Richard Harding Davis Brtrarvrf Smith Acre* of BeolM 140 Pacific A<*. VERA THE MEDIUM Vera, in a hushed and solemn voice, called for silence. VERA THE MEDIUM BY RICHARD HARDING DAVIS AUTHOR OF " THE CONGO AND COASTS OF AFRICA," " WITH BOTH ARMIES IN SOUTH AFRICA," "THE CUBAN AND PORTO RICAN CAMPAIGNS," " SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE," " IN THE FOG," " GALLEGHER," " THE PRINCESS ALINE," " VAN BIBBER," "THB SCARLET CAR" ILLUSTRATED BY FREDERIC DORR STEELE CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS NEW YORK :: :: :: :: 1908 COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Published June, 1008 PS 1 5 V4 TO VANDERHEYDEN FYLES ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE Vera, in a hushed and solemn voice, called for silence (Frontispiece) FACING PAGE "Fix it?" said the reporter. "Not with me, you can't" 22 "I will not," she rebelled. "I hate it I" .... 90 Suddenly they saw each other with a new and wonderful sympathy 140 "Professor Strombergk," announced Vance . . . 186 "Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured 198 VERA, THE MEDIUM VERA, THE MEDIUM PART I T TAFFY in the hope that the news was * * " exclusive," the Despatch had thrown the name of Stephen Hallowell, his portrait, a picture of his house, and the words, "At Point of Death!" across three columns. The announcement was heavy, lachrymose, bris tling with the melancholy self-importance of the man who "saw the deceased, just two minutes before the train hit him." But the effect of the news fell short of the effort. Save that city editors were irritated that the presidents of certain railroads fig ured hastily on slips of paper, the fact that an old man and his millions would soon be parted, left New York undisturbed. 3 VERA, THE MEDIUM In the early '80's this would not have been so. Then, in the uplifting of the far West, Stephen Hallowell was a national figure, in the manosuvres of the Eastern stock market an active, alert power. In those days, when a man with a few millions was still listed as rich, his fortune was considered colossal. A patent coupling-pin, the invention of his brother-in-law, had given him his start, and, in introducing it, and in his efforts to force it upon the new railroads of the West, he had obtained a knowledge of their af fairs. From that knowledge came his wealth. That was twenty years ago. Since then giants had arisen in the land; men whose wealth made the fortune of Stephen Hallowell appear a comfortable competence, his schemes and stratagems, which, in their day, had bewildered Wall Street, as simple as the trading across the counter of a cross roads store. For years he had been out of it. He had 4 VERA, THE MEDIUM lost count. Disuse and ill-health had ren dered his mind feeble, made him at times suspicious, at times childishly credulous. Without friends, alone with his physician and the butler, who was also his nurse, he lived in the house that in 76, in a burst of vanity, he had built on Fifth Avenue. Then the house was a " mansion," and its front of brown sandstone the outward sign of wealth and fashion. Now, on one side, it rubbed shoul ders with the shop of a man milliner, and across the street the houses had been torn down, and replaced by a department store. Now, instead of a sombre jail-like facade, his outlook was a row of waxen ladies, who, before each change of season, appeared in new and gorgeous raiment, and, across the Avenue, for his approval, smiled continually. "It is time you moved, Stephen," urged his friend and lawyer, Judge Henry Gaylor. "I can get you twice as much for this lot as you paid for both it and the house." 5 VERA, THE MEDIUM But Mr. Hallowell always shook his head. "Where would I go, Henry?" he would ask. "What would I do with the money? No, I will live in this house until I am carried out of it." ** With distaste, the irritated city editors "followed up" the three-column story of the Despatch. "Find out if there's any truth in that," they commanded. "The old man won't see you, but get a talk out of Rainey. And see Judge Gaylor. He's close to Hallowell. Find out from him if that story didn't start as a bear yarn in Wall Street." So, when Walsh of the Despatch was con ducted by Garrett, the butler of Mr. Hallo- well, upstairs to that gentleman's library, he found a group of reporters already en trenched. At the door that opened from the library to the bedroom, the butler paused. "What paper shall I say?" he asked. 6 VERA, THE MEDIUM "The Despatch," Walsh told him. The servant turned quickly and stared at Walsh. He appeared the typical butler, an Eng lishman of over forty, heavily built, soft- moving, with ruddy, smooth-shaven cheeks and prematurely gray hair. But now, from his face the look of perfunctory politeness had fallen; the subdued voice had changed to a snarl that carried with it the accents of the Tenderloin. "So, you're the one, are you?" the man muttered. For a moment he stood scowling; inso lent, almost threatening; and then, once more the servant, opened the door and noiselessly closed it behind him. The transition had been so abrupt, the revelation so unexpected, that the men laughed. "I don't blame him!" said young Irving, "7 couldn't find a single fact in the whole 7 VERA, THE MEDIUM story. How'd your people get it; pretty straight?" "Seemed straight to us," said Walsh. "Well, you didn't handle it that way," returned the other. "Why didn't you quote Rainey or Gaylor? It seems to me if a man's on the point of death " he lowered his voice and glanced toward the closed door, "that his private doctor and his lawyer might know something about it." Standing alone with his back to the win dow was a reporter who had greeted no one and to whom no one had spoken. Had he held himself erect he would have been tall, but he stood slouching lazily, his shoulders bent, his hands in his pockets. When he spoke his voice was in keeping with the indolence of his bearing. It was soft, hesitating, carrying with it the courteous deference of the South. Only his eyes showed that to what was going forward he was alert and attentive. 8 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Is Dr. Rainey Mr. HallowelFs family doctor? " he asked. Irving surveyed him in amused superiority. "He is!" he answered. "You been long in New York?" he asked. Upon the stranger the sarcasm was lost, or he chose to ignore it, for he answered simply, "No, I'm a New Orleans boy. I've just been taken on the Republic." "Welcome to our city," said Irving. "What do you think of our Main Street?" From the hall a tall portly man entered the room with the assurance of one much at home here; and with an exclamation Irving fell upon him. "Good morning, Judge," he called. He waved at him the clipping from the Des patch. "Have you seen this?" Judge Gaylor accepted the slip of paper gingerly, and in turn moved his fine head pompously toward each of the young men. Most of them were known to him, but for 9 VERA, THE MEDIUM the moment he preferred to appear too deeply concerned to greet them. With an expression of shocked indignation, he rec ognized only Walsh. "Yes, I have seen it," he said, "and there is not a word of truth in it! Mr. Walsh, I am surprised! You, of all people!" "We got it on very good authority," said the reporter. "But why not call me up, and get the facts?" demanded the Judge. "I was here until twelve o'clock, and " "Here!" interrupted Irving. "Then he did have a collapse?" Judge Gay lor swung upon his heel. "Certainly not," he retorted angrily. "I was here on business; and I have never known his mind more capable, more alert." He lifted his hands with an enthusiastic gesture. "I wish you could have seen him!" "Well," urged Irving, "how about our seeing him now?" 10 VERA, THE MEDIUM For a moment Judge Gaylor permitted his annoyance to appear, but he at once re covered, and murmuring cheerfully, " Cer tainly, certainly; I'll try to arrange it," turned to the butler who had re-entered the room. "Garrett," he inquired, "is Mr. Hallowell awake yet?" As he asked the question his eyebrows rose; with an almost imperceptible shake of the head, he signalled for an answer in the negative. "Well, there you are!" the Judge ex claimed heartily. "I can't wake him, even to oblige you. In a word, gentlemen, Ste phen Hallowell has never been in better health, mentally and bodily. You can say that from me and that's all there is to say." "Then, we can say," persisted Irving, "that you say, that Walsh's story is a fake?" "You can say it is not true," corrected Gaylor. "That's all, gentlemen." The audience was at an end. The young men 11 VERA, THE MEDIUM moved toward the hall and Judge Gaylor turned to the bedroom. As he did so, he found that the new man on the Republic still held his ground. "Could I have a word with you, sir?" the stranger asked. The reporters halted jeal ously. Again Gaylor showed his impatience. "About Mr. Hallowell's health?" he de manded. "There's nothing more to say." "No, it's not about his health," ventured the reporter. "Well, not now. I am very late this morning." The Judge again moved to the bedroom and the reporter, as though accept ing the verdict, started to follow the others. As he did so, as though in explanation, or as a warning, he added: "You said to always come to you for the facts." The lawyer halted, hesitating. "What facts do you want?" he asked. The reporter bowed, and waved his broad felt hat toward the listening men. In polite embarrassment he explained 12 VERA, THE MEDIUM what he had to say could not be spoken in their presence. Something in the manner of the stranger led Judge Gaylor to pause. He directed Garrett to accompany the reporters from the room. Then, with mock politeness, he turned to the one who remained. "I take it, you are a newcomer in New York journalism. What is your name?" he asked. "My name is Homer Lee," said the South erner. " I am a New Orleans boy. I've been only a month in your city. Judge," he began earnestly, but in a voice which still held the drawl of the South, "I met a man from home last week on Broadway. He belonged to that spiritualistic school on Carondelet Street. He knows all that's going on in the spook world, and he tells me the ghost raisers have got their hooks into the old man pretty deep. Is that so?" The bewilderment of Judge Gaylor was complete, and, without question, genuine. 13 VERA, THE MEDIUM "I don't know what you mean?" he said. "My informant tells me," continued the reporter, "that Mr. Hallowell has embraced if that's what you call it spiritualism." Gaylor started forward. "What!" he roared. Unmoved, the other regarded the Judge keenly. "Spiritualism," he repeated, "and that a bunch of these mediums have got him so hypnotized he can't call his soul his own, or his money, either. Is that true?" Judge Gaylor's outburst was overwhelm ing. That it was genuine Mr. Lee, observing him closely, was convinced. "Of all the outrageous, ridiculous " the Judge halted, gasping for words, "and li- belous statements!" he went on. "If you print that," he thundered, "Mr. Hallowell will sue your paper for half a million dollars. Can't you see the damage you would do? Can't your people see that if the idea got 14 VERA, THE MEDIUM about that he was unable to direct his own affairs, that he was in the hands of mediums, it would invalidate everything he does? After his death, every act of his at this time, every paper he had signed, would be sus pected, and and " stammered the Judge as his imagination pictured what might fol low, "they might even attack his will!" He advanced truculently. "Do you mean to publish this libel?" Lee moved his shoulders in deprecation. "I'm afraid we must" he said. "You must!" demanded Gaylor. "After what I've told you? Do you think I'm lying to you?" "No," said the reporter; "I don't think you are. Looks more like you didn't know." "Not know? I?" Gaylor laughed hys terically. "I am his lawyer. I am his best friend! Who will you believe? " He stepped to the table and pressed an electric button, and Garrett appeared in the hall. "Tell Dr. 15 VERA, THE MEDIUM Rainey I want to see him," Gaylor com manded, "and return with him." As they waited, Judge Gaylor paced quickly to and fro. "I've had to deny some pretty silly stories about Mr. Hallowell," he said, "but of all the absurd, malicious there's some enemy back of this, some one in Wall Street is doing this. But I'll find him I'll " he was interrupted by the entrance of the butler and Dr. Rainey, Mr. HallowelFs personal physician. Rainey was a young man with a weak face; and knowing, shifting eyes that blinked be hind a pair of eye-glasses. To conceal an in decision of character of which he was quite conscious, he assumed a manner that, accord ing to whom he addressed, was familiar or condescending. At one of the big hospitals he had been an ambulance surgeon and resi dent physician, later he had started upon a somewhat doubtful career as a medical "expert." Only two years had passed since 16 VERA, THE MEDIUM the police and the reporters of the Tender loin had ceased calling him "Doc." In a cele brated criminal case in which Gaylor had acted as chief counsel, he had found Rainey complaisant and apparently totally without the moral sense. And when in Garrett he had discovered for Mr. Hallowell a model servant, he had also urged upon his friend, for his resident physician, his protege Rainey. Still at white heat, the older man began abruptly. "This gentleman is from the Republic. He is going to publish a story that Mr. Hal lowell has fallen under the influence of me diums, clairvoyants; that everything he does is on advice from the spirit world " he turned sharply upon Lee. "Is that right?" The reporter nodded. "You can see the effect of such a story. It would invalidate every act of Mr. Hallo- well's!" Dr. Rainey laughed offensively. 