palmed” one of the ballots, which while telling the investigator to be patient, as the spirits would doubtless soon come—he opens with his left hand, on his knee, under the edge of the table.
A mere glance enables him to read the name. Refolding the paper, and retaining it in his hand, he remarks:
“I will touch the ballots again, and perhaps one of them will be designated this time.”
Dropping among the rest the one he had “palmed,” he soon picks it up again, whereat three loud “raps” are heard.
“That paper,” says he to the investigator, “probably contains the name of the spirit who rapped; please hold it in your hand.”
Then seizing a pencil, he writes a name, which the investigator finds to be the one contained in the selected paper.
If the ballots are few in number, a blank is put with the pile, when the medium “palms” one, else the latter might be missed.
It seems the spirits can never give their names with out being reminded of them by the investigator, and then they are so doubtful of their own identity that they have but little to say for themselves.
One medium to whom I have already alluded, after a sojourn of several years in California—whither he went from Boston, seeking whom he might humbug—has now returned to the East, and is operating in this city. Besides answering sealed letters, he furnishes written “communications” to parties visiting him at
