Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-06-17

wind blew-and during those lorg.
hours that ! watched for the War
rior to return"
cts not very flattering to me.
that the ghost of dead man could
be more assurance to you than l."
you've been a wonderful help,
too" She paused, and her face was
stark white in the dusk. Ivan, do
you think we could get message
through to him."
Il don't know" Ivan spoke very
softly. '"rhe dead have been called
back. What do you want to tell
him?"
Il don't want to tell him any
thing feel that he knows my
every thought. But l want him to
tell me something. | want to know
that he has forgiven me for any
failure in duty toward him-and /
want his advice, how to go on
Ivan was fully receptive to her
mood, and he sat a moment with
bowed head. 1--WE can try, Dofo-
thy" he said at last. eve can hold
IA seance-surely every advantage is
in our favor. Fortune Joe is a
medicine man, and Bradford de-
scribed what he called the spirit
rite. He might bring a word
through, Who knows?"
"Get all five of us, in a circle
p"
"The bigger the circle the better.
Shall summon the three menu"
But they chose to walk together
to the guides quarters, finding the
men smoking in comfort before
their low fire. "Joe, isn't it true
iyou are a medium?" Ivan began
addressing the witch doctor. "That
you can get word through to tie
dead? Mr.. Bradford told US you
had that reputation"
Eyes. Me talk with Dead" Joe
answered simply.
Then tonight Mrs. Newhall
wants you to try to talk with the
man who lies buried here" He poin,
ed to the cross, wan ard ghostly
itself in the pale light, on the beach
but a short distance below the
camp. He was Mrs. Newhal!' s
husband, as you know-and she
wants to get a message from him.
Win you be willing to try a seance?
Don't know seance. Sometime
call-no answer. Maybe get ar
Iswer tonight"
you'll come too, Pavlof-and
Pete. Ye're going ii make a little
circle"
To Pete, it was the browning
touch Of the whole, fantastic tragic
comic adventure.
Yet there was solemn air to the
little meeting that was held straight
way on the grassy land just above
the grave. The medium sat between
Dorothy and Ivan; Pete was on the
other side of Dorothy and Pavlo1
next to him. Touching hasds light
ly, they sat intent.
Fortune Joe had gone into what
seemed half-trance; his head was
bowed, his face white as if with I'M
utterable agony. They heard him
moan softly, in the utter silence.
What you want?' he munbled
at last. me all tangled-spirit
keeps floating up there, keeps com
ing back here. Who you want Joe
to calI?"
my husband" Dorothy answer.
ed quickly. "The man who lies here
|dead-under this cross!'
There was brief spell of silence,
then the native moaned again
There enused a second of struggle
IN which liquid fire seemed to Ieap
through the chain of their hands.
Then Joe's trance seemed to deep
en.
Dead mamie here" he said
slowly. "Man-died in the water
lay under cross. What you wan?"
ASK him if he forgives every.
thing" the girl whispered. Tears
softened her voice. "Ask him if /
am to go ahead-and do what Ivan
wants me to do"
The medicine mans blanched face
and subdued struggles seemed to
indicate tremendous difficulty III
getting the questions through, and
hearing their answer. His face
worked. "You make fun of me,e he
moaned softly. "You laugh at me
-,
Dorothy cast one indignant
glance about the circle, saw that
every face was intent and sober.
then pressed tight the natives hand
oh, no! We're not laughing. Get.
what message you can for me then
-"
She waited in ineffable anxiety
for this word from beyond the
grave. ''The mamie here" the
native muttered, half-intelligibly.
'He drown-cnt nm hu rocks He