17 VERA, THE MEDIUM "It might," he said, "but who'd believe it?" "He believes it!" cried Gaylor, "or he pretends to believe it. Tell him!" he com manded. "He won't believe me. Does Mr. Hallowell associate with mediums, and spir its and spooks?" Again the young doctor laughed. "Of course not!" he exclaimed. "It's not worth answering, Judge. You ought to treat it with silent contempt." From behind his glasses he winked at the reporter with a jocular, intimate smile. He was adapting himself to what he imagined was his com pany. "Where did you pick up that pipe dream?" he asked. Without answering, the Southerner re garded him steadily, with inquiring, inter ested eyes. The doctor coughed nervously, and turned to Judge Gaylor. In the manner of a cross-examination Gaylor called up his next witness. 18 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Garrett, does any one visit Mr. Hallo- well without your knowledge?" he asked. ''You may not open the door for him, but you know every one who gets in to see Mr. Hallowell, do you not?" "Every one, sir." "Do you admit any mediums, palm- readers, or people of that sort?" "Certainly not," returned the butler. "Dr. Rainey," he added, "would not permit it, sir." Gay lor stamped his foot with impatience. "Do you admit any one," he demanded, "without Dr. Rainey's permission?" "No, sir!" The reply could not have rung with greater emphasis. Triumphantly, Gay- lor, with a wave of the hand, as though say ing, "Take the witness," turned to Lee. "There you are," he cried. "Now, are you satisfied?" The reporter moved slowly toward the door. "I am satisfied," he said, "that the 19 VERA, THE MEDIUM man doesn't admit any one without Dr. Rainey's permission." Indignantly, as though to intercept him, Judge Gaylor stepped forward. Both Rainey and himself spoke together. "What do you mean by that?" Rainey demanded. "Are you trying to be insolent, sir?" cried the Judge. Lee smiled pleasantly. "I had no inten tion of being insolent," he said. "We have the facts I only came to give you a chance to explain them." Gaylor lost all patience. "What facts?" he shouted. "What facts? That mediums come here?" "Yes," said Lee. "When?" Gaylor cried. "Tell me that! When?" Lee regarded the older man thoughtfully. "Well, to-day is Thursday," he said; "They were here Monday morning, and 20 VERA, THE MEDIUM Tuesday morning and the one they call Vera will be here in half an hour." Rainey ran across the room, stretching out eager, detaining hands. "See here!" he begged. "We can fix this!" "Fix it?" said the reporter. "Not with me, you can't." He turned to the door and found Garrett barring his exit. He halted, fell back on his heels and straightened his shoulders. For the first time they saw how tall he was. "Get out of my way," he said. The but ler hesitated and fell back. Lee walked into the hall. "I'll leave you gentlemen to fight it out among you," he said. "It's a better story than I thought." As he descended to the floor below, the men remained motionless. The face of Judge Gaylor seemed to have grown older. When the front door closed, he turned and 21 VERA, THE MEDIUM searched the countenance of each of his companions. The butler had dropped into a chair, muttering, and beating his fist into his open palm. Gaylor's voice was hardly louder than a whisper. "Is this true?" he asked. Like a cur dog pinned in a corner, and forced to fight, Rainey snarled at him evilly. "Of course it's true," he said. "You've let these people see him!" cried Gaylor. "After I forbade it? After I told you what would happen?" "He would see them," Rainey answered hotly. "'Twas better I chose them, than " Gaylor raised his clenched hands and took a sudden step forward. The Doctor backed hastily against the library table. "Don't you come near me!" he- stammered, "Don't you touch me." "And you've lied to me!" cried Gaylor. "You've deceived me. You you jailbirds 22 "Fix it?" said the reporter. "Not with me, you can't. VERA, THE MEDIUM you idiots " His voice rose hysterically. "And do you think," he demanded fiercely, "I'll help you now?" "No! "said the butler. The word caught the Judge in the full rush of his anger. He turned stupidly as though he had not heard aright. "What?" he asked. From the easy chair the butler regarded him with sullen, hostile eyes. "No!" he repeated, "We don't think you'll help us. You never meant to help us. You've never thought of any one but your self." The face of the older man was filled with reproach. "Jim!" he protested. "Don't do that!" commanded the butler sharply, "I've told you not to do that." The Judge moved his head slowly in amazement. The tone of reproach was still in his voice. "I thought you could understand," he 23 VERA, THE MEDIUM said. "It doesn't matter about him. But you! You should have seen what I was doing!" "I saw what you were doing," the butler replied. "Buying stocks, buying a country place. You didn't wait for him to die. What were we getting?" With returning courage, Rainey nodded vigorously. "That's right, all right," he protested, "What were we getting?" "What were you getting?" demanded Gaylor, eagerly. "If you'd only left him to me, till he signed the new will, you'd have had everything. It only needs his signature." "Yes," interrupted Garrett contemptu ously, "that's all it needs.'' "Oh, he'd have signed it!" cried Gaylor. ' ' But what's it worth now! Nothing ! Thanks to you two, nothing! They'll claim undue influence, they'll claim he signed it under the influence of mediums of ghosts." His voice 24 VERA, THE MEDIUM shook with anger and distress. " You've ruined me!" he cried. "You've ruined me." He turned and paced from them, his fin gers interlacing, his teeth biting upon his lower lip. The two other men glanced at each other uncomfortably; their silence seemed to assure Gaylor that already they regretted what they had done. He stood over Garrett, and for an instant laid his hand upon his shoulder. His voice now was sane and cold. "Fve worked three years for this," he said. "And for you, too, Jim. You know that. I've worked on his vanity, on his fear of death, on his damn superstition. When he talked of restitution, of giving the money to his niece, I asked 'Why?' I said, 'Leave it for a great monument to your memory. Isn't it better that ten million dollars should be spent in good works in your name than that it should go to a chit of a child to be 25 VERA, THE MEDIUM wasted by some fortune hunter? And then I evolved the Hallowell Institute, univer sity, hospital, library, all under one roof, all under one direction; and I would have been the director. We should have handled ten millions of dollars! I'd have made you both so rich," he cried, savagely, "that in two years you'd have drunk yourselves into a mad-house. And you couldn't trust me! You've filled this house with fakes and palm- readers. And, now, every one will know just what he is; a senile, half-witted old man; who was clay in my hands, clay in my hands and you've robbed me of him, you've robbed me of him!" His voice, broken with anger and disappointment, rose in an hyster ical wail. As though to meet it a bell rang shrilly. Gaylor started, and stood with eyes fixed on the door of the bedroom. The three men eyed each other guiltily. The butler was the first to recover. With mask-like face he hastened noiselessly across 26 VERA, THE MEDIUM the room. In his tones of usual authority, Gaylor stopped him. "Tell Mr. Hallowell," he directed, "that his niece and District Attorney Winthrop will be here any moment. Ask him if he wishes me to see them, or if he will talk to them himself?" When the faithful servant had entered the bedroom Gaylor turned to Rainey. "When do these mediums come to-day?" he asked. Rainey stared sulkily at the floor. "I think they're here now downstairs," he answered. "Garrett generally hides them there till you're out of the house." "Indeed," commented Gaylor dryly. "Af ter Winthrop and Miss Coates have gone, I want to talk with your friends." "Now, see here, Judge," whined Rainey, "Don't make trouble. It isn't as bad as you think. The old man's only investigate ing " 27 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Hush!" commanded the Judge. From the bedroom, leaning on the butler's arm, Stephen Hallowell came stumbling toward them, and with a sigh, sank into an invalid's chair that was placed for him be tween the fire and the long library table. He was a very feeble, very old man, with a white face, and thin, white hair; but, with a mouth and lower jaw as hard and uncompromising as those of a skull. His eyes, which were strangely brilliant and young-looking, peered suspiciously from under ragged white eye brows. But when they fell upon the Doctor, the eyes became suddenly credulous, plead ing, filled with self-pity. "I'm a very sick man, Doctor," said Mr. Hallowell. Judge Gaylor bustled forward cheerily. "Nonsense, Stephen, nonsense," he cried, "you look a different man this morning, doesn't he, Doctor?" "Sure, he does!" assented Rainey. "Lit- 28 VERA, THE MEDIUM tie sleep was all he needed." Mr. Hallowell shook his head petulantly. "Not at all!" he protested. "That was a very serious attack. This morning, my head hurts hurts me to think " "Perhaps," said Gaylor, "You'd prefer that I talked to your niece." "No!" exclaimed the invalid excitedly. "I want to see her myself. I want to tell her, once and for all " He checked him self, and frowned at the Doctor. "You needn't wait," he said. "And Doctor," he added meaningly, "after these people go, you come back." With a conscious glance at the Judge, Rainey nodded and left them. "No," continued the old man, "I want to talk to my niece, myself. But I don't want to talk to Winthrop. He's too clever a young man, Winthrop. In the merger case, you remember had me on the stand for three hours. Made me talk, too." The mind 29 VERA, THE MEDIUM of the old man suddenly veered at a tangent. "How the devil can Helen retain him?" he demanded peevishly. "She can't retain him. She hasn't any money. And he's District Attorney, too. It's against the law. Is he doing it as a speculation? Does he want to marry her?" Judge Gaylor laughed soothingly. "Heavens, no!" he said. "She's in his office, that's all. When she took this craze to be independent of you, he gave her a position as secretary, or as stenographer, or something. She's probably told him her story, her side of it, and he's helping her out of charity." The Judge smiled tolerantly. "He does that sort of thing, I believe." The old man struck the library table with his palm. "I wish he'd mind his own busi ness," he cried. "It's my money. She has no claim to it, never had any claim " The Judge interrupted quickly. "That's all right, Stephen, that's all 30 VERA, THE MEDIUM right," he said. "Don't excite yourself. Just get what you're to say straight in your mind, and stick to it. Remember," he went on, as though coaching a child in a task al ready learned, "there never was a written agreement." "No!" muttered Hallowell. "Never was!" "Repeat this to yourself," commanded the Judge. "The understanding between you and your brother-in-law was that if you placed his patent on the market, for the first five years you would share the profits equally. After the five years, all rights in the patent became yours. It was unfortunate," com mented the Judge dryly, "that your brother- in-law and your sister died before the five years were up, especially as the patent did not begin to make money until after five years. Remember until