
one or two pictures, ! began to feel
that. however much he might be In
venting or celebrating, therewas some
substratum Of truth In what he was
telling me.
The first pictures that came to him
were merely pictures, though astonish-
ingly clear ones, OF Webster's boat, the
Flamingo. Of Webster himself. and of
the men and the Old dog Sailor; but In
all this he might have been visualizing
from actual knowledge. Yet the de-
tails were curiously exact. Presently
his gaze becoming more liked:
II see you anchored under, little
settlement. You are rowing ashore.
Dere are little pathways running up
among de coral rock. and few white
houses. Seems to be a forest; big
trees-not like Nassau trees--and
thick brush everywhere; all chOked up
10 thick and dark, can't see nut'n.
""t u hihutt, uOuSn. bere steihS W
he old houses all sunk in and los, like
old ruins. Can't see dem for de brush,
d'wait-Lord love you. sar, but Use
afraid-I seem to see big light COM
Ing up trough de brush from far under
de ground-just like you see old rot
ten wood shining I'm de dark-deep.
deep down. Didn't / tell you de Lord
gave me eyes to see into de bowels OF
de enrth?-it's de bowels OF de earth
for sure-all lit up and shining. Praise
de Lord--it am de gold, for certain,
ail hidden away and shining dere un-
der de ground"
Cant You see II closer. clearerr !
exclaimed involuntarily; "get some
Idea Of the place It's int"
The old man gazed with a renewed
intensity.
No." he said presently. and his dis
appointed tone seemed to me the best
evidence yet Of his truth, 81 only see a
little golden mist deep, deep down un-