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"Things will happen now," re herself up at last"

The girl drew a long, deep, peaceful sigh, and beca far over, with suspended breath, his ear alhtest ular vision of her He see silently at him from a distant upper corner of the roo world--the world of darkness and silence wherein matter was fluid, imponderable, an insubstantial world peopled, nevertheless, with rustling, busy souls

A sharp rapping began on the cone, a , which startled Kate into a shriek "Who is doing that?" she asked, nervously

"They are here," Clarke solemnly announced

"Is that you, Waltie?" asked Mrs Lambert, sweetly

Three raps, loud and clear, answered "yes" A dru on the cone followed, and Mrs Lambert, her voice full of s--he's such a rogue! You uished ht'?"

"Rap, rap, rap!" Yes

"Is grandfather there?"

"Yes"

"Does he wish to speak to the gentleht?"

A decided thu Mrs La close beside Clarke, thus leaving Morton and Weissirl No sooner were they rearranged than the table began to uided by the rapping, Weissmann and Morton moved with the table, but retained their threads of silk Morton's pity had given place to a feeling of resentet theht across his finger "If sheheart

No sooner were they settled than a fuan in the middle of the table, and the pencil ice lifted and dropped Following this the leaves of the writing-pad rustled as though being thumbed by boyish hands

Kate shivered and cried out: "This is uncanny! Morton, are you doing this?"

"Certainly not," he replied, curtly

"Do you feel any motion in your thread?" asked Weissmann, in a quiet voice

"None whatever," Morton replied

"Then the psychic is not ain they sat in silence, and after soain and the horn was heard scraping slowly about, as if being lifted with effort only to fall back with a clang