after five years." "Until after five years," echoed Mr. Hal lowell. "It was over six years," he went on excitedly, ' ' before it made a cent. And, then, 31 VERA, THE MEDIUM it was my money, and anything I give my niece is charity. She's not entitled " Garrett appeared at the door. "Miss Coates," he announced, "and Mr. Winthrop." Judge Gaylor raised a hand for silence, and as Mr. Hallowell sank back in his chair, Helen Coates, the only child of Catherine Coates, his sister, and the young District Attorney of New York came into the library. Miss Coates was a woman of between twenty- five and thirty, capable, and self-reliant. She had a certain beauty of a severe type, but an harassed expression about her eyes made her appear to be always frowning. At times, in a hardening of the lower part of her face, she showed a likeness to her uncle. Like him, in speaking, also, her manner was positive and decided. In age the young man who accompanied her was ten years her senior, but where her difficulties had made her appear older than she really was, the enthusiasm with which he 32 VERA, THE MEDIUM had thrown himself against those of his own life, had left him young. The rise of Winthrop had been swift and spectacular. Almost as soon as he graduated from the college in the little " up-state" town where he had been educated, and his family had always lived, he became the prosecuting attorney of that town, and later, at Albany, represented the district in the Assembly. From Albany he entered a law office in New York City; and in the cause of reform had fought so many good fights that on an inde pendent ticket, much to his surprise, he had been lifted to the high position he now held. No more in his manner than in his appear ance did Winthrop suggest the popular con ception of his role. He was not professional, not mysterious. Instead, he was sane, cheer ful, tolerant. It was his philosophy to be lieve that the world was innocent, until it was proved guilty. He was a bachelor, and, except for two 33 VERA, THE MEDIUM sisters who had married men of prominence in New York, and who moved in a world of fashion into which he had not penetrated, he was alone. When the visitors entered, Mr. Hallowell, without rising, greeted his niece cordially. "Ah, Helen! I am glad to see you," he called, and added reproachfully, "at last." "How do you do, sir," returned Miss Helen stiffly. With marked disapproval she bowed to Judge Gaylor. "And our District Attorney," cried Mr. Hallowell. "Pardon my not rising, won't you? I haven't seen you, sir, since you tried to get the Grand Jury to indict me." He chuckled delightedly. "You didn't suc ceed," he taunted. Winthrop shook hands with him, smiling. "Don't blame me," he said, "I did my best. I'm glad to see you in such good spirits, Mr. Hallowell. I feared, by the Despatch " 34 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Lies, lies," interrupted Hallowell curtly. "You know Judge Gaylor?" As he shook hands, Winthrop answered that the Judge and he were old friends; that they knew each other well. "Know each other so well!" returned the Judge, "that we ought to be old enemies." The younger man nodded appreciatively. "That's true!" he laughed, "only I didn't think you'd admit it." With light sarcasm Mr. Hallowell inquired whether Winthrop was with them in his official capacity. "Oh, don't suggest that!" begged Win throp, "you'll be having me indicted next. No, sir, I am here without any excuse what soever. I am just interfering as a friend of this young lady." "Good," commented Hallowell. "I'd be sorry to have my niece array counsel against me especially such distinguished counsel. Sit down, Helen." 35 VERA, THE MEDIUM Miss Coates balanced herself on the edge of a chair, and spoke in cool, business-like tones. "Mr. Hallowell," she began, "I came " "Mr. Hallowell?" objected her uncle. "Uncle Stephen," Miss Coates again be gan, "I wish to be as brief as possible. I asked you to see me to-day, because I hoped that by talking things over we might avoid law suits, and litigation " Mr. Hallowell nodded his approval. "Yes," he said encouragingly. "I have told Mr. Winthrop what the trouble is," Miss Coates went on, "and he agrees with me that I have been very un justly treated " "By whom?" interrupted Hallowell. "By you," said his niece. "Wait, Helen," commanded the old man. "Have you also told Mr. Winthrop," he de manded, "that I have made a will in your favor? That, were I to die to-night, you 36 VERA, THE MEDIUM would inherit ten millions of dollars? Is that the injustice of which you complain?" Judge Gaylor gave an exclamation of pleasure. "Good!" he applauded. "Excellent!" Hallo well turned indignantly to Winthrop. "And did she tell you, also," he demanded, "that for three years I have urged her to make a home in this house? That I have offered her an income as large as I would give my own daughter, and that she has refused both offers. And what's more, " in his ex citement, his voice rose hysterically, "by working publicly for her living she has made me appear mean and uncharitable, and " "That's just it," interrupted Miss Coates. "It isn't a question of charity." "Will you allow me?" said Winthrop soothingly. "Your niece contends, sir," he explained, "that this money you offered her is not yours to offer. She claims it belongs to her. That it's what should have been her 37 VERA, THE MEDIUM father's share of the profits on the Coates- Hallowell coupling pin. But, as you have willed your niece so much money, although half of it is hers already, I advised her not to fight. Going to law is an expensive business." "But she has found out and that's what brings me uptown this morning that you intend to make a new will, and leave all her money and your own to establish the Hallo- well Institute. Now," Winthrop continued, with a propitiating smile, "Miss Coates also would like to be a philanthropist, in her own way, with her own money. And she wishes to warn you that, unless you deliver up what is due her, she will proceed against you." Judge Gaylor was the first to answer. "Mr. Winthrop," he said, impressively, "I give you my word, there is not one dollar due Miss Coates, except what Mr. Hallowell pleases to give her Miss Coates contradicted him sharply. "That is not so," she said. She turned to 38 VERA, THE MEDIUM her uncle. "You and my father," she de clared, "agreed in writing you would share the profits always." Mr. Hallowell looked from his niece to his lawyer. The lawyer, eying him apprehensively, nodded. With the patient voice of one who tried to reason with an unreasonable child, Mr. Hallowell began. "Helen," he said, "I have told you many times there never was such an agree ment. There was a verbal " "And I repeat, I saw it," said Miss Coates. "When?" asked Hallowell. "I saw it first when I was fifteen," an swered the young woman steadily, "and two years later, before mother died, she showed it to me again. It was with father's papers." "Miss Coates," asked the Judge, "where is this agreement now?" For a moment Miss Coates hesitated. Her dislike for Gaylor was so evident, that to make it less apparent, she lowered her eyes. "My uncle should be able to tell you," she 39 VERA, THE MEDIUM said, evenly. "He was my father's executor. But, when he returned my father's papers," she paused ; and then, although her voice fell to almost a whisper, continued defiantly, "the agreement was not with them." There was a moment's silence. To assure himself the others had heard as he did, Mr. Hallowell glanced quickly from Winthrop to Gaylor. He half rose from his chair, and leaned across the table. "What! "he demanded. His niece looked at him steadily. "You heard what I said," she answered. The old man leaned farther forward. "So!" he cried, "so! I am not only doing you an injustice, but, I am a thief! Mr. Win throp," he cried, appealingly, "do you ap preciate the seriousness of this?" Winthrop nodded cheerfully. "It's cer tainly pretty serious," he assented. "It is so serious," cried Mr. Hallowell, "that I welcome you into this matter. Now, 40 VERA, THE MEDIUM we will settle it once and forever." He turned to his niece. "I have tried to be generous," he cried, "I have tried to be kind, and you insult me in my own house." He pressed the button that summoned the butler from the floor below. " Gentlemen, this interview is at an end. From now on, this matter is in the hands of my lawyer. We will settle this in the courts." With an exclamation of pleasure that was an acceptance of his challenge, Miss Coates rose. "That is satisfactory to me," she said. Winthrop turned to Mr. Hallo well. " Could I have a few minutes' talk with Judge Gaylor now?" he asked. "Not as anybody's counsel;" he explained, "just as an old 'enemy' of his?" "Well, not here," protested the old man querulously. "I'm I'm expecting some friends here. Judge, take Mr. Winthrop to the drawing-room downstairs." He turned 41 VERA, THE MEDIUM to Garrett, who had appeared in answer to his summons, and told him to bring Dr. Rainey to the library. The butler left the room, and as Gaylor and Winthrop followed, the latter asked Miss Coates if he might expect to see her at the " Office." She told him that she was now on her way there. Without ac knowledging the presence of her uncle, she had started to follow the others, when Mr. Hallowell stopped her. After they were alone, for a moment he sat staring at her, his eyes filled with dislike and with a suggestion of childish spite. "I might as well tell you," he began, "that after what you said this morning, I will never give you a single dollar of my money." The tone in which his niece replied to him was no more conciliatory than his own. "You cannot give it to me," she answered, "because it is not yours to give." As though to add impressiveness to what she was about to say, or to prevent his interrupting her, she 42 VERA, THE MEDIUM raised her hand. So interested in each other were the old man and the girl that neither noticed the appearance in the door of Dr. Rainey and the butler, who halted, hesitat ing, waiting permission to enter. "That money belongs to me," said Miss Coates slowly, "and as sure as my mother is in Heaven and her spirit is guiding me, that money will be given me." In the pause that followed, a swift and singular change came over the face of Mr. Hallo well. He stared at his niece as though fascinated. His lower lip dropped in awe. The look of hostility gave way to one of in tense interest. His voice was hardly louder than a whisper. "What do you mean?" he demanded. The girl looked at him uncomprehending. "What do I mean?" she repeated. "When you said," he stammered eagerly, "that the spirit of your mother was guiding you, what did you mean?" 43 VERA, THE MEDIUM In the doorway, Rainey and the butler started. Each threw at the other a quick glance of concern. "Why," exclaimed the girl impatiently, "her influence, her example, what she taught me." "Oh!" exclaimed the old man he leaned back with an air almost of disappointment. "When she was alive?" he said. "Of course," answered the girl. "Of course," repeated the uncle. "I thought you meant " He looked sus piciously at her and shook his head. "Never mind," he added. "Well," he went on, cynically, striving to cover up the embar rassment of the moment, "your mother's spirit will probably feel as deep an interest in her brother as in her daughter. We shall see, we shall see which of us two she is going to help." He turned to Garrett and Rainey in the hall. "Take my niece to the door, Garrett," he directed. 