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The harpist stopped abruptly, and an echoing strain of faint --a fairy harp exquisitely clear "That isin its tone of satisfied longing that the woain rustled with ecstasy

"I think he is beautiful!" exclai tofor soain, please Morton Serviss?" His voice rose in surprise "He is not here You are surely mistaken Certainly, I will ask Is Professor Serviss here?"

Serviss replied, with a slight note of annoyance in his voice, "Yes, I aroup shivered with excitement--not because they were acquainted with the name and fame of the scientist, but because they anticipated some especially wonderful manifestation of the psychic's power Serviss, irritated and puzzled, waited in silence

Clarke's voice trembled with his effort to appear callad to welcome you Won't you please come forward? The 'control' desires it"

For a full minute, in dead silence, Serviss debated the matter, then rose to co, in a whisper: "We did not know you were co; but they knew They want you closer to the manifestation"

He, sick at heart at her connivance in the trick, made no reply, but silently took the seat which Clarke indicated

Viola lay as silent as a statue, her face faintly showing, a dialea intervals There was nothing of the professional sibyl in her dress, and her tall figure was very beautiful in this attitude of deep sleep

Clarke, mindful of effect, made explanation: "Professor Serviss, as many of you know, is renowned in science, and the 'controls' are especially anxious that he shall have the best possible opportunity to hear and see Will you play again, Mrs Robinson?"

As the harp resumed its sadly sweet pulsations, the dead s, as of a fire-log, arose froan to thrill as if a roguish child were thu it

"That's my little boy," whispered Mrs Laht above his head till it was but a faint point of yellow light, and then a hand, firm and broad, was laid for an instant on Serviss's shoulder Stars of phosphorescent fire floated about A s girl