The Argosy — page 203: what you’re looking at

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186 The Mystery of Allan Grale. nearest you yet. It seems to you and to many to be an angel oi light. But I think it will be soon found out. Have faith in your good influence. I see bright days before you—many bright, happy years. That shows that the good influence triumphs.” George raised his head, as if he were about to ask a question; but none came from him. She moved on to Mr. Grale’s chair. Her figure changed curiously, so did the very features of her face, and when she spoke her voice had a strange foreign twang. ‘Sare,” she said, ““I have to say to you, ‘Temper justice with mercy :’ and believe all hidden things will be made manifest in a right way. Datis all. You are very keen practical man. Do you know our great philosopher, Confucius ? You would appreciate him.” “That is ‘Chang-h,’” whispered Lady Laura. The medium passed on to Dr. Palmer. ‘“‘Sare,” said the queer voice, ‘“‘there is an atmosphere of light and joy about you. ‘There is healing in your presence. Our medium has felt it. She might have suffered more under the shocks of the present sitting had you not been here. People may think they deceive you, because you are so wise and far-seeing that you always choose to trust the goodness which is in the worst, and which sometimes they do not know themselves.” The last expression of face and voice were passing. The medium put both her hands on Lady Laura’s shoulders. ‘“‘ Dearest friend,” she said, ‘the spirits bear witness to your cheer- ful struggles with the trials you nobly bear in silence. You will get speedy help over the trouble which is now distressing you. Some of those to whom you are always ready to tender the highest light and leading will seek out your difficulties and straighten your paths before you. Worse than widowed lady, celestial love waits ever on your footsteps, and I am but the humble interpreter of influences too lofty to communicate directly with earth. They send, by my hand, a string of pearls and a cross of gold to the White Dove.” She went through a form of delivering invisible articles to Lady Laura, who kissed her hand with dramatic fervour and murmured, ‘* Your words have never failed me yet.” The medium then passed on to Agnes Palmer. ‘‘ Maiden,” she said, insinuatingly, ‘“‘have you not any question to ask me?” Agnes looked straight at her. What a mean little face it was! like that of a wax doll, on whose insipid commonplace some malicious sculptor had graved a few lines expressing cunning and selfishness ! ‘““ No,” said Agnes, ‘‘ I have nothing whatever to ask.” The medium drew back a little from the table and puckered her brow. ‘A name is suddenly given me,” she said. “I don’t know what it means. I think it is the name of somebody in the room.” ‘“What is it ?” asked Mr. Grale, eagerly. ‘Some of the letters come and go,” she said, seeming to trace them CONIC MOOOKS (EO) = —