44 VERA, THE MEDIUM As soon as Miss Coates had disappeared, Hallowell turned to Rainey, his face lit with pleased and childish anticipation. "Well," he whispered eagerly, "is she here?" Rainey nodded and glanced in the direction opposite to the one Miss Coates had taken. "She's been waiting half an hour. And the Professor, too." "Bring them at once," commanded Mr. Hallowell excitedly. "And then shut the door and and tell the Judge I can't see him tell him I'm too tired to see him. Understand?" Rainey peered cautiously over the railing of the stairs to the first floor, and then beck oned to some one who apparently was waiting at the end of the hall. "Miss Vera, sir," he announced. "And Professor Vance." Although but lately established in New York, the persons Dr. Rainey introduced 45 VERA, THE MEDIUM had already made themselves comparatively well known. For the last six weeks as ' ' head- liners" at one of the vaudeville theatres, and as entertainers at private houses, under the firm name of "The Vances," they had been giving an exhibition of code and cipher sig nalling. They called it mind-reading. Dur ing the day at the house of Vance and his wife, the girl, as "Vera, the Medium," fur nished to all comers memories of the past or news of the future. In their profession, in all of its branches, the man and the girl were past masters. They knew it from the A, B, C of the dream book to the post-graduate work of projecting from a cabinet the spirits of the dead. As the occasion offered and paid best, they were mind-readers, clairvoyants, ma terializing mediums, test mediums. From them, a pack of cards, a crystal globe, the lines of the human hand, held no secrets. They found lost articles, cast horoscopes, gave advice in affairs of the heart, of busi- 46 VERA, THE MEDIUM ness and speculation, uttered warnings of journeys over seas, and against a smooth- shaven stranger. They even stooped to foretell earthquakes, or caused to drop flut tering from the ceiling a letter straight from the Himalayas. Among those who are the gypsies of the cities, they were the aristocrats of their calling ; and to them that calling was as legitimate a business as is, to the roadside gypsy, the swapping of horses. The fore- parents of each had followed that same call ing, and to the children it was commonplace and matter-of-fact. It held no adventure, no moral obloquy. "Prof." Paul Vance was a young man of under forty years. He looked like a fox. He had red eyes, alert and cunning, a long, sharp- pointed nose, a pointed red beard, and red eyebrows that slanted upward. His hair, standing erect in a pompadour, and his up lifted eyebrows, gave him the watchful look of the fox when he hears suddenly the hound 47 VERA, THE MEDIUM baying in pursuit. But no one had ever suc cessfully pursued Vance. No one had ever driven him into a corner from which, either pleasantly, or with raging indignation, he was not able to free himself. Seven years before he had disloyally married out of the "pro fession" and for no other reason than that he was in love with the woman he married. She had come to seek advice from the spirit-world in regard to taking a second husband. After several visits, the spirit-world had advised Vance to advise her to marry Vance. She did so, and though the man was still in love with his wife, he had not found her, in his work, the assistance he had hoped she might be. She still was a " believer"; in the technical vernacular of her husband, "a dope." Not even the intimate knowledge she had gained behind the scenes could per suade her that Paul, her husband, was not in constant communication with the spirit- world, or that, if he wished, he could not read 48 VERA, THE MEDIUM the thoughts that moved slowly through her pretty head. At the time of his marriage, the girl Vera, then a child of fourteen, had written to Vance for help. She was ill, without money, and asked for work. To him she was known as the last of a long line of people who had always been professional mediums and spir itualists; and, out of charity, and from a sense of noblesse oblige to one of the elect of the profession, Vance had made her his as sistant. He had never regretted having done so. The bread cast upon the waters was re turned a thousandfold. From the first, the girl brought in money. And his wife, the older of the two, had welcomed her as a com panion. After a fashion the Vances had adopted her. In the advertisements she was described as their "ward." Vera now was twenty-one, tall, wonderfully graceful and of the most enchanting loveli ness. Her education had been cosmopolitan. 49 VERA, THE MEDIUM In the largest cities of America she had met persons of every class; young women, old women, mothers with married sons and daughters, women of society as it is exploited in the Sunday supplements; school-girls, shop-girls, factory-girls all had told her their troubles; and men of every condition, had come to scoff and had remained to express, more or less offensively, their admiration. Some of the younger of these, after a first visit, returned the day following and each begged the beautiful priestess of the occult to fly with him, to live with him, to marry him. When this happened Vera would touch a but ton, and "Mannie" Day, who admitted visi tors, and later, in the hall, searched their hats and umbrellas for initials, came on the run and threw the infatuated one out upon a cold and unfeeling sidewalk. So Vera had seen both the seamy side of life, and, in the drawing-rooms where Vance and she exhibited their mind-reading tricks, 50 VERA, THE MEDIUM had been made much of by great ladies and, for an hour as brief as Cinderella's, had looked upon a world of kind and well-bred people. Since she was fourteen, for seven years, this had been her life. A life as open to the public as the life of an actress, as easy of access as that of the stenographer in the hotel lobby. As a result, the girl had encased herself in a defensive armor of hardness and distrust, a protection which was rendered futile by the loveliness of her face, by the softness of her voice, by the deep, brood ing eyes, and the fine forehead on which, like a crown, rested the black waves of her hair. In her work Vera accepted, without ques tion, the parts to which Vance assigned her. When in their mummeries they were success ful, she neither enjoyed the credulity of those they had tricked, nor was sobered with re morse. In the world Vance found a certain number of people with money who de- 51 VERA, THE MEDIUM manded to be fooled. It was his business and hers to meet that demand. If ever the conscience of either stirred restlessly, Vance soothed it by the easy answer that if they did not take the money some one else would. It was all in the day's work. It was her pro fession. As she entered the library of Mr. Hallo- well, which, with Vance, she already had visited several times, she looked like a child masquerading in her mother's finery. She suggested an ingenue who had been suddenly sent on in the role of the Russian adventur ess. Her slight girl's figure was draped in black lace. Her face was shaded by a large picture-hat, heavy with drooping ostrich feathers; around her shoulders was a neck lace of jade, and on her wrists many bracelets of silver gilt. When she moved, they rattled. As the girl advanced, smiling, to greet Mr. Hallowell, she suddenly stopped, shivered slightly and threw her right arm across her 52 VERA, THE MEDIUM eyes. Her left arm she stretched out over the table. "Give me your hand!" she commanded. Dubiously, with a watchful glance at Vance, Mr. Hallowell leaned forward and took her hand. "You have been ill," cried the girl; "very ill I see you I see you in a kind of faint very lately." Her voice rose excitedly. "Yes, last night." Mr. Hallowell protested with indignation. "You read that in the morning paper," he said. Vera lowered her arm from her eyes and turned them reproachfully on him. "I don't read the Despatch," she answered. Mr. Hallowell drew back suspiciously. "I didn't say it was the Despatch," he returned. Vance quickly interposed. "You don't have to say it," he explained with glibness; "you thought it. And Vera read your thoughts. You were thinking of the Despatch, 53 VERA, THE MEDIUM weren't you? Well, there you are! It's wonderful!" " Wonderful? Nonsense!" mocked Mr. Hallowell. "She did read it in the paper or Rainey told her." The girl shrugged her shoulders patiently. "If you would rather find out you were ill from the newspapers than from the spirit- world," she enquired, "why do you ask me here?" "I ask you here, young woman," ex claimed Hallowell, sinking back in his chair, "because I hoped you would tell me some thing I can't learn from the newspapers. But you haven't been able to do it yet. My dear young lady," exclaimed the old man wistfully, "I want to believe, but I must be convinced. No tricks with me! I can ex plain how you might have found out every thing you have told me. Give me a sign!" He beat the flat of his hand upon the table, "Show me something I can't explain!" 54 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Mr. Hallowell is quite right, Vera," said Vance. "He is entering what is to him a new world, full of mysteries, and that caution which, in this world, has made him so suc cessful " With an exclamation, Hallowell cut short the patter of the showman. "Yes, yes," he interrupted, petulantly; "I tell you, I want to believe. Convince me." Considering the situation with pursed lips and thoughtful eyes, Vera gazed at the old man, frowning. Finally she asked, "Have you witnessed our demonstrations of mind- reading?" Mr. Hallowell snorted, "Certainly not," he replied; "it's a trick!" "A tric]k!" cried the girl, indignantly, "to read a man's mind to see right through your forehead, through your skull, into your brain? Is that a trick? " She turned sharply to Vance, "Show him!" she commanded, 55 VERA, THE MEDIUM "show him!" She crossed rapidly to the window and stood looking down into the street, with her back to the room. Vance, with his back turned to Vera, stood close to the table, on the other side of which Hallowell was reclining in his arm-chair. Vance picked up a pen-holder. "Think of what I have in my hand, please," he said. "What is this, Vera?" he asked. The girl, gazing from the window at the traffic in the avenue below her, answered with indifference, "A pen-holder." "Yes, what about it?" snapped Vance. "Gold pen-holder," Vera answered more rapidly. "Much engraving initials S. H. Mr. HallowelPs initials ' "There is a date, too can you " "December " Vera hesitated. "Go on," commanded Vance. "Twenty-five, one, eight, eight, six; one thousand eight hundred and eighty-six." She moved her shoulders impatiently. 56 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Oh, tell him to think of something diffi cult," she said. From behind Mr. HallowelPs chair Rainey signalled to Vance to take from the table a photograph frame of silver, which held the picture of a woman. Vance picked it up, holding it close to him. "What have I here, Vera?" he asked. Hallowell, seeing what Vance held in his hand, leaned forward. "Put that down!" he commanded. But Vera had already begun to answer. "A picture, a picture of a young woman. Ask him to think of who it is, and I will tell him." At the words Mr. Hallowell hesitated, frowned, and then nodded. "It is his sister," called Vera. "Her name was I seem to get a 'Catherine'; yes, that's it, Catherine Coates. She is no longer with us. She passed into the spirit-world three years ago." The girl turned suddenly and 57 VERA, THE MEDIUM approached the table, holding her head high, as though offended. "How do you explain that trick?" she demanded. Mr. Hallowell moved uneasily in his chair. "Oh, the picture's been on my desk each time you've been here," he answered dubiously. "Rainey could have told you." "As a matter of fact, I didn't," said Rainey. HallowelFs eyes lightened with interest. "Didn't you?" he asked. He turned to Vera. "If you can read my mind," he chal lenged "you," he added, pointing at Vance, "keep out of this, now tell me of what I am thinking." As Vance drew back, Rainey and himself exchanged a quick glance of ap prehension, but the girl promptly closed her eyes, and at once, in a dull, measured tone, began to speak. "You were thinking you would like to ask a question of some one in the spirit," she re cited. "But you are afraid. You do not trust me. You will wait until I give you a 58 VERA, THE MEDIUM sign, then you will ask that question of some one dear to you, who has passed beyond, and she will answer, and your troubles will be at an end." She opened her eyes and stared at Mr. Hallowell like one coming out of a dream. "What did I say?" she asked. "Was I right?" Hallowell sank back in his chair, shaking his head. "Yes," he began grudgingly, "but " With an eagerness hardly concealed Vance interrupted. "What is the question you wish to ask?" he begged. With a frown of suspicion, Hallowell turned from him to Rainey. "I don't think I ought to let them know," he questioned, "do you?" But his attention was sharply diverted. Vera, in a hushed and solemn voice, called for silence. "My control," she explained, her tone 59 VERA, THE MEDIUM was deep and awestruck, "is trying to com municate with me." Vance gave an exclamation of concern. The prospect of the phenomena Vera prom ised seemed to fill him with delightful ex pectations. "Be very quiet," he cautioned, "do not disturb her." Deeply impressed, Mr. Hallowell strug gled from his chair. Unaided, he moved to below the table and leaning against it looked, with unwilling but fascinated interest, at Vera's uplifted face. "Some one in the spirit," Vera chanted, in an unemotional, drugged voice, "wishes to speak to Mr. Hallowell. Give me your hand." "Quick!" directed Vance, "give her your hand. Take her hand." "Yes, he is here," Vera continued. "A woman has a message for you, she is standing close beside you. She is holding out her arms. And she is trying, so hard, to tell you 60 VERA, THE MEDIUM something. What is it? " the girl questioned. "Oh, what is it? Tell me," she begged. 