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"That is her father's hand," again irl's trance real, and that she had no part in the hocus-pocus up to this point; but even as he leaned forward to peer into the faintly visible face of the sleeper a voice, breathy yet raph, sounded in his ear "Be not so doubting, y," answered the voice, with a chuckle

This answer, so unexpected, this chuckle, so familiar, startled him, for it was his pet name for an uncle, a professor of arithms" when in play with his nephews; but, before Serviss had time to put out his hand, the horn came down softly on his head, then withdrew, and a boyish voice laughed in his ear, "You're a dunce!"

Mrs Lambert bent towards him "Did some dear one speak to you? I hope so We are so anxious to have you one of us"

He did not reply, for a third voice, see from the horn in pompous, stolid, old-fashioned utterance "The reality of all you see, young rand task of destroying all fear of the change men call death Science is hopeless We alone can save the world from despair"

"That is hter's chief 'control,' He cares for her--teaches her"

Again the floating horn passed Morton's face, and a boyish voice called, "Mamma, are you happy?"

"Yes, dear, when you are with lad P'ofessor Serviss came"

"So are we, Waltie"

"Papa says, 'Tell him to watch--tell him--to be patient--'" The voice hesitated, murmured, and was silent, then added, plaintively: "Oh, dear, there are so th away Good-bye"

The horn dropped with a clang, but was at once caught up and floated away over the circle Dear na stilled by the grave, were heard again Hands that the earth had covered touched tear-wet cheeks, and with these caresses sobbing outcries burst fro," called athan the cries of the women

Pratt, in wistful accents, asked, "Is there no one for irl's voice fro al to sing for you--the song you liked the best"