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t 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.. SWE TEST Hi G IN THE WORLD is a baby, yet how many women are denied this blessing because of some physical aiiment which may be curable. It has been said that hundreds of children owe their existence to Lydia E. Pmkham i Vegetable Compound, which we believe has brought health and happiness to more women In this fair land of ours than any other remedy. The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.) 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 (Copyright, 1913, International A r eu?s Service.) “B 1 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." INDIGESTION? Stop it quickly: Have your grocer send you one doz. bottles of SHIVA R >—^ GINGER ALE /Cg|V&|*N Drink with meals, 'wholesome. deli- | ^ l Prepared with the celebrated Shivar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers SHELTON, S. C. E. L. ADAMS CO., Distributors, Atlanta. path.” . Much Obliged. "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? CASTOR IA For Infanta and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE Decatur ( FROM* ATLANTA ) Georgia. LETTERS—PHILOSOPHY — SCIENCE-HOME ECONOMICS B. A. Graduates, from this college, are ad mitted, without examination, as candidates for the M. A. degree in the leading univer sities of the North and East. No Preparatory Department Dormitory Capacity Limited to 300 For Catalog and Bulletin of Views, address the President, F. IT. GAINES, D. D. LL. X>. While on the Pacific Coast read the San Francisco Examiner