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This she did in a far-away voice, sweetly and with excellent vocalization, but the first notes startled Serviss They were fro to Viola's accoht in the little cabin in Colorow "And yet she told me she had no voice!" he said to hiust, "What unconscionable trickery!" This last piece of deception seeirl lery

Pratt was pleading, brokenly: "My old paw is open, Jennie; put your hand in it--just for a moment--as you used to I'm so lonely without you Girls, can't you touch your old father? Give ht?"

"Yes, we're all here I can't kiss you to-night, father; so enough to-night" There was infinite regret in the tone, which conveyed to Serviss, with singular vividness, a virginal char very sweet, almost saintly Every sentiment had been beautifully voiced--no actress could have done it better

Clarke spoke gently, solemnly: "Professor Serviss, will you now take a seat beside the psychic Her 'controls' wish to make some special de, the young scientist uided by the ht side of Viola, whose daintily robed, graceful figure he could still detect Her wrists appeared to be lying on the broad ar-chair and her head was turned away from him She seemed very feminine, very lovely, and very helpless, and he had a definite and powerful desire to take her in his ar drama of the dark

He was now seated directly between the sibyl and Clarke, her , metallic sound at once arose either upon his chair or Viola's, and the horn, or whatever it was, floated dimly into view, then vanished, and a ht ear: "Man of science, do not shirk your duty Here noe offer you a chance to solve the great mystery Will you accept?"

To this he made no answer, for his widely opened eyes were strained in the effort to locate Viola's hands, eager to deterain touched his right tehtly on her white wrist

She leaped convulsively with a gasping cry, the horn tuious clatter, and the women all shrieked and rose to their feet