though the description recalled nothing to Ethel's mind, yet the manner of this recital of vision lessened Ethel's feeling of fraud in the performance and served to keep Bennet silent.
"Does that mean something to any one here?" the clairvoyant asked.
Neither Barney or Bennet replied and, after a moment, Ethel said, "No."
"Maybe you don't know it does," Mrs. Davol objected; and suddenly she thrust herself back in her chair and at her next words, her voice marvellously altered. Indeed, the change in the voice was so great that it seemed less a change in the same voice than a substitution of a strange tone, younger, higher in pitch and far more vigorous than the natural voice of Mrs. Davol.
"There is some one here with much difficulty," this new voice said. "Not well built up; quite old; no figure; only an outline; he has not learnt how to build up as yet," the voice continued, and now the medium sat straighter, and not only her voice, but her attitude and the slightest movements of her hands took on quite another manner. "He has not been over long; a very short time; he is not built up clearly at all; but he tries to speak. He wants very hard to speak. He is with two others, both much younger. Eva has seen one of them before; Eva feels one of them was waiting for him, the old man not well built up. He had a long, troubled life, and when he passed over, required much rest; but he has roused from it to try to meet you; but it is too soon—he wants to say—but cannot—" The voice trailed off into murmurs, unintelligible and then inaudible.
"I suppose," said Bennet, leaning again to Ethel's
