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Little Bobbie’s
The Confessions of a Medium
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
I THINK Bobble ought not to take up
I .at In next Fall, 8e<1 Ma, It is too
hard for him. I doant see any sense
In him lemlng a de.l langwidge.
You doant understand, sed Pa. The
teeehers at the akool knows best what
Bobblt thud ttk( i] have
voted there whole life to reerlng the
minds of the yung J/et him talk Latin
if the teecher thinks he shud.
But the teecher doesn't say he must
take Latin. wd Ma. The class has the
rite to choose wether thay want to talk
'Latin or German. I think It wud he
nicer for him to lem sum nice, homelike
langwidge like German, so It will be
useful to him In his every-day life.
There is lots of Germans In this town,
sed Ma. & if he shud happen to git a
Job clerking in a bank or a stoar, his
Germatf wud help him moar than a ded
langwidge like iAtin. I doant know
anything about the Latin, sed Ma I
doant think thare is any of them alive.
It always amuses me to hear a woman
talk talk & not say anything, sed I’a
You doant understand. I.At In is a grate
langwidge for any boy to lern It gives
him a Insite into the English lang-
wldgo wlch is hilt up largely on lAtln.
That is why I have such a tine flow of
langwidge. Pa sed; a flow of langwidge
that I guess you offen wish you had
wen I cum hoam lalt. he sed to Mn
How much Latin did you studdy,
asked Ma.
T am ji master at It, sed Pa. I studied
It all the four years I was In the high
skool. I studdled Cicero’s invashun of
Gaul Si how Julius Caesar deefled Cati
line In the Senate of Rome How well
I reemember them ringing words of his.
pa sed, when he shouted at Catiline
"Pax voblscuin, et cum splritu tuo, nux
vomica!" & then you ask me about
Latin. Pa sed. Why. he sed to Ma, I
cud set here all day Sc talk I Ait in to you
If you wud understand any of it, hut
wen I am In one of my deep moods
you doant even understand my fine
English
You are a perfeck wonder, arent you*’
sed Ma. Now let me tell you sumthing.
Si I am going to correck you rite in
front of little Bobble, beekaus I think
It wud teech you a lesson. You are
all mixed up In yure I.at in. It was Ju
lius Caesar which Invaded Gaul, & It
was Cicero which denounced Catiline In
the Roman Senate. Ami rite, Bobble?
You afe rite, I toald Ma. I wasent
thare, but I herd the teecher say so.
The teecher dldent say so, or if the
teoher did say so the teecher Is a fo<>l.
sed Pa. Why, I surely ought to know
what I am talking about I can see
the lines In the text books now, ware
Cicero tells about his first trip to Gaul.
He sed "Omnia Gaul is trespassing par
ties such as E Pluribus Unur.i Sc ora
pro nobisky." Doant tell me that I am
rusty on my Latin, sed Pa. I know it as
well as I know my own son. I reemem-
ber how one* of the Gauls dldent like
Cicero & he sed “Cicero,” says he.
"Cicero, why do you cum here A lay
waste our lands and deestroy our
hoams," & Cicero sed to Gaul "Gaulia,
de mortuis nil nisi bonum," which mt-ana
In English, “Well, Gaul, l like yure
gall!"
Doant anser your father. Bobble, sed
Ma This has been a vary hot day
down town. Sc I am afradd the beet
has went to his deer hed. Go & git
sum cracked ice, Bobble, & I will bring
him around all rite.
Then we put. cracked lee on Pa’s hed
and he went to sleep. I guess I will
talk German lnsted of l.*attn.
Being an Expose of Fakcry in Spiritualism,
Clairvoyance, Palmistry, Etc.
By Charles D. Isaacson
A Study in Parents
By PERCY SHAW
W HEN father had the grip, our
flat
Was like a church, It was
so solemn.
“ ’Twas father this, and father that;"
In whispers column after column;
We had to go tiptoeing out
"You must not sing,” said mother
sadly.