1 'Can't you teU me?" Hallowell eyed her greedily, waiting al most without breathing, for her words. The hand with which he held hers crushed her rings into her fingers. "What sort?" whispered the old man "What sort of a woman?" With eyes still closed, swaying slightly and with abrupt shudders running down hei body, the girl continued in dull, fateful tones. "She is a fair woman; about forty-five. She is speaking. She calls to you, 'Brother, Brother.'" Vera's voice rose excitedly. "It is the woman in the picture; your sister! Catherine! I see it written above her head, Catherine. In letters of light." She turned suddenly and fiercely. "Ask her your ques tion!" she commanded. "Ask her your question, now!" By the sudden swaying forward of Vance 61 VERA, THE MEDIUM and Rainey, in the intent look in their eyes, it was evident that a crisis had approached. But Mr. Hallowell, terrified and trembling, shrank back. His voice broke, hysterically. "No, no!" he pleaded. Both anger and dis appointment showed in the face of Vance and Rainey; but the girl, as though detached from any human concerns, continued un moved. "I see another figure," she recited. "A young girl, but she is of this world. I seem to get an H. Yes. Helen, in letters of fire." "My niece, Helen!" Hallowell whispered hoarsely. "Yes, your niece," chanted the girl. Her voice rose and thrilled. "And I see much gold," she cried. "Between the two women, heaps of gold. Everywhere I look, I see gold. And, now, the other woman, your sister, is trying to speak to you. Listen! She calls to you, 'Brother!'" So centred was the interest of those in the 62 VERA, THE MEDIUM room, so compelling the sound of the girl's voice, that, unnoticed, the sliding doors to the library were slipped apart. Unobserved, Judge Gayldr and Winthrop halted in the doorway. To the Judge, the meaning of the scene was instantly apparent. His face flushed furiously. Winthrop, uncom prehending, gazed unconcerned over Gaylor's shoulder. The voice of Vera rose hysterically to her climax. "She bids me tell you," Vera cried, "'Tell my brother '" Gaylor swept toward her. "What damned farce is this?" he shouted. The effect of the interruption was instant and startling. Mr. Hallowell, who, in the last few minutes, had believed he was listen ing to a voice from the dead, collapsed upon the shoulder of Rainey, who sprang to sup port him. Like a somnambulist wrenched from sleep, Vera gave a scream of fright, half genuine, half assumed, and swayed as though 63 VERA, THE MEDIUM about to fall. Vance caught her in his arms. He turned on Gaylor, his cunning red eyes flashing evilly. "You brute!" he cried, "you might have killed her." Between her sobs, Vera, her head upon the shoulder of Vance, whispered a question. As quickly, under cover of muttered sympathy, Vance answered. "Gaylor. The Judge." Still slightly swaying, Vera stood upright. She passed her hand vaguely before her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked feebly. "Where ami?" Gaylor shook his fist at the girl. "You know where you are!" he thun dered; "and you know where you're going you're going to jail!" In the hush that followed, Vera drew her self to her full height. She regarded Gaylor wonderingly, haughtily, as though he were some drunken intruder from the street. "Are you speaking to me?" she asked. 64 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Yes, to you," shouted the lawyer. "You're an impostor, and a swindler, and and " Winthrop pushed between them. "Yes, and she's a woman," he said, briskly; "if you want a row, talk to the man." To this point, the scene had brought to Vera no emotion save the excitement that is felt by the one who is struggling to escape. The appearance of a champion added a new interest. Through no fault of her own, she had learned by experience that to the one man who annoyed her there always were six to spring to her protection. So the glance she covertly turned upon Winthrop was one less of gratitude than of curiosity. But at the first sight of him the girl started, her eyes lit with recognition, her face flushed. And then, although the man was in no way regarding her, her eyes filled, and in mortification and dismay she blushed crim son. 65 VERA, THE MEDIUM His anger, still unsatisfied, Gaylor turned upon Vance. "And you," he cried, "you're going to jail, too. I'll drive " The voice of Mr. Hallowell, shaken with pain and distress, rose feebly, beseechingly. "Henry!" he begged, "I can't stand it!" "Judge Gaylor!" thundered Rainey, "I won't be responsible if you keep this up." With an exclamation of remorse, Vera ran to the side of the old man. With Rainey on his other hand, she raised him upright upon his feet. "Lean on me," begged the girl breath lessly. "I'm very strong. Lean on me." Mr. Hallowell shook his head. ' ' No, child," he protested, "not you." He turned to his old friend. "You help me, Henry," he begged. With the authority of the medical man, Rainey waved Vance into the bed-room. "Close those windows," he ordered. "You 66 VERA, THE MEDIUM help me!" he commanded of Gaylor. "Put your arm under him." Mr. Hallowell, protesting feebly and lean ing heavily upon the two men, stumbled into the bedroom, and the door was shut behind him. For a moment the girl and the man stood in silence; and then, as though suddenly conscious of her presence, Winthrop turned and smiled. The girl did not answer his smile. From under the shadow of the picture-hat and the ostrich feathers her eyes regarded him searchingly, watchfully. For the first time, Winthrop had the chance to observe her. He saw that she was very young, that her clothes cruelly dis guised her, that she was only a child mas querading as a brigand, that her face was distractingly lovely. Having noted this, the fact that she had driven several grown men to abuse and vituperation struck him as 67 VERA, THE MEDIUM being extremely humorous; nor did he try to conceal his amusement. But the watch fulness in the eyes of the girl did not relax. "Fm afraid I interfered with your seance," said the District Attorney. The girl regarded him warily, like a fencer fixing her eyes on those of her opponent. There was a p^use which lasted so long that had the silence continued it would have been rude. "Well," the girl returned at last, timidly, "that's what the city expects you to do, is it not?" Winthrop laughed. "How did you know who I was?" he asked, and then added quickly, "Of course, you're a mind-reader." For the first time the girl smiled. Win throp found it a charming smile, wistful and confiding. "I don't have to ask the spirit-world," she said, "to tell me who is District Attorney of New York." "Yes," said the District Attorney; "yes, 68 VERA, THE MEDIUM I suppose you have to be pretty well ac quainted with some of the laws those about mediums?" "If you knew as much about other laws," began Vera, "as I do about the law " she broke off, and again smiled upon him. "Then you probably know," said Win- throp, "that what our excited friend said to you just now is legally quite true?" The smile passed from the face of the girl. She looked at the young man with fine disdain, as a great lady might reprove with a glance the man who snapped a camera at her. "Yes?" she asked. "Well, what are you going to do about it arrest me?" Mock ing him, in a burlesque of melodrama, she held out her arms. "Don't put the hand cuffs on me," she begged. Winthrop found her impudence amusing; and, with the charm of her novelty, he was conscious of a growing conviction that, 69 VERA, THE MEDIUM somewhere, they had met before; that al ready at a crisis she had come into his life. "I won't arrest you," he said, with a puz zled smile, "on one condition." "Ah!" mocked Vera; "he is generous." "And the condition is," Winthrop went on seriously, "that you tell me where we met before?" The girl's expression became instantly mask-like. To learn if he suspected where it was that they had met, she searched his face quickly. She was reassured that of the event he had no real recollection. "That's rather difficult, isn't it," she con tinued lightly, "when you consider I've been giving exhibitions of mind-readings for the last six weeks on Broadway, and in the homes of people you probably know?" "No," Winthrop exclaimed eagerly, "it wasn't in a theatre, and it wasn't in a private house. It was " he shook his head help- 70 VERA, THE MEDIUM lessly, and looked at her for assistance. "You don't know, do you?" The girl regarded him steadily. "How should I?" she said. And then, as though decided upon a course of action of the wis dom of which she was uncertain, she laughed uneasily. "But the spirits would know," she said. "I might ask them." "Do!" cried Winthrop, delightedly. "How much would that be?" As though to reprove his flippancy, the girl frowned. With a nervous tremor, which this time seemed genuine enough, she threw back her head, closed her eyes, and laid her arm across her forehead. Winthrop, unobserved, watched her with a smile, partly of amusement, partly on ac count of her beauty, of admiration. "I see a court-room," said the girl. "It is very mean and bare. It is somewhere up the State; in a small town. Outside, there 71 VERA, THE MEDIUM are trees, and the sun is shining, and people are walking in a public park. Inside, in the prisoner's dock, there is a girl. She has been arrested for theft. She has pleaded ' guilty.' And I see that she has been very ill that she is faint from shame and fear and lack of food. And there is a young lawyer. He is defending her; he is asking the judge to be merciful, because this is her first offence, because she stole the cloak to get money to take her where she had been promised work. Because this is his first case. Winthrop gave a gasp of disbelief. "You don't mean to tell me " he cried. "Hush!" commanded the girl. "And he persuades the Judge to let her go," she con tinued quickly, her voice shaking, "and he and the girl walk out of the court-house to gether. And he talks to her kindly, and gives her money to pay her way to the people who have promised her work." Vera dropped her arm and, stepping back, 72 VERA, THE MEDIUM faced Winthrop. Through her tears her eyes were flashing proudly, gratefully; the feeling that shook her made her voice vibrate. The girl seemed proud of her tears, proud of her debt of gratitude. "And I've never forgotten you," she said, her voice eager and trembling, "and what you did for me. And I've watched you come to this city, and fight it, and fight it, until you made them put you where you are." She stopped to control her voice, and smiled at him. "And that's why I knew you were District Attorney," she said; "and please " She fumbled in the mesh purse at her waist and taking a bill from it, threw it upon the table. "And please, there's the money I owe you, and and I thank you and good-by." She turned and almost ran from him toward the door to the hall. "Stop! "cried Winthrop. Poised for flight, the girl halted, and looked back. 73 VERA, THE MEDIUM "When can I see you again?" said the man. The tone made it less a question than a command. In a manner as determined as his own, the girl shook her head. "No! "she said. "I must!" returned the man. Again the girl shook her head, definitely, finally. "It won't help you in your work," she pleaded, "to come to see me." "I must!" repeated Winthrop, simply. The eyes of the girl met his, appealingly, defiantly. "You'll be sorry," said the girl. Winthrop laughed an eager, boyish laugh. When he spoke the tenseness in his voice had gone. His tone was confident, bantering. "Then I will not come to see you," he said. Uncertain, puzzled, Vera looked at him in distress. She thought he was mocking her. "No?" she questioned. 74 "I'll come to see Vera, the medium," he explained. Vera frowned, and then, in happy embar rassment, smiled wistfully. "Oh, well," she stammered; "of course, if you're coming to consult me professionally my hours are from four to six." "I'll be there," cried the District Attor ney. Vera leaned forward eagerly. "What day will you come?" she de manded. "What day!" exclaimed the young man indignantly. "Why, this day!" Vera gave a guilty, frightened laugh. "Oh, will you?" she exclaimed delight edly. She clasped her fingers in a gesture of dismay. "Oh, I hope you won't be sorry!" she cried. For some moments the District Attorney of New York stood looking at the door through which she had disappeared. 