nd the door
leading into the sitting-room open, so that she could hear the slightest
call.

About twenty minutes later, as Seraphine sat meditating, her attention
was attracted by a sound from the bedroom and, looking through the door,
she was surprised to see Mrs. Wells sitting up in bed and writing
rapidly on a large pad from which she tore sheets now and then, letting
these fall to the floor. So dim was the bedroom light that it was
impossible for Penelope to see her penciled writing, nor did she even
glance at the words, but held her eyes fixed in a far-away stare, as if
she were guided by some distant voice or vision. After a time, Penelope
ceased writing and sank back in slumber upon her pillow, allowing the
pad to fall by her side.

"Automatic writing," nodded the psychologist.

"Yes. I entered the bedroom softly and picked up the sheets. There are
two communications, one in a large scrawl written by a woman--I believe,
it is Penelope's mother. The other is in a small regular hand with quick
powerful strokes, evidently a man's writing. There! You see the
handwriting is quite different from Penelope's."

Leroy studied the sheets in silence.

"Have you read these messages?"

"I read one of them, doctor, the one from Penelope's mother--it is full
of love and wisdom--and I was just beginning the other when a terrible
thing happened. That is why I sent for you. I was sitting in this
rocking chair with my back turned to the bedroom door, absorbed in
reading this message, when suddenly--"

"Wait! Let me read it first. Hello! It's for Captain Herrick."

"Not all of it. Won't you read it aloud, doctor?"

The medium closed her eyes while Leroy, speaking in a low tone but
distinctly, repeated this mysterious communication:

_Tell Captain Herrick it was I he saw on the battlefield guiding the
stumbling footsteps of my little girl, helping her to find the place
where he lay. I realized that, through her love for him, which she would
experience later, she would build better and higher ideals than the ones
she was then holding deep within her soul. Tell him also that he is in
danger from something he is carrying...._

Here the writing became impossible to decipher.

"See how the powers of Love work against the powers of Evil!" mused the
psychic. "I must show this to Captain Herrick. Well, what happened?"

Seraphine went on to say that she had just begun to read the second
piece of automatic writing and had only