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It's old 'Loggy' true bill. How are you all?" Kate could hardly speak, so great was her fear and joy. "Morton Serviss, what do you think now? Ask him " The voice from the trumpet interposed. "Don't ask me a word about conditions over here it's no use. I can't tell you a thing." "Why not?" asked Morton. "Well, how would you describe a Connecticut winter to a Hottentot?
Weissmann arrested him in full flight and began to question him about Viola's powers, drawing from him rapidly, and with the precision of a great lawyer, all that he would say of her case, while Serviss, smoking quietly, listened in deep amazement, so candid, so sincere did Clarke seem to be in his answers.
She was dressed in black for some reason, and her face seemed both sad and morose, but the graceful dignity of her strong young body was enhanced by her dark gown. Her hands, her feet, were shapely, without being dainty. "Plainly these women come of good stock, no matter what the husband and father may be," Serviss thought. He resented the clergyman's intrusive presence more and more.
You put a medium in a dark place and she will set your soul's nerves a-tingle." Under all this banter Serviss perceived the pulse of an interest which laid hold on the most secret hopes and fears of the youngest and shook the eldest with an elemental dread and longing. It was as if the flood-gates of a sea of doubt and wonder had been turned in upon a dozen minds hitherto as well kept as lawns.
Clarke, wearing a cape overcoat and a soft hat, was far less admirable in appearance than when, with head uncovered, he sat within. He resembled a comic picture of an old-fashioned tragedian a man glad to feel the finger of remark directed towards him, but his face was bitter, his eyes burning with anger, his lips white with pain. Serviss relented as he studied him.
Meanwhile the young fellow is in love with Viola, and willing to marry her and take chances, but his family is very properly aghast. Viola, knowing this or for some other reason refuses him. And there you are! The girl seems cursed on all sides, and, worst of all, has to endure Clarke and his ravings twelve hours of every mortal day." "What is her relation to Clarke?" asked Serviss, hesitatingly.
"I am interested in her," replied Serviss, quickly, "and I want to help her; but so long as she is where she is, and acknowledges Clarke's claims, I can do nothing. Here we are!" As they drew up before the looming front of Pratt's house the miner whistled, "Must be one of those Wall Street pirates we read about. Nothing spirit-like about this castle, eh?" "Nor about its lord."
These trances are as natural as sleep. They rest her, do her good father says so. He treats her from that side and is watching over her. I admire you, Professor Serviss, I appreciate the honor you do me, but I cannot consent to have Viola go from me. I can't endure the thought. If you believed in the spirit-world and the guides consented, I would be glad; but you don't.
Her talent should determine." A dull flush rose to the cheek of the preacher, his eyes fell and his voice unconsciously softened. "Marriage is still a long way off for Viola Lambert; she is but a child, and, besides " He paused. Serviss smiled. "They marry young in the West, I believe. Besides, she must be twenty, and quite robust."
Is it all over?" "Oh no," answered Mrs. Lambert. "They are uniting upon something wonderful I feel it." As they listened the horn moved feebly, uneasily rising a few inches, only to fall as though some weak hand were struggling with it; but at last it turned towards Weissmann, and from it issued the voice of a little girl, thrillingly sweet and so clear that Serviss could hear every word.
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