75 PART II THE home of the Vances was in Thirty- fifth Street, nearly opposite the Garrick Theatre. It was one of a row of old-fash ioned brick houses with high steps. As the seeker after truth entered the front hall, he saw before him the stairs to the second story; on his right, the folding-doors of the " front parlor," and at the far end of the hall, a single door that led to what was, in the old days, before this row of houses had been converted into offices, the family dining- room. To Vera, the Vances had given the use of this room, as a "reception parlor." The visitor first entered the room on his right, from it passed through another pair of folding- doors to the reception parlor, and then, when his audience was at an end, departed by the single door to the hall, and so, to the street. 77 VERA, THE MEDIUM The reception parlor bore but little like ness to a cave of mystery. There were no shaded lights, no stuffed alligator, no Indian draperies, no black cat. On a table, in the centre, under a heavy and hideous chandelier with bronze gas jets, was a green velvet cushion. On this nestled an innocent ball of crystal. Beside it lay the ivory knitting needle with which Vera pointed out, in the hand of the visitor, those lines that showed he would be twice married, was of an am bitious temperament, and would make a success upon the stage. In a corner stood a wooden cabinet that resembled a sentry box on wheels. It was from this, on certain evenings, before a select circle of spiritualists, that Vera projected the ghosts of the de parted. Hanging inside the cabinet was a silver-gilt crown and a cloak of black velvet, lined with purple silk and covered in gold thread with signs of the zodiac. Save that these stage properties illustrated 78 VERA, THE MEDIUM the taste of Mabel Vance, the room was of no interest. It held a rubber plant, a red velvet rocking-chair, across the back of which Mrs. Vance had draped a Neapolitan scarf, an upright piano, upon which Em manuel Day, or, as he was known to the cross roads of Broadway and Forty-second Street, "Mannie" Day, provoked the most marvellous rag-time, an enlarged photograph in crayon, of Professor Vance, in a frock coat and lawn tie, a china bull-dog coquettishly decorated with a blue bow and, on the mantel-piece, two tall beer steins, and a hand telephone. From the long windows one obtained a view of the iron shutters of the new department store in Thirty-fourth Street; and of a garden, just large enough to contain a sumach tree, a refrigerator, and the packing-case in which the piano had arrived. After leaving Winthrop, without waiting for Vance, Vera had returned directly to the 79 VERA, THE MEDIUM house in Thirty-fifth Street, and locked her self in her room. And although "Mannie" Day had already ushered two visitors into the front room, Vera had not yet come down stairs. In consequence, Mabel Vance was in possession of the reception parlor. Mrs. Vance was plump, pink-and-blonde ; credulous and vulgar, but at all times of the utmost good-humor. Her admiration for Vera was equalled only by her awe of her. On this particular afternoon, although it al ready was after five o'clock, Mrs. Vance still wore a short dressing sack, open at the throat, and heavy with somewhat soiled lace. But her blonde hair was freshly " marcelled," and her nails pink and shining. In the ab sence of Vera, she was making a surreptitious and guilty use of the telephone. From the fact that in her left hand she held the Morn ing Telegraph open at the " previous per formances" of the horses, and that the page had been cruelly lacerated by a hat pin, it 80 VERA, THE MEDIUM was fair to suppose that whoever was at the other end of the wire, was tempting her with the closing odds at the races. In her speculations, she was interrupted by "Mannie" Day, who entered softly through the door from the hall. "Mannie" Day was a youth of twenty- four. It was his heart's desire to be a "Broadwayard." He wanted to know all of those, and to be known only by those, who moved between the giant pillars that New York threw into the sky to mark her progress North. He knew the soiled White Way as the old est inhabitant knows the single street of the village. He knew it from the Rathskellers underground, to the roof gardens in the sky; in his firmament the stars were the electric advertisements over Long Acre Square, his mother earth was asphalt, the breath of his nostrils gasolene, the Telegraph was his Bible. His grief was that no one in the Tenderloin 81 VERA, THE MEDIUM would take him seriously; would believe him wicked, wise, predatory. They might love him, they might laugh with him, they might clamor for his company; in no flat that could boast a piano, was he not, on his entrance, greeted with a shout; but the real Knights of the Highway treated him always as the questioning, wide-eyed child. In spite of his after-midnight pallor, in spite of his hon orable scars of dissipation, it was his mis fortune to be cursed with a smile that was a perpetual plea of "not guilty." ''What can you expect?" an outspoken friend, who made a living as a wireless wire- tapper, had once pointed out to him. "That smile of yours could open a safe. It could make a show girl give up money! It's an alibi for everything from overspeeding to murder." Mannie, as he listened, flushed with mor tification. From that moment he deter mined that his life should be devoted to 82 VERA, THE MEDIUM giving the lie to that smile, to that outward and visible sign of kindness, good-will, and innate innocence. As yet, he had not suc ceeded. He interrupted Mabel at the telephone to inquire the whereabouts of Vera. "There's two girls in there, now," he said; "waiting to have their fortunes doped." 1 ' Let 'em wait ! " exclaimed Mabel. " Vera's upstairs dressing." In her eyes was the baleful glare of the plunger. ' ' What was that you give me in the third race?" At the first touch of the ruling passion, what interest Mannie may have felt for the impatient visitors vanished. "Not in the third," he corrected briskly. "Keene entry win the third." Mabel appealed breathlessly to the tele phone. "What price the Keene entry in the third?" She turned to Mannie with re proachful eyes. "Even money!" she com plained. 83 VERA, THE MEDIUM "That's what I told you/' retorted Mannie. He lowered his voice, and gazed apprehen sively toward the front parlor. "If you want a really good thing," he whispered hoarsely, "ask Joe what Pompadour is in the fifth!" Mabel laughed scornfully, disappointedly. "Pompadour!" she mocked. "That's right!" cried the expert. "That's the one daily hint from Paris to-day. Joe will give you thirty to one." Upon the defenceless woman he turned the full force of his accursed smile. "Put five on for me, Mabel?" he begged. With unexpected determination of char acter Mabel declared sharply that she would do nothing of the sort. "Two, then?" entreated the boy. "Where," demanded Mabel, unfeelingly, "is the twenty you owe me now?" The abruptness of this unsportsman-like blow below the belt, caused Mannie to wince. "How do I know where it is?" he pro- 84 VERA, THE MEDIUM tested. "As long as you haven't got it, why do you care where it is? " He heard the door from the hall open, and turning, saw Vera. He appealed to her. "Vera," he cried, "you'll loan me two dollars? I stand to win sixty. I'll give you thirty." Vera looked inquiringly at Mabel. "What is it, Mabel," she asked; "a hand book?" Mrs. Vance nodded guiltily. "Mannie!" exclaimed Vera, gently but re proachfully, "I told you I wouldn't loan you any more money till you paid Mabel what you've borrowed." "How can I pay Mabel what I borrowed," demanded Mannie, "if I can't borrow the money from you to pay her? Only two dollars, Vera!" Vera nodded to Mabel. Mabel, at the phone, called, "Two dollars on Pompadour to win for Mannie Day," and rang off. "That makes thirty for you," exclaimed 85 VERA, THE MEDIUM Mannie, enthusiastically, "and twenty I owe to Mabel, and that leaves me ten." Mrs. Vance, no longer occupied in the whirlpool of speculation, for the first time observed that Vera had changed her matronly robe of black lace for a short white skirt, and a white shirt waist. She noted, also, that there was a change in Vera's face and man ner. She gave an impression of nervous eagerness, of unrest. Her smile seemed more appealing, wistful, girlish. She looked like a child of fourteen. But Mabel was concerned more especially with the robe of virgin white. For the month, which was July, the cos tume was appropriate, but, in the opinion of Mabel, in no way suited to the priestess of the occult and the mysterious. "Why, Vera!" exclaimed Mrs. Vance, "whatever have you got on? Ain't you going to receive visitors? There's ten dollars waiting in there now." 86 VERA, THE MEDIUM In sudden apprehension, Vera looked down at her spotless garments. "Don't I look nice?" she begged. "Of course you look nice, dearie," Mabel assured her, "but you don't look like no fortune-teller." "If you want to know what you look like," said Mannie sternly, "you look like one of the waiter girls at Childs's, that's what you look like." "And your crown!" exclaimed Mabel, "and your kimono. Ain't you going to wear your kimono?" She hastened to the cabinet and produced the cloak of black velvet and spangles, and the silver-gilt crown. "No, I am not!" declared Vera. She wore the frightened look of a mutinous child. "I I look so foolish in them!" Such heresy caused Mannie to gasp aloud: "You look grand in them," he protested; "don't she, Mabel?" 87 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Sure she does," assented that lady. "And your junk?" demanded Mannie, re ferring to the jade necklace and the gold- plated bracelets. His eyes opened in sym pathy. "You haven't pawned them, have you?" "Pawned them?" laughed Vera; "I couldn't get anything on them!" As the only masculine point of view available, she appealed to Mannie, wistfully. "Don't you like me better this way, Mannie?" she begged. But that critic protested violently. "Not a bit like it" he cried. "Now, in the gold tiara and the spangled opera cloak," he differentiated, "you look like a picture postal card! You got Lotta Faust's blue skirt back to Levey's. But not in the white goods!" He shook his head sadly, firmly. "You look, now, like you was made up for a May-day picnic in the Bronx, and they'd picked on you to be Queen of the May." Mabel carried the much-admired opera 88 VERA, THE MEDIUM cloak to Vera, and held it out, tempting her. " You'll wear it, just to please me and Mannie, won't you, dearie?" she begged. Vera retreated before it as though it held the germs of contagion. "I will not," she rebelled. "I hate it! When I have that on, I feel mean. I feel as mean as though I were picking pennies out of a blind man's hat." Mannie roared with delight. "Gee!" he shouted; "but that's a hot one." "Besides," said Vera, consciously, "I'm I'm expecting some one." The manner more than the words thrilled Mabel with the most joyful expectations. She exclaimed excitedly. "A gentleman friend, Vera?" she asked. That Vera shunned all young men had been to Mabel a source of wonder and of pride. Even when the young men were the friends 89 VERA, THE MEDIUM of her husband and of herself, the preoccu pied manner with which Vera received them did not provoke in Mabel any resentment. It rather increased her approbation. Al though horrified at the recklessness of the girl, she had approved even when Vera re jected an offer of marriage from a wine agent. Secretly, for a proper alliance for her, Mabel read the society columns, in search of eligible, rich young men. Finding that they invariably married eligible, rich young wom en, she had lately determined that Vera's destiny must be an English duke. Still, if, as she hoped, Vera had chosen for herself, Mabel felt assured that the man would prove worthy, and a good match. A good match meant one who owned not only a runabout, but a touring car. "It's a man from home," said Vera. "Home?" queried Mannie. "From up the State," explained Vera; "from Geneva. It's Mr. Winthrop." 90 I will not," she rebelled. " I hate it ! " VERA, THE MEDIUM With an exclamation of alarm, Mannie started upright. " Winthrop ! " he cried, then with a laugh of relief he sank back. "Gee! you give me a scare," he cried. "I thought you meant the District Attorney." Mabel laughed sympathetically. "I thought so too," she admitted. "I do mean the District Attorney," said the girl. "Vera!" cried Mabel. "Winthrop coming here?" demanded Mannie. "I met him at Mr. Hallowell's this morn ing," said Vera. "Didn't Paul tell you?" "Paul ain't back yet," said Mannie. "I wish he was!" His lower jaw dropped in dazed bewilderment. "Winthrop coming here ? " he repeated. "And they're all coming here!