sound
like actual people?"
"Just as real as you or any one," she answered.
I was waiting to say: "Don't be in haste; you will all know from actual
experience what she means by voices."
"Have you ever seen these forces at work?" asked Harris.
"No; not the way you mean. I had a terrible shock once that cured me of
being too curious. I was holding an accordion under a table by its
bellows end, as Home used to do, and while the playing was going on I
just believed if I looked under the table I could see something. So I
lifted the cover and peeped under. I didn't know any more for a long
time. When I came to my father was bathing my face and rubbing my hands.
I never tried to 'peek' after that."
"Do you mean that they did this to punish you for your peeping?"
"Yes. They don't like to have you look directly at them when they are
at work."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I never was punished again. I didn't need it."
"Would 'they' bat me if I were to peek?" asked Howard.
"They might not; but they refuse to 'work' while any one is looking."
"All that is suspicious."
"I know it is, but that is the way they act."
"You believe 'they' are spirits?"
"I _know_ they are," she repeated. "If I didn't, I would be desolate. I
have been sitting now for over thirty years, and these friendly voices
are a part of my life. They comfort me more than I can tell."
She gave this account of herself with an air of quiet conviction that
deeply impressed the circle, and at the end of her little speech I
added: "She has agreed to put herself into our hands for a series of
experiments, and if her health does not fail I think we shall be able to
rival the doings of Florence Cook and Daniel Home, whose mediumships
were the basis of Crookes's report. Now let each one of you spread his
hands, or her hands, upon the table, just touching the little fingers,
in order that a complete circuit may be established. Miller and I will
make connection with our psychic."
"It all seems childish folly, but we'll do it," said Harris.
"What may we expect to happen first, Mrs. Smiley?" asked Mrs. Cameron,
after we were in position.
"I don't know," she answered, frankly. "I have very little control over
these forces. Often, when I am most anxious, nothing happens. Please
don't expect much of anything to-night: my first sittings in a new place
are seldom very good, and so much depends upon those who make up the
circle. I never sit without a fea
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