"Step softly when you move about
"Or you’ll annoy poor father
badly."
And w'hen we went to bed, Marie
Told us to pray good health for
mother,
Because if she got ill, you see,
We’d have hard work to And an
other.
1 don’t quite understand, do you?
But Just the same we liked it
rather
When he got well—life is so blue
When anything goes wrong with
father.
When mother had the grip, our flat
Was like a farmhouse in vacation;
No one said: "Don’t do this or that.’
No one put bars on conversation.
We didn’t have to tiptoe out,
.We skipped and hopped just as it
pleased us:
We batted tennis balls about,
And shouted when the fancy seized
us.
And then at bed-time, father came,
And played he was a lion roar
ing.
And yet—it’s just my point of view,
His», too, I guess—1 mean my
brother—
Th 11 living 1b a
When anything goes wrong with
mother..
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TC>-1)A Y ’S INSTALLMENT.
| In spite of the heat of his gallop and
the excitement of his pistol direl In the
dark at the inn, the appalling stillnesK
I and loneliness of the place ami the very
real peril of his mission chilled him for
a moment even more than the damp
mists and the musty echoing corridor
in which they found themselves when
i they pushed open the little gate. As for
Rusty, he was frankly scared until his
Mack skin was the rich color of cafe
au lait.
“Marse Warren,” he stammered, look
ing about him, "Ah—Ah! don’t like this
place—Ah —don’t like It ’tall"
Warren could hear the bulky figure
j shaking in perfect panic of fright as
| he fumbled with the catch of his lan-
I tern and struck a match. He had taken
• are to draw his servitor Into an em-
! hrasure where the gate guard stood in
ancient times. They were thus out of
i ’he line of fire from the far angle of
■ he short corridor.
I “I’m not stuck on It myHeif, Rusty,’’
j 1 e chuckled, as his first feeling of de-
; pression paused. "But we’ve got to go
• through with it.”
When the faint glow of the lantern
filled the little round cell In which they
stood the old darky felt u little better.
"I reckon dasso,” he conceded, “but
| I've afraid hit’s gonna go through with
i us Marse Warren."
"I guess not. Rusty. If it does It’ll
have to carry off enough lead to break
the back of any ordinary spook. Here—
hold the light a moment."
He took off his coat and hung it in a
r arrow- slot in the wall. Then he
reached under his left arm and pro
duced the blue barreled, he,avy-callbered
revolver, broke It carefully, and re
loaded the two chambers with care.
The tinkle of the empty cartridge cases
j on the stone floor made Rusty start and
| shiver. The young man spun the cyl
inder to be sure that all was In working
order and slipped the weapon hack into
the holster.
"Now for the ghost!" he exclaimed,
cheerfully.
"Yes, sah,’’ agreed Rusty, not cheer
fully.
"Now', Rusty no, don’t light your
lantern yet—take mine and hold It out
In the corridor there as high as you can.
If they figure on nailing us quick, here
Is their best chance. Just stand right
there and hold it out and up. That’s
right. Now. Just a moment."
He dropped on one knee and peered
down the corridor The light, directly
above hia bond, gave a perfectly clear
view. Tie saw that the passageway
ended in a large room with a fireplace
opposite the entrance. After a careful
scrutiny he decided that there was no
danger and they advanced, Rusty In the
rear and still holding the light high.
Thus while they were a fair mark,
Warren was not blinded by the glare of
his own light and could see with keen
ness to the farthermost range of its
beams.
The First Scare.
Just as they stepped Into the room
there was a blood-curdling shriek and
Warren’s pistol leaped out as something
brushed his cheek and struck Rusty full
In the face. With a scream he sank
to the floor. The lantern crashed and
went out. There was another shriek
down the corridor—and then the awful
stillness, broken only by Rusty, grovel
ing at his master’s feet and clinging
to his knees.
“Oh, Lordy—Lordy—Lordy! Marse
WarrenI Marse Warren!”