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "Paul just phoned me. They've taken Gaylor in with them, and we're all working together now on some game for to-night. And Winthrop's 91 VERA, THE MEDIUM coming here!" he shook his head decidedly, importantly. As the only man of the family present, he felt he must meet this crisis. "Paul won't stand for it!" he declared. "Well, Paul will just have to stand for it!" retorted Mrs. Vance. With a murmur of sympathy she crossed to Vera. "I'm not going to see our Vera disappointed," she announced. "She never sees no company. Vera, if Mr. Winthrop comes when that bunch is here, I'll show him into the front parlor." Vera sat down in front of the piano, and let her fingers drop upon the keys. The look of eagerness and anticipation had left her eyes. "Oh, I don't know," she said, "that I want to see him now." With complete misunderstanding, Mannie demanded truculently, "Why not?" His loyalty to Vera gave him courage, in her behalf, to face even a District Attorney. ' ' He 92 VERA, THE MEDIUM doesn't think he's coming here to make trouble for you, does he?" Vera shook her head, and bending over the piano, struck a few detached chords. "Oh, no," she said, consciously; "just to see me professionally like everybody else." Mabel could no longer withhold her in dignation at the obtuseness of the masculine intellect. "My gracious, Mannie!" she exclaimed, "can't you understand he's coming here to make a call on Vera like a gentleman not like no District Attorney." Mannie precipitately retreated from his position as champion. "Sure, I understand," he protested. With the joy that a match-making mother takes in the hunt, Mabel sank into the plush rocking-chair, and rocking violently, turned upon Vera an eager and excited smile. "Think of our Vera knowing Mr. Win- throp, socially ! " she exclaimed. ' ' It's grand ! 93 VERA, THE MEDIUM And they say his sisters are elegant ladies. Last winter I read about them at the opera, and it always printed what they had on. Why didn't you tell me you knowed him, Vera?" she cried reproachfully, "I tell you everything!" "I don't know him," protested the girl. "I used to see him when he lived in the same town." Mabel, inviting further confidences, ceased rocking and nodded encouragingly. "Up in Geneva?" she prompted. "Yes," said Vera; "I used to see him every afternoon then, when he played ball on the college nine " "Who?" demanded Mannie, incredulously. "Winthrop," said Vera. "Did he?" exclaimed Mannie. His tone suggested that he might still be persuaded that there was good in the man. "What'd he play?" he demanded sus piciously. 94 VERA, THE MEDIUM "First," said Vera. "Did he!" exclaimed Mannie. His tone now was of open approbation. Vera had raised her eyes, and turned them toward the windows. Beyond the soot- stained sumach tree, the fire-escapes of the department store, she saw the sun-drenched campus, the buttressed chapel, the ancient, drooping elms; and on a canvas bag, poised like a winged Mercury, a tall straight figure in gray, dusty flannels. "He was awfully good-looking," mur mured the girl, "and awfully tall. He could stop a ball as high as that!" She raised her arm in the air; and then, suddenly conscious, flushed, and turned to the piano. "Go on, tell us," urged Mabel. "So you first met him in Geneva, did you?" "No," corrected Vera; "saw him there. I I only met him once." Mannie interrupted hilariously. 95 VERA, THE MEDIUM " I only saw him once, too," he cried; "that was enough for me." Vera swiftly spun the piano stool, so that she faced him. Her eyes were filled with concern. "You, Mannie!" she demanded anxiously. "What had you done?" "Done!" exclaimed Mannie indignantly; "nothing! What 'd you think I'd done? Did you think I was a crook?" Vera bowed her shoulders, and shivered as though the boy had cursed at her. She shook her head vehemently, and again swung back to the piano. Stumbling awkwardly, her fingers ran over the keys in a swift clatter of broken chords. "No," she whispered, "no, Mannie, no." With a laugh of delighted recollection, Mannie turned to Mabel. "He raided a pool room I was working at," he explained. "He picked me out as a sheet writer, because I had my coat off, 96 VERA, THE MEDIUM see? I told him I had it off because it was too hot for me, and he says, 'Young man, if you lie to me, I'll make it a damn sight hotter!" Mannie threw back his head and shouted uproariously. "He's all right, Win- throp!" he declared. Mabel, having already married Winthrop to Vera in Grace Church, with herself in the front pew, in a blue silk dress, received this unexpected evidence of his rare wit with de light. In ecstasy of appreciation she slapped her knees. "Did he say that, Mannie," she cried. "Wasn't that quick of him! Did you hear what he said to Mannie, Vera?" she de manded. Their mirth was interrupted by the open ing and closing of the front door, and in the hall, the murmur of men's voices. Vance opened the door from the hall and entered, followed by Judge Gaylor and Rainey. With evident pride in her appear- 97 VERA, THE MEDIUM ance, Vance introduced the two men to his wife, and then sent her and Mannie from the room; the latter with orders to dismiss the visitors in the front parlor and to admit no others. At the door Mrs. Vance turned to Vera and nodded mysteriously. "If that party calls," she said with sig nificance, "I'll put him in the front parlor." With a look of dismay, Vera vehemently shook her head, but to forestall any opposi tion, Mrs. Vance hastily slammed the door behind her. In his most courteous manner Judge Gay- lor offered the chair at the head of the centre table to Vera, and at the same table seated himself. Vance took a place on the piano stool; Rainey stood with his back to the mantel-piece. "Miss Vera," Gaylor began, impressively, "I desire to apologize for my language this morning. As Rainey no doubt has told you, 98 VERA, THE MEDIUM I have opposed you and Professor Vance. But I I know when I'm beaten. Your in fluence with Mr. Hallowell to-day is greater than mine. It is paramount. I congratu late you." He smiled ingratiatingly. "And now," he added, "we are all working in unison." "You've given up your idea of sending me to jail," said Vera. "Vera!" exclaimed Vance reprovingly. "Judge Gaylor has apologized. We're all in harmony now." "Is that door locked?" asked Gaylor. Vance told him, save Mrs. Vance, Mannie and themselves, there was none in the house; and that he might speak freely. "Miss Vera," began the Judge, "we left Mr. Hallowell very much impressed with the message you gave him this morning. The message from his dead sister. He wants another message from her. He wants her to decide how he shall dispose 99 VERA, THE MEDIUM of a very large sum of money his entire fortune." "His entire fortune!" exclaimed Vera. "Do you imagine," she asked, "that Mr. Hallowell will take advice from the spirit world about that? I don't!" "I do," Gaylor answered stoutly; "I know 7 would." "You?" asked Vera incredulously. "If I could believe my sister came from the dead to tell me what to do," said the lawyer, "of course, I'd do it. I'd be afraid not to. But I don't believe. He does. And he believes you can bring his sister her self before him. He insists that to-night you hold a seance in his house, and that you materialize the spirit of his dead sister. So that he can see his sister, and talk with his sister. Vance says you can do that. Can you?" From Vera's face the look of girlishness, of happy anticipation had already disappeared. 100 VERA, THE MEDIUM "It is my business to do that," the girl answered. She turned to Vance, and in a matter-of-fact voice inquired, "What does his sister look like that photograph we used this morning?" "No," Vance answered. "I've a better one, Rainey gave me. Taken when she was older. Has white hair and a cap and a ker chief crossed so." He drew his hands across his shoulders. "Rainey, show Miss Vera that picture." "Not now," Gaylor commanded. "The important thing now is that Miss Vera under stands the message Mr. Hallovrell is to re ceive from his sister." The two other men nodded quickly in assent. Gaylor turned to Vera. He spoke slowly, earnestly. "Miss Vera," he said, "Mr. Hallowell's present will leaves his fortune to his niece. He has made another will, which he has not signed, leaving his fortune to the Hallowell 101 VERA, THE MEDIUM Institute. He will ask his sister, to which of these he should leave his money. You will tell him " he corrected himself instantly, "she will tell him to give it where it will be of the greatest good to the most people to the Institute." There was a pause. "Do you understand?" he asked. "To the Institute. Not to the niece," Vera answered. Gaylor nodded gravely. "What," asked Vera, "are the fewest words in which that message could be deliv ered? I mean should she say, 'You are to endow the Hallowell Institute/ or ' Brother, you are to give ' 'Sign the new will'?" With satisfaction the girl gave a sharp shake of her head, and nodded to Vance. '"De stroy the old will. Sign the new will.' That is the best," she said. "That's it exactly," Gaylor exclaimed eagerly, "that's excellent!" Then his face clouded. "I think," he said, in a troubled voice, "we should warn Miss Vera, that to 102 VERA, THE MEDIUM guard himself from any trickery, Mr. Hallo- well insists on subjecting her to the most severe tests, he " "That will be all right," said the girl. She turned to Vance, and, in a lower tone, but without interest, asked, "What, for in stance?" Vance merely laughed and shrug ged his shoulders. The girl smiled. Nettled, and alarmed at what appeared to be their overconfidence, Gaylor objected warmly. "That's all very well," he cried, "but 'for instance/ he insists that the entire time you are in the cabinet, you hold a handful of flour in one hand, and of shot in the other " He illustrated with clenched fists "Which makes it impossible," he protested, "for you to use your hands." The face of the girl showed complete in difference. "Not necessarily," she said. "But you are to be tied hand and foot," cried the Judge. "And on top of that," he 103 VERA, THE MEDIUM burst forth indignantly, pointing aggrievedly at Vance, "he himself, proposed this flour- and-shot test. It was silly, senseless bra vado!" ' ' Not necessarily," repeated the girl. ' ' He knew that I invented it." Rainey laughed. Gaylor gave an exclamation of enlighten ment. " If it will be of any comfort to you, Judge," said Vance, "I'll tell you one thing: every test that ever was put to a medium was in vented by a medium." Vera rose. "If there is nothing more," she said, "I will go and get the things ready for this evening. 'Destroy the old will. Sign the new will/ " she repeated. She turned suddenly to Vance, her brow drawn in con sideration. "I suppose by this new will," she asked, "the girl gets nothing?" "Not at all!" exclaimed Gaylor, emphati cally. "We don't want her to fight the will. She gets a million." 104 VERA, THE MEDIUM "A million dollars?" demanded Vera. For an instant, as though trying to grasp the possibilities of such a sum, she stood staring ahead of her. With doubt in her eyes, and shaking her head, she turned to Vance: "How can one woman spend a million dol lars?" she protested. "Well, you see, we don't intend to starve her," exclaimed Gaylor eagerly, "and at the same time, the Institute will be benefiting all humanity. Doing good to " Vera interrupted him with a sharp, per emptory movement of the hand. "We won't go into that, please," she begged. The Judge inclined his head. "I only meant to point out," he said stiffly, "that you are giving Mr. Hallowell the best advice, and doing great good." For a moment, the girl looked at him steadily. On her lips was a faint smile of disdain, but whether for him or for herself, the Judge could not determine. \ 105 VERA, THE MEDIUM "I don't know that," the girl said finally. "I don't ask." She turned to Rainey. "Have you that photograph? " He gave her a photo graph and after, for an instant, studying it in silence, she returned it to him. "It will be quite easy," she said to Vance. She walked to the door, and instinctively the two men, who were seated, rose. "I will see you to-night at Mr. Hallo- well's," she said, and, with a nod, left them. "Well," exclaimed Rainey, "you didn't tell her!" "I know," Vance answered. "I decided we'd be wiser to take advice from my wife. She understands Vera better than I do." He opened the door to the hall, and called, "Mannie! tell Mabel oh, Mabel," he cor rected, "come here a minute." He returned to his seat on the piano stool. "She can tell us," he said. In expectation of the arrival of Winthrop, Mrs. Vance had arrayed herself in a light-blue 106 VERA, THE MEDIUM frock, and as though she had just come in from the street, in such a hat as she con sidered would do credit not only to Vera, but to herself. "Mabel," her husband began, "we're up against a hard proposition. Hallowell insists that Winthrop and Miss Coates must come to the seance to-night." "Winthrop and Miss Coates!" cried Mabel. In astonishment she glanced from her hus band to Rainey and Gaylor. "Then, it's all off!" she exclaimed. "That's what I say," growled Rainey. "We want you to tell us," continued Vance, unmoved, "whether Vera should know that now, or wait until to-night?" "Paul Vance!" almost shrieked his wife, "Do you mean to tell me you're thinking of giving a materialization in front of the Dis trict Attorney! You're crazy!" "That's what I tell them," chorused Rainey. 