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Updated: May 16, 2025
Between her eyes and upper lip, Miss Hoag looked her just-turned twenty; beyond them, she was antediluvian, deluged, smothered beneath the creamy billows and billows of self.
But it seems ah well, I am afraid that a majority of the so-called mediums are frauds." "ALL of father's mediums are that kind," declared Lulie, emphatically. "I know it. Most of them are frauds for money, but there are some, like that ridiculous Marietta Hoag, who pretend to go into trances and get messages just because they like to be the center of a sensation.
Once in Marietta's clutches how would you get away?" "Oh, that would be easy. I'd have Doctor Powers swear that I had been suffering from temporary softening of the brain and wasn't accountable for what I'd been doing." "She might not believe it." "Maybe not, but everybody else would. Nothing milder than softening of the brain would account for a fellow's falling in love with Marietta Hoag."
Miss Hoag retired then back to her chair, readjusting the photographs to their table display, wielding her fan largely. "Lord!" she said, across the right railing, "wouldn't this weather fry you!" The Baron wilted to a mock swoon, his little legs stiffening at a hypotenuse. "Ice-cream cone!" he cried. "Ice-cream cone, or I faint!" "Poor Jastrow! Just listen to him!
Miss Hoag, through her "control," began to receive and transmit "messages." The control spoke in a kind of husky howl, so to speak, and used a lingo most unusual on this plane, however common it may be elsewhere. Mr. Bangs was startled when first favored with a sample of this literally unearthly elocution. "Oh, dear me!" he exclaimed. "Oh, dear! WHY does she do that? Is is she ill?"
The men hurried to the scene to find on the snow, fast held in one of those devilish engines called a bear trap the body of their enemy Hoag, the trapper, held by a leg, and a hand in the gin he himself had been setting. A fierce light played on the Indian's face. Rolf was stricken with horror. But even while they contemplated the body, the faint cry was heard again coming from it.
"Looked like he had ye pinched when that shyster got ye in to Lyons Falls. Wall, there's two bad places for Jack Hoag; one is where they don't know him at all, an' take him on his looks; an' t'other is where they know him through and through for twenty years, like we hev.
"Easy money, friends," Miss Hoag would ad lib. to the line-up outside her railing; "how would some of you like to sit back and draw your wages just for the color of your hair or the size of your shoes? You there, that sailor boy down there, how'd you like to have a fox-trot with Teenie? Something to tell the Jackies about.
A summer-bug was bumbling against the ceiling; it dashed itself between Miss Hoag and her mirror, as she stood there breathing from the climb and looking back at herself with salt-bitten eyes, mouth twitching. Finally, after an inanimate period of unseeing stare, she unhooked the long cape, brushing it, and, ever dainty of self, folding it across a chair-back.
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