The suddenness of the assault daunted ,
even Jarvis fqr a moment, but w'hen ■
Rusty felt him trembling it was with
mirth.
“A broad-face bird!” the old darky
was moaning. "The debbll —hit were!”
“Get up, Rusty, and light the lan
tern. It was only an owl.”
It tvas some few moments before Rus
ty felt sufficiently steadied to advance.
Jarvis swung the lantern about and took
In the details of the lofty vaulted
room. He decided that It must have
been a smaller guard room for the de
fense of the postern. The height of
the ceiling and the general vastness of
everything convinced him of the futility
of attempting to avoid ambush If that
were planned. He could only hold him
self in readiness to fire at the first hos-
tile sound. He held his lantern in his
left hand and his right was always
clinging to the lupel of his coat within
an inch or two of the pistol butt.
There was only one door leading out
of this room, excepting the one by which
they had entered. From the Princess’
j description of the place he fancied that
| it led into the main hall.
IN DEADLY PERIL
insisted that something was following
them. Hut nothing further happened.
They found no trace of any man except
ing on the steps of the watch tower,
where the dust was almost obliterated
with footprints.
"This ghost wears shoes and climbs
the stairs a lot, Rusty," commented
Warren.
A Clew to the Ghost.
As they descended they were aw’are
of an intermittent knocking sound that
seemed to come from a distant part of
the castle. Cautiously they followed
they sound, and It led therfl tow’ard the
great banquet hall. As they approached
I through the lower apartments Jarvis
Jarvis swung the lantern about.
"We’ve been In this room before,” he
said. He was used to the noises and
had long since ceased to heed them
openly, but their constant and unex
pected recurrence was surely getting on
his nerves.
“Is dis whar the poundin’ come
from?” asked Rusty, tremulously.
"I reckon,” answered his master
slowly, “that the pounding and the
smoky lantern went together.”
With every nerve and muscle at high
tension Jarvis entered and began a
minute inspection of the banquet halL
The recent pounding, the nearness of
the sounds that had followed them in
the last few minutes, convinced him
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Just before he came within the range of vision of the doorway he leaned forward and dashed his
coat against the lamp. At the same instant he whipped out his pistol, crouched and did a baseball
slide across the stone floor, on hip and shoulders, his eyes turned toward the door. There was
a flash and a roar and a man’s figure outlined against the moonlight and then almost as quickly as
the two shots had sounded in the hotel, the Kentuckian’s revolver spoke twice.
Strange Sounds.
The thickness of the walls made each
I door a little corridor of itself, and he
j adopted the early precaution with each
| succeeding <>ne. A gTeat white table at
which a regiment might almost have
! been seated, numerous chairs of various
i ages, two great fireplaces and nurnber-
: less trophies of arms on the walls were
I the only furnishings. Here Rusty got
two shocks und Jarvis one. The old
darky was frightened by the appear-
I ince of a figure In armor until his
j n.aster pointed out half a score In the
I corners of the great room.
Suddenly both heard the sound of
. muffled footsteps, as if some one were
running on heavy carpet, and they
knew there was no carpet in all the
j vas t stone halls. Before they could at-
! tempt to locate the sound there came
i two thuds, one light and one heavy, as
, if of a blow and a fall and then a low
heart-chilling moan that seemed tp come
not from one of all the halls, but all
: 1 of them.
This was immediately answered by a
moan that came unmistakably from
Rusty.
“I wanna go home! I wanna go
home!”
"Sh—h! steady—steady, Rusty!” ex
claimed his master, In a low, tense,
but cheery voice. "Noises can’t hurt
you.”
They listened until the moan died
down to the ghost of a whisper and
then It swelled louder and louder until
It filled the hall again, finally dying
away. Rusty was on the floor again
by this time, but Jarvis urged him up
with tongue, toe and hand.
