Part 13 (1/2)
”Tell us just what happened,” she said, and Julie gave her a look of mingled scorn and apprehension.
”I will,” Crane's deep voice went on. ”The lady, you understand, knew nothing of me or of Peter. I was careful about this, for I know there are unscrupulous mediums, and I wanted to feel sure of this one's honesty.”
”How do you know she'd never heard of you?” asked Thorpe. He had a manner of speaking that was definite without being annoying. Apparently he was curious, and not, necessarily, incredulous.
”How could she?” returned Crane, ”we have no mutual friends. I heard of her through a comparative stranger, and I went to her at once. Don't be carping, Thorpe, just wait till you hear my story. Well, she greeted me pleasantly, and with a most courteous and lady-like demeanor. I had an appointment, of course, and she directed me to sit at a table opposite herself. I did so, and for quite a time nothing happened.
”Then--she was not exactly in a trance, I should say, but rather she seemed absorbed in deep thought--she said, 'I see a man, a fair-haired man with a sunny, boyish smile. Do you recognize that description?' I didn't say much, for I'm no fool to give myself away, you understand, but I nodded a.s.sent, and she went on: 'He seems very active, full of life and energy, and of a loving, affectionate nature.' You may guess how I felt when she described Peter so exactly! I wanted to exclaim, 'Yes, that's my boy!' but I'm always careful not to help in any way. So I just nodded, and she went on. 'He pa.s.sed away about two or three months ago, and he seems willing to communicate with me. What shall I ask him?'
”Now, I'm canny, you know, and I said, 'Make sure of his ident.i.ty first.
Ask him what name we used to call him by?' And, will you believe it?
after a short pause, she said, 'Peter Boots!' She seemed surprised herself at such a name. I thought I ought to tell her how true that was, so I did. She looked pleased to think it was all right, and waited for me to ask another question. So I said, 'Ask him how he died.' She did, and he told her he was frozen to death in a fearful snowstorm. Think of that! And I said, 'Ask him how it happened.' And she did, and Peter said he couldn't exactly say--he lost consciousness, and he knew nothing more until he found himself on the other side. He said for me not to grieve, for he should carry on over there all he had attempted to do here. He said he retained all his ambition and energy and hope--you know he was blessed abundantly with those traits--and----”
”Did he say he was happy?” asked Mrs. Crane, eagerly.
”He said he was content, and though it was all a little strange as yet, he was becoming accustomed to that life and did not wish to return.”
”Did he send any message to me?” urged the anxious mother.
”I'm coming to that, dear. Yes, he said for you not to grieve for him, but to think of him as busy and happy and entirely contented. Oh, Helen, isn't it wonderful? I arranged for another _seance_, and you shall go with me. She held out a hope of materialization later, but she wasn't sure she could compa.s.s that for some time to come. You needn't look skeptical, Thorpe; that expression on your face only proves your ignorance of these things. I tell you, man, if it were somebody you loved and cherished you'd be mighty glad to hear from him!”
”Never mind my expression, Mr. Crane,” Thorpe returned, looking apologetic, ”I'm deeply interested, I can tell you, and I'd like to hear more.”
”There's little more to tell. It was a quiet session--none of that curtained cabinet, tambourine-playing business, you understand; but a plain revelation from my boy's spirit through the medium of a refined, cultured woman. I'm sorry, now, I didn't take my wife with me to-day, but I feared it might not be so agreeable, and I tried it out myself first. But we will go together soon.”
Crane beamed happily, and it was impossible not to rejoice with him in his delight and satisfaction at his experience.
Julie, her lips pressed tightly together, made no comment on her father's story. Christopher Shelby, who sat beside her, eyed her covertly, not quite decided whether to speak to her on the subject or not.
He concluded to do so, and whispered, ”How does it all strike you?”
”I don't know,” she returned, pa.s.sing her hand across her white brow with a wearied gesture. ”If it had been those foolish cabinet affairs I should have been disgusted, but the really nice woman,--as father describes her,--and he never misrepresents,--gives a slightly different face on it. Still, I can't believe----”
”Shall you go to the next _seance_?”
”I haven't been asked. I doubt if they'll want me. I wonder what Carly thinks of it all.”
But Carlotta was talking with Blair and Mr. Thorpe, and their conversation had no connection with the subject in hand. They were discussing a wedding of two of their mutual friends, which had proved a surprise to them all. Blair and Julie joined that discussion, and the matter of the _seance_ was not again referred to by the young people.
But on the way home Thorpe spoke his mind to Blair, who accompanied him.
”How can a sensible, otherwise well-balanced man like Benjamin Crane fall for that fake?” he exclaimed. ”I've known Mr. Crane for years and he never showed signs of paresis before!”
”I don't attempt to explain it,” returned Blair, casually, ”but I do know that lots of other equally hard-headed citizens are tarred with the same brush.”
”That's true enough, but this is the first time I've run up against it so closely. I say, Blair, how did the lingo tally with the facts of Peter's death? Or would you rather not talk about it?”