"I think sure we'll get something," Mrs. Davol continued. "I see—I see a woman, very beautiful. She is a fine woman, much loved by many; she has helped many. She is no longer young; she is middle-aged; she—now I see water; I see a lot of water and people swimming; she is in the water; she is drowning; she is trying to swim. I see a great ship sinking. I think it is a steamer; it is going down. Yes; it is a steamer. I can see its name painted, but I cannot make out the letters. I see many people in the water; but now I do not see her."
The voice of the medium halted, and Barney filled in, from memory, the gaps of unimportant words when the medium spoke too fast for his pencil to follow.
"I see—I see," Bennet whispered in Ethel's ear, mocking the voice of the medium, "some one shagging you back to Scott Street after your call here this afternoon and then going to the newspapers to get up a few facts on cousin Agnes!"
"Listen!" Ethel begged. "Please!" But her own feelings were almost like his.
"I still see water," continued Mrs. Davol, "but not the same water; this is smooth and blue and very clear. Ice floats in it. I can see down through the clear, cold water to the stones and sand and little fishes swimming. I see trees on the shore and a girl in a cloak walking under the trees. She bears a burden beneath her coat.—Now I see her more clearly—the burden she bears is a child—unborn—she is big with child—lonely, very weak—she stumbles and is afraid—she looks upon the water and seems to think to cast herself in—but now some one appears in a boat—paddling—it is a canoe—"
Again the voice of the medium halted; and now,