"You’ve got to get used to this, Rus
ty,” ho told him grimly. “There are
owls und bats and rats all over this
place that make all sorts of queer
sounds, and, besides that, there are some
men, just like you and me, who are
helping out the other animals. As long
as the;' Htlck to making the kind of
noises that scared off these people down
there we haven’t anything to be afraid
of. Come on!”
They explored several smaller rooms
on the ground floor and pushed on up
the stairs until they came to what was
evidently the state banquet hall of the
ancient Seguras. Resides a largo table
there were several smaller ones and a
number of family portraits^ A corridor,
larger and more ornate, also hung with
portraits, led into tfce armory. Another
led to the main gate of the castle. Here
also was a great fireplace with a broad
and magnificent mantel, but empty of al!
ornaments.
A few creepy sounds pursued them,
footsteps occasionally, and once Rusty
began sniffing suspiciously. The knock
ing entirely ceased as they entered the
armory, but Jarvis was certain that It
had come from the banquet hall. In
the big corridor the smell that attracted
his attention was more pronounced, and
when they came to the three broad
steps that opened into the hall he ex
claimed triumphantly but low:
"There! They’ve been In this room!
Do you smell that, Rusty?”
“Marse Warren," declared the old
darky, weakly, his eyes rolling with
fright and his body with fatigue. “I’se
so scairt I cain’t smell nothin’.”
“The room's full of it. Someone’s
been carrying a smoky lantern.” .
There was a heavy thud, apparently
In the wall to one side. Rusty jumped.
“Good God’lmighty!” he moaned.
Wha’s dat?”
that the final grapple would come soon.
And at the thought the hand crept
under the coat and gripped the pistol
until the finger nails ached, and he
moistened his lips.
He was stopping to Inspect the fire
place when, with a half gurgle, half
yell of terror, Rusty backed Into him.
The alarm and the shock of the colli
sion almost unnerved him. With an
>ath he threw up his left arm, crouch
ing to one knee as he wheeled about,
revolver in hand.
"What’s the matter?” he snarled.
From the floor Rusty pointed toward
the dark corners of the corridor they
had just left. Standing at each side
I was a figure In armor. Jarvis laughed,
but his voice quavered a little.
"Look—look at dem black things!”
moaned the old darky. “See ’em
standin’ there?”
“These are the same black things that
scared you before, Rusty,” Jarvis patted
his shoulder and helped him up. “Don’t
you remember?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
EHOLD the wonderful Hindu by
whose mysterious power mes
sages are written by the dead.
Just take this pad, tear off a sheet, look
carefully on each* side to make sure
nothing is written on it; write your ini
tials or some word by which to identify
it and the Spirit of a friend In the land
beyond will write you a message on the
very same paper. The weirdest thing
you have ever seen. Ah, you will try
it, and you and you and you.”
You pay your money and then write
your Initials. The marker carefully
hands the paer to a brown-faced kneel
ing man—the Hindu—who places It in
a curiously marked tube, puts on the
cover, and seems to go into a convul
sion and trance combined. He smites
himself on the forehead, wildly waves
his hand In the air, then points It
straight at the tube, which he holds
high above him, while he murmurs:
"Buddha, O Buddha! Tu a gama seo!
Divine! Arro! Buddha reo dlwia!"
Very Obvious.
i Then he lifts the cover, takes out the
paper, hands It to the barker, who
pases it to you. Sure enough your ini
tials are there and the long closely
written message telling nothing sur
rounds it. Really it Is a shame, for the
wonderful “Hindu" to have wasted so
much effort and given such a clever
"foreign” prayer. Why not tell his
dupes in the very beginning that the
blank paper had been written on long
before they Initialed It—lemon Juice be
ing used, w'hich appeared Invisible un
til the acids inside the tube brought It
out?
I have never bothered to try the fore
going myself; it is too obvious. But I
have studied Into the more scientific
spirit or automatic writing, such as Is
being used to fool thousands out of
their money; such experiments as many
intelligent people declare could not be
done except by supernatural means. I
will show you how much they know
about it.
