Part 20 (2/2)
”Yes, I do,” answered Viola; ”they take all the joy out of my life.”
”Dearest!” warned the mother.
”It is true, and I want Mrs. Rice to know it. Since I was ten years old I have not been free of the thing for a day--only in the high mountains. There I could always draw a long breath. I am glad you've come, Mrs. Rice. I want you to ask Professor Serviss to come and investigate me. My only hope is in the men of science. Tell him I want him to help me understand myself.” She was speaking now with force and heat. ”I want him to padlock me and nail me down. I want to know whether I am in the hands of friends or enemies. Sometimes I think devils are playing with me. All my life I've been tortured by these powers; even at school they came banging about my bed, scaring my room-mates. They disgraced me before my teacher, the one I loved best.
They interfered with my music, they cut me off from my friends, and now they've landed me here in this strange house with this dreadful old man, and I want some one, some good man who knows, some one who is not afraid, to come and test me. Mamma never doubts, Mr. Clarke is entirely satisfied, and this Mr. Pratt is worse than all. I don't believe in his pictures, I don't believe in what I do--I don't know what I believe,” she ended, despairingly; then added, fiercely: ”This I _do_ know, I want to be free from it--free, free--absolutely free. I pray to G.o.d to release me, but He does not, and my slavery grows worse every day.”
The girl's intensity of utterance thrilled Kate to the heart. Here was the cry of a tortured soul, the appeal of one in bondage. Dr. Britt was right, she was a victim.
”You poor thing. I begin to understand. _I_ will help you, and so will my brother. He is already interested in you. He is just the one to advise with you. If any one can help you he can. He is so keen-eyed, so strong.”
”I know he is. Have him come soon, won't you?”
The mother interposed. ”But, dearie, you know Mr. Clarke says--”
”I know what he says,” the girl answered, her face sullen and weary again. ”He and all of you have no regard for me. You pretend to have, but you are all willing to sacrifice me to prove a theory. I don't care whether spiritualism is true or not, I want to have one single day when I can be sure of being myself, free to come and go like other girls. I feel as if I had a band of iron around my neck. I shall go mad with it some day.”
Kate, usually ready, blunt, and fearless, sat in silence, perfectly convinced by the fury of the girl's protest, stunned by a belief in the complete truth of her indignant accusations. These devotees, these fanatics, were immolating a beautiful young life on the altar of their own selfish faith. The virgin was already bound to the rock, and the priest, torch in hand, was about to apply the flame.
”What can _I_ do? I want to help you--”
An imperious knock at the door interrupted her, and for an instant Kate thought this another spirit message, but Mrs. Lambert called out, ”Is that you, Anthony?”
A deep voice answered, ”Yes, it is I. I have something to tell you.”
Clarke opened the door and stepped within, a handsome, dark, theatrical figure.
Mrs. Lambert rose to meet him. ”What is it, Anthony?”
”We've decided on the date. I am to speak on the second,” he answered exultantly.
Viola started up. ”You shall not use my name. I forbid it!” Her hands were clinched, her eyes blazed with the fury of her determination, and she struck her heel upon the floor. ”I tell you I forbid it!”
Clarke pushed Mrs. Lambert aside and strode to the centre of the room; his face was hard, his tone contemptuous. ”You forbid it! What is your puny will against the invisible ones? You forbid it?” His voice changed as he asked, ”Who has influenced you to _this_ childish revolt?” He turned to Kate. ”Have you, madam?”
Kate Rice was not one to be outfaced. ”If I have, I shall be most happy,” she answered. ”Who are you that demand so much of this poor girl?”
”I am the one chosen by her 'control' to convey their message to the world.”
Kate recoiled a little. ”Oh, you are? Well, I don't care if you are.
You have no right to use her name in this way without her consent.”
”Her consent! What she desires or what I desire is of small account.
We are both in the grasp of the invisible forces, making for the happiness of the race. She can't refuse to go on. It is her duty.
There are millions of other women to sing, to dance, to amuse men--there is only one Viola Lambert in the world. Nothing in the annals of the occult exceeds her wonderful mediums.h.i.+p. She _must_ give herself to the world of science. She _must_ help us to prevail over the terrors of the grave. Her mission is magnificent. Her fame will fill the earth.”
Kate stoutly confronted him. ”Perhaps the fame you give her will destroy her. It sounds to me like notoriety rather than fame. This poor child has a right to herself, and I will help her a.s.sert it.”
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