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Thought-Reading at Lady Clanjamfry’s. II3 stars, and has a golden star in the front of her hair. Can she be per- gsuaded to join us, for the sake of promoting the necessary influence ? ” Lyndhurst’s eyes darted to the corner indicated. In spite of the great length of the drawing-room, which is the special glory of Clan- jamfry House, he in an instant discovered Mabel, seated beside her mother, and dressed exactly as the Professor had described, in the brand new toilette which Mrs. Barrington had insisted upon providing even at the fag-end of the season, the details of which had even inter- ested Tom, little as he was generally given to investigating ladies’ attire. “You won’t refuse! You can’t refuse, dear Miss Barrington ! Just consider how wonderful it all is, and how you alone are able to make it go off properly ! Why, he actually described you most accu- rately in spite of the bandage. I know you won't refuse to help us.” In short Lady Clanjamfry would take no denial. “T don’t like it,” said Mabel, faintly. “Tt isn’t as if it were in public,” Lady Clanjamfry assured her. ““We are only a few friends met together for this curious investiga- tion, and in my drawing-room iM ‘‘ Nothing can happen but what is pleasant and proper,” asserted Mabel’s mamma, who was dying for her daughter to distinguish her- self. ‘Why, Mabel, you, who are so interested in these things and are such a capital.medium ! Don’t keep Lady Clanjamfry waiting, but so and do anything you can to help.” Lord Curzon gave her his arm, there was a faint murmur of applause from the people who were tired of waiting for a start, and Mabel Bar- rington and Frederick Lyndhurst once more stood opposite each other, with Professor Von Boschmann like a blindfolded cupid between them. “ Ah! this is all right at last!” said the latter. Lyndhurst had never dared to meet Mabel’s eyes, but as the Pro- fessor requested her to remove her long white glove and familiarly seized her bare hand, he could not repress a gesture of disgust and a swift glance in her direction. Her face was deadly pale, and the long kid glove was torn across the palm. | “We are now fully prepared for any test you may wish to propose,” announced Von Boschmann. ‘I will ask these two gentlemen,” bow- ing in the direction of the cleric and the physician, with as much accuracy as the bandage permitted, “‘ to accompany me to the green- room, while Miss Barrington and Colonel Lyndhurst arrange the form which the experiment is to take, and concentrate their minds upon it so as to offer every facility to the accomplishment of our purpose.” But how was it possible for either Lyndhurst or Mabel to concen- trate their minds upon Lady Clanjamfry’s carriage umbrella—which Lord Curzon gravely suspended to the centre chandelier, and which the united company designed the Professor to remove—when they stood not three yards apart from each other, in the centre of the red dais, and recollected how and why they had last parted ? WOES KL. | I CoONnniclooolkks (CO)