One evening, a gentleman whom I did
not know was brought to my home by a
friend. He wanted to see if I could get
several messages for him, and particu
larly an answer to a problem then both
ering him. I told him I would try. A
pad was placed before me. and I held a
pencil, over which I placed a large
napkin. While we were waiting for a
communication we talked on the day’s
baseball game, the latest play, a start
ling murder that had Just been holding
the public attention.
"Has anything happened?” asked the
gentleman.
"No,” said I. "Not that I know of,
but it is possHM© that it might have oc
curred without my being aware.” So I
raised the napkin and we saw a lot of
scribbling.
"Well, that’s something,” I said.
Oftentimes the spirit can not form the
leters. He is like a child, but he
gains power with experience. We will
try again.” This is what we found:
“I am answering your question."
“Don’t do it. You are on the wrong
Winning a Welcome
“W ELL
\\ excl
ELL, what have you there!”
laimed Mrs. Morton, as
Marjory, all out of breath,
entered the room.
"Wait and &ee,” mysteriously an
swered her daughter as she undid
the wrapping paper.
"A canary?" cried Mrs. Morton.
"What will you bring home next?
Where and how did you get this
bird?" *
"Dorothy sent for me this morning
and said that, although she was all
ready to go to Atlantic City, she
couldn’t leave until she knew that her
bird would be cared for during the
summer. Her relatives absolutely re
fused to take the poor thing and she
declared that if I was any kind of a
friend this was my opportunity to
prove it. So what could I do?"
"Hut, my dear, we never owned a
bird. We don’t understand anything
about their food, drink, bath or hab
its. And every one says a bird Is a
dreadful care—they’re always catch
ing cold or molting or something."
"I know. I told Dorothy all that
and she gave me written instruc
tions, cautioning me to follow them
Implicitly."
‘‘Listen!” said Marjory, unfolding
a slip of paper. Bath Mondays and
Thursdays. Cage to be covered at
8:30 each evening. Small lettuce leaf
Mondays and Wednesdays. Sliced
apple on Tuesdays. Fresh seed and
water daily. Cage cleaned daily, and
1,000 other directions."
"It’s an imposition!" declared Mrs.
J Morton. “It’s not necessary f^r
Dorothy to promenade the board
walk at Atlantic City while we sit
at home and worry over her pet.”
After Morton had worked an hour
that evening adjusting a bracket for
the cage he said peevishly: "One does
impose on one’s friends abominably.
Here we have a rank* outsider simply
thrust upon us through no fault of
our own. Some people have—well,
what you might call nerve.”
At 8 o’clock the next morning Mar
jory’s brother Bert came to break
fast with a scowling face.
"Where did that blooming bird hail
from?" he demanded. "He has kept
me awake since 5 o’clock with his
everlasting singing.’*
Marjory’s married sister soon ran
in with her pet kitten, as was her
custom. She was greeted with a
scream from Marjory. "Mildred,
don’t you dare step into this house
with that cat! Can’t you see Dor
othy’s bird? Please, please go home
—quick! ’’
"Very well,” answered Mildred in
icy tones. “If you care more for
L>orothy’s silly bird than for me and
my darling Mopsy, we shall not
trouble you any ntore with our un
welcome presence.’’ Then the irate
sister marched out of the room.
”1 wish 1 had never seen that hor
rid bird or Dorothy, either!” lament
ed Marjory.
After two months’ absence Doro
thy returned and claimed her canary.
The first evening after the bird's de
parture Marjory noticed that both
her father and her mother kept gaz
ing at the empty bracket where tjhe
bird had swung and sung.
Presently Bert exclaimed, "It beats
all how empty this house seems with
out that bird."
Marjory wiped away a tear. “I’ve
had the blues all day,” she said. "I’ve
missed Dickie so. If Dorothy bad
been the least bit appreciative she
would have let me keep him a few
weeks longer, anyway.”
The next morning Morton on hi?
way to his office stopped at a bird
store and purchased a canary.
