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"I certainly did not know it," he answered. "I was coming to speak to Mrs. Frostwinch about the election." "It's the last of three lectures," Mrs. Fenton explained. "Mrs. Crapps, you know, is the woman that has been curing Mrs. Frostwinch." Ashe stood hesitatingly silent in the gateway a moment. "I should like to see her," he said thoughtfully.
"But but how" one hearer began falteringly, and then stopped, evidently too overwhelmed by the astounding nature of the proposition laid down to be able even to frame a question. "Indeed," Mrs. Crapps said, taking up the word, "we may well ask how. It transcends the incredible that the monstrous delusion of death should ever have been entertained for an instant. The explanation lies in sin.
"I mean do you Faith Healers" "That is not our title," Mrs. Crapps said with gentle insistence. "Are you called Mind Curers, then?" "No," the priestess responded, with an air lofty yet condescending; "with those forms of error we have no dealing or sympathy.
Crapps than of his neighbor. The talk of Mrs. Crapps was commonplace enough, and hackneyed enough, could Ashe but have known it. There was the usual patter about spiritual and physical freedom, about faith and perfection, "the Deific principle as a rule of health," a jumble of things medical and things physical, things profane and things holy mingled in a strange and unintelligible jargon.
A long, low room, probably a saloon, with the pretentious bar in front; tables on either side of the room, and an eager group round each one, the game being roulette, faro, highball, poker, crapps or monte. The dealers, or professional gamblers, are easily distinguished. They are necessarily cool, wide-awake, self-possessed men.
Staggchase broke the silence which this declaration produced. "It is then your idea that death comes entirely from the belief of mankind?" "What we call death undoubtedly has that origin," Mrs. Crapps answered. "How then could so extraordinary a delusion have had a beginning?" A faint shade crossed the face of the seeress, but it merged instantly into a smile of patient superiority.
"There is a horrid woman named Trapps, or Grapps, or Crapps, or something, that has fastened herself upon cousin Anna, and is mind-curing her, or Christian-sciencing her, or fooling her in some way; but Mrs. Frostwinch is too well-bred really to have any sympathy with anything so vulgar. She takes to it in desperation; but she really detests the whole thing."
"I don't think it would raise you in her estimation if she heard you. The facts are as I tell you. She dismissed her doctors when they said they could do nothing for her, and took into her house a mind-cure woman, a Mrs. Crapps. Some power has put her on her feet. Wouldn't you do the same thing in her place?" Wynne looked bewildered at Mrs.
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