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Updated: June 29, 2025
"That is very puzzling; but it may be a case of mind-reading, which, I believe, the modern psychologists admit has been proved." He began to muse. "It may be, as Weissmann says, that there is always some basis for a claim such as Clarke makes for this girl. It may be that she has a faculty for reading what lies in the brain of another " "Morton Serviss, you shall not condemn that girl unheard.
His eyes were still glowing with the heat of controversy, but he gravely said: "I hope you will give me another opportunity to discuss this matter. It is very important to me." "Certainly, with pleasure," answered Serviss, glad to rid himself of the discussion of the moment.
In this hour of depression, as in many others, her mind went out towards Morton Serviss. Britt's mention of the young scientist's name seemed to bring him very near, and she wondered again for the hundredth time whether he had entirely forgotten her or not. Would he call, now that he was informed of her presence in the city?
He had, indeed, become almost as offensive to her as Pratt, and the picturesque, soulful presence which he affected was at the moment repugnant. Of this she had a clear perception as her mind recalled and dwelt upon the taste, the comfort, the orderly cheer of the Serviss home. "We never made the spirit-world so awful. Mamma did not take such an excited view of it all.
Serviss winced at times at the childish flatness of Viola's comment, but her voice was musical and her face flower-like therefore he forgave her. With all his knowledge of the constitution of matter, he was still young and in the mating mood. They talked of the flowers, of the trails, of the birds to be found on the heights for a time; but soon, inevitably, they came to talk of themselves.
This hurt, and Serviss shifted ground. "Does she keep up her music?" Again Britt smiled, but not humorously. "She plays the harp in the dark." "You mean " "She's taken on a lot more of the regulation tricks materializing flowers, slate-writing, music without hands, etc." "You don't mean it! I can hardly associate such doings with her," sorrow and indignation mingled in his voice.
Clarke broke in, sharply: "Please don't quote what Serviss says. His view is that of the worldly wise materialist. You should listen to my advice not his." "You said you were anxious to have him on the committee." "Yes, because I thought his name would count, and that he could bring Weissmann but now I distrust him. He is too bigoted."
The slow pulsing flow of the miner's voice, the absence of all oaths or justifying gesture, froze Pratt into immobility and thrilled Serviss with joy, for he, too, perceived that every word came from the heart of a very determined and very dangerous man. Clarke started forward. "You wrong me! Everything I have done has been for their good for the good of the world."
The time of the train being near, Serviss closed the lid of his desk and took a car for the station immensely relieved of responsibility, yet worn and troubled by a multitude of confused and confusing speculations. All the way to the depot, and while he stood waiting outside the gates, he pondered on the surprising change in Weissmann's thought, and also upon the momentous covenant between them.
Again Serviss doubted the husband's ability to dominate the forces in opposition so small and inoffensive did he seem and so ill-timed was his joke. The colored man, more funereally dignified than before, showed them into the reception-room. "I'm afraid the ladies are out, sir, but if you'll wait a moment I'll see." "Be sure Mrs.
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