Mrs. Morton* before keeping her
I appointment at the dressmaker’s,
went to a bird dealer’s and purchased
J a canary.
* Bert, recollecting the empty brack
et, on his return from business
dropped in at a department store and
purchased a canary.
Marjory, by this time firmly be
lieving that no family is complete
without a bird, took her savings and
purchased a canary.
That evening every member of the
family entered the dining room car
rying a bird cage. Then they all be
held a canary in a cage that was
hanging on a bracket. There was a
card attached to the hook. On it
Dorothy had written: "I hope this
bird will partly take the place of the
one you so lovingly cared for."
"Let’s keep them all!" exclaimed
Marjory.
"All but one,” amended Mrs. Mor
ton. "Mildred confided in me this
morning that she has given Mopsy
away, as she thinks she would rather
have a bird than a kitten for a pet."
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"Thank you,” said the gentleman.
"That sets me at ease. I know my
father was troubled about a business
deal I was about to enter. If he had
said yes I would have gone ahead, but
now it is off. Thank you, and good
night."
I wrote both the scrawl and mes
sage knowingly and with the purpose
of discovering whether the communica
tion, so manifestly fraudulent, would be
accepted as genuine. It was. And so
strations. The argument has been made
are thousands of other psychic demon-
that one might give messages like the
former, but where actual signatures and
totally opposite styles of writing have
appeared through the one medium in
penmanship different to his own, only
various spirits could have done them.
One night we were trying to get In
touch with the great poet, Walt Whit
man. I held the pencil, and suddenly
my hand seemed to be possessed, arid
this Is what happened:
Walt Whitman.
And there followed a poem which I
am going to publish some time. The
whole thing was In a handwriting
which, when compared with that of the
beloved free thinker, was identical, and
the thoughts were thoroughly In his
peculiar style!
Very Easy,
Again, on still another occasion, while
I was surrounded by mystified friend*,
an old maiden lady wrote as follows,
through my hand:
I want to talk to my niece.
It was slowly Indited and scarcely
similar to Walt Whitman's, or the bold
buslnessliek lines of the father who
wrote his troubled son. And still more
wonderful than any of the previous
messages was one which hasn't been
deciphered yet, and, which I have been
told, is a sort of ancient Greek.
No one person could have done the
hundreds of different writings; no one
person could have so closely produced
known signatures of men like Washing
ton, Lincoln, Cleveland, Napoleon. Yet
I did them. It didn’t take much study
or practice to do them, either.
Now, the pencil and pen have not been
the only writing materials I have used.
Once I placed a paper in a typewriter
and, together with my investigators,
went out of the room, locked the door,
came back In a few minutes, and found
a message crudely typed on the page!
No one had been In the room. This Is
how It was done: The paper had al
ready been written on, but when I
showed It the people saw only the op
posite side, and when they were not
looking I slipped the right side up into
the machine. Just a bit of sleight of
hand: but you couldn’t change the opin
ion of those delvers Into the mysteries
that this was surely a manifestation any
more than you could prove to them
black was white! And they won't be
lieve It until they see this.
Do you want to know about the won
derful Rlate writing? Two ordinary
blank slates are shown you for exami
nation. Then a pencil is put between
them and a rubber band placed around
them. A scratching of writing is heard,
the medium removes the hand, and on
one of the slates Is scribbled a myste
rious note, though no human hand came
near It. When I had occasion to per
form this psychic demonstration I care
fully wrote my message beforehand and
carefully covered the writing with a
piece of black cardboard. During the
“spirit writing" I had rubbed my finger
nail on the side of my chair, and when
I removed the band from the slates had
dexterously changed the cardboard from
over the writing to the other slate.
Why He Looked.
Bell—That man over there is star
ing straight at my nose.
Nell—Probably he’s a reporter.
Bell—And why should a reporter
stare at my nose?
Nell—They are empposed to keen
their eyes on everything that turns
up, aren't they?
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