Fern Cottage. From the beginning, this room had been devoted to but one
purpose; that of an audience chamber for the intercommunion of the Two
Worlds, the spirit and the mortal. Every visiting mortal felt the
presence of a refined spiritual atmosphere, a highly charged,
electrostatic potential, which made possible superior spiritual
conditions. In this room, Fennimore Fenwick was at home, to the chosen
few of his friends on the mortal plane of existence. On the afternoon of
the conference, we find our hero and heroine in this room, awaiting the
coming of Fennimore Fenwick.

While Fillmore was admiring the full length, life size painting of his
spiritual friend and benefactor, which hung on the wall opposite the
entrance to the room; the familiar voice of the original, through the
trumpet very near, gave him a cordial greeting.

"Bless you, my son! How glad I am, to welcome you to Fenwick Hall, as
its new master! May your reign here as such, prove long and prosperous!
In the enthusiasm of my fatherly pride, allow me to congratulate you on
your rare good fortune, in winning the hand and heart of my daughter,
Fern. She is a pearl above price! Ever love her devotedly, my boy!
Cherish her tenderly, as the brightest jewel in your crown of life!"

"Thank you, Mr. Fenwick! For your affectionate and kindly words of
welcome! To me, they are more gracious, more inspiring and more
delightful, than words can express! They have so taken me by surprise,
that I am overwhelmed by the strong tide of emotions welling up from my
grateful heart! As to your commands in relation to my precious wife; you
may trust me! Waking or sleeping, I shall never forget them! They are
burned into my heart, by the intensity of my love for her, by the force
of my lasting esteem and admiration for you! How can I ever properly
thank you, my noble benefactor, for your great goodness to me; for your
supreme confidence in my integrity? In return, I can only ask you to
accept my pledge, to ever strive to merit that confidence!"

"Do not thank me, my son! Thank Love! Destiny's messenger; who, as a
reward for your unselfishness, has kindly led you to the goal of your
present happiness!"

"And you, my beloved daughter! Are you quite happy! May I also
congratulate you, on having so wisely chosen a husband, who is in every
way worthy? Do you remember the promise I made to you, on the night of
my transition? A promise to bring to your side, a friend, a counselor,