107 VERA, THE MEDIUM Gaylor raised his hand for silence. "No, Mrs. Vance," he said wearily. "We are not crazy, but," he added, bitterly, "we can't help ourselves. You mediums have got Mr. Hallowell in such a state that he'll only do what his sister's spirit tells him. He says, if he's robbing his niece, his sister will tell him so; if he's to give the money to the Institute, his sister will tell him that. He says, if Vance is fair and above-board, he shouldn't be afraid to have his niece and any friends of hers present. We can't help our selves." "I helped a little," said Vance, "by insist ing on having our own friends there told him the spirit could not materialize unless there were believers present." "Did he stand for that?" asked Mabel. "Glad to have them," her husband assured her. "They like to think there are others as foolish as they are. And I'm going to place Mr. District Attorney," he broke out sud- 108 VERA, THE MEDIUM denly and fiercely, " bet ween two mediums. They'll hold his hands!" Already frightened by the possible result of the plot, Rainey with a vehemence born of fear, retorted sharply: "Hold his hands! How're you going to make him hold his tongue, afterward?" Gaylor turned upon him savagely. "My God, man!" he cried, "we're not trying to persuade the District Attorney that he's seen a ghost. If your friends can per suade Stephen Hallowell that he's seen one, the District Attorney can go to the devil!" "Well, he won't!" returned Rainey; "he'll go to law!" "Let him!" cried Gaylor defiantly. "Get Hallowell to sign that will, and I'll go into court with him." His bravado was suddenly attacked from an unexpected source. "You'll go into court with him, all right," declared Mrs. Vance, ' ' all of you ! And if you 109 VERA, THE MEDIUM don't want him to catch you," she cried, " you'll clear out, now! He's coming here any minute." " Who's coming here?" demanded her hus band. "Winthrop," returned his wife, "to see Vera." "To see Vera!" cried Vance, eagerly. "What about? About this morning?" "No," protested Mabel, "to call on her. He's an old friend " In alarm Rainey pushed into the group of now thoroughly excited people. "Don't you believe it!" he cried. "If he's coming here, he's coming to give her the third degree " The door from the hall suddenly opened, was as suddenly closed, and Mannie slipped into the room. One hand he held up for silence; with the other he pointed at the folding doors. "Hush ! " he warned them. " He's in there ! He says, he's come to call on Vera. She 110 VERA, THE MEDIUM says, he's come professionally, and I must bring him in here. I've shut the door into the parlor, and you can slip upstairs, without his seeing you." "Upstairs!" gasped Rainey, "not for me!" He appealed to Gaylor in accents of real alarm. ' ' We must get away from this house," he declared. "If he finds us here " with a gesture of dismay he tossed his hands in the air. Gaylor nodded. In silence, all, save Mannie, moved into the hall, and halted be tween the outer and inner doors of the ves tibule. Gaylor turned to Vance. "Are you going to tell her," he asked, "that he is to be there to-night?" "He'll tell her himself, now!" "No," corrected Rainey; "he doesn't know yet there's to be a seance. Hallowell was writing the note when he left." "Then," instructed Gaylor, "do not let her know until she arrives, until it will be too late for her to back out." Ill VERA, THE MEDIUM Vance nodded, and waiting until, from the back room he heard the voices of Mannie and Winthrop, he opened the front door and the two men ran down the steps into the street. While the conspirators were hidden in the vestibule, Mannie had opened the folding doors, and invited Winthrop to enter the reception parlor. "Miss Vera will be down in a minute," he said. "If you want your hand read," he added, pointing, "you sit over there." As Winthrop approached the centre table, Mannie backed against the piano. The presence of the District Attorney at such short range, aroused in him many emotions. Alternately he was torn with alarm, with ad miration, with curiosity. He regarded him apprehensively with a nervous and unhappy smile. About the smile there was something that Winthrop found familiar, and, with one almost as attractive, he answered it. 112 "I think we've met before, haven't we?" he asked pleasantly. Mannie nodded. "Yes, sir," he answered promptly. "At Sam Hepner's old place, on West Forty-fourth Street." "Why, of course!" exclaimed the District Attorney. "Don't you don't you remember?" stam mered Mannie eagerly. He was deeply con cerned lest the distinguished cross-examiner should think, that from him, of his lurid past he could withhold anything. "I had my coat off and you said you'd make it hot for me." "Did I?" asked Winthrop with an effort at recollection. "No, you didn't!" Mannie hastened to reassure him. "I mean, you didn't make it hot for me." Winthrop laughed, and seated himself com fortably beside the centre table. "Well I'm glad of that," he said. "So our relations are still pleasant, then?" he asked. 113 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Sure!" exclaimed Mannie. heartily. "I mean yes, sir." Winthrop mechanically reached for his cigarette case, and then, recollecting, with drew his hand. "And how are the ponies running?" he asked. The interview was filling Mannie with ex citement and delight. He chuckled with pleasure. His fear of the great man was rapidly departing. Could this, he asked himself, be the "terror to evil-doers," the man whose cruel questions drove witnesses to tears, whose "third degree," sent veterans of the under-world staggering from his con fessional box, limp and gasping? "Oh, pretty well," said the boy; "seems as if I couldn't keep away from them. I got a good thing for to-day Pompadour in the fifth. I put all the money on her I could get together," he announced importantly, and then added frankly, with a laugh, "two 114 VERA, THE MEDIUM dollars!" The laugh was contagious, and the District Attorney laughed with him. " Pompadour," Winthrop objected, "she's one of those winter-track favorites." "I know, but to-day," declared Mannie, "she win, sure!" Carried away by his en thusiasm, and by the sympathy of his audi ence, he rushed, unheeding, to his fate. "If you'd like to put a little on," he said, "I can tell you where you can do it." The District Attorney stared and laughed. "You mustn't tell me where you can do it/' he said. Mannie gave a terrified gasp, and, for an instant, clapped his hands over his lips. "That's right;" he cried. "Gee, that's right! I'm such a crank on all kinds of sport, that I clean forgot!" He gazed at the much-dreaded District Attorney with the awe of the new-born hero-worshipper. "I guess you are, too, hey?" he protested admiringly. "Vera 115 VERA, THE MEDIUM was telling me you used to be a great ball tosser." In the face of the District Attorney there came a sudden interest. His eyes lightened. "How did she " "She used to watch you in Geneva/' said Mannie; "playing with the college lads. I I," he added consciously, "was a ball player myself once. Used to pitch for the Interstate League." He stopped ab ruptly. "Interstate?" said Winthrop encourag ingly. "You must have been good." The enthusiasm had departed from the face of the boy. "Yes," he said, "but " he smiled shamefacedly, "but I got taking coke, and they " he finished with a dra matic gesture of the hand as of a man tossing away a cigarette. "Cocaine?" said the District Attorney. The boy nodded; and for an instant, the two men eyed each other, the boy smiling 116 VERA, THE MEDIUM ruefully. The District Attorney shook his head. "My young friend," he said, "you can never beat iliat game!" Mannie stared at him, his eyes filled with surprise. "Don't you suppose," he said, simply, "that I know that better than you do?" With a boy's pride in his own incorrigibility he went on, boastingly; "Oh, yes," he said, "I used to be awful bad! Cocaine and all kinds of dope, and cigarettes, and whiskey I was nearly all in with morphine, it was then till she took hold of me, and stopped me." "She?" said Winthrop. "Vera," said Mannie. "She made me stop. I had to stop. She started taking it herself." "What!" cried Winthrop. "Oh!" exclaimed Mannie, hastily, "I don't mean what you mean I mean she started taking it to make me stop. She says to me, 117 VERA, THE MEDIUM 'Mannie, you're killing yourself, and you got to quit it; and if you don't, every time you take a grain, I'll take two.' And she did! I'd come home, and she'd see what I'd been doing, and she'd up with her sleeves, and In horrible pantomime, the boy lifted the cuff of his shirt, and pressed his right thumb against the wrist of his other arm. At the memory of it, he gave a shiver, and with a blow, roughly struck the cuff into place. "God!" he muttered. "I couldn't stand it. I begged, and begged her not. I cried. I used to get down, in this room, on my knees. And each time she'd get whiter, and black under the eyes. And and I had to stop. Didn't I?" Winthrop moved his head. "And now," cried the boy with a happy laugh, "I'm all right!" He appealed to the older man eagerly, wistfully. "Don't you think I'm looking better than I did the last time you saw me?" 118 VERA, THE MEDIUM Again, without venturing to speak, Win- throp nodded. Mannie smiled with pride. " Everybody tells me so," he said. "Well, she did it. That's what she did for me. And, I can tell you," he said simply, sincerely, "there ain't anything I wouldn't do for her. I guess that's right, hey?" he added. The eyes of the cruel cross-examiner, veiled under half-closed lids, were regarding the boy with so curious an expression that under their scrutiny, Mannie in embarrassment, moved uneasily. "I guess that's right," he repeated. To his surprise, the District Attorney rose from his comfortable position and, leaning across the table, held out his hand. Mannie took it awkwardly. "That's all right," he said. "Sure, it's all right," said the District Attorney. From the hall there was the sound of light, 119 VERA, THE MEDIUM quick steps; and Mannie, happy to escape from a situation he did not understand, ran to the door. "She's coming," he said. He opened the door, and as Vera entered, he slipped past her and closed it behind him. Vera walked directly to the chair at the top of the centre table. She was nervous, and she was conscious that that fact was evident. To avoid shaking hands with her visitor, she carried her own clasped in front of her, with the fingers interlaced. She tried to speak in her usual suave, professional tone. "How do you do," she said. But Winthrop would not be denied. With a smile that showed his pleasure at again seeing her, he advanced eagerly, with his hand outstretched. "How are you?" he exclaimed. "Aren't you going to shake hands with me?" he demanded. "With an old friend?" Vera gave him her hand quickly, and then, 120 VERA, THE MEDIUM seating herself at the table, picked up the ivory pointer. "I didn't know you were coming as an old friend/' she murmured embarrassedly. " You said, you were coming to consult Vera, the medium." "But you said, that was the only way I could come/' protested Winthrop. " Don't you remember, you said " Vera interrupted him. She spoke dis tantly, formally. "What kind of a reading do you want? " she asked. ' ' A hand reading, or a crystal reading?" Winthrop leaned forward in his chair, frankly smiling at her. He made no attempt to conceal the pleasure the sight of her gave him. His manner was that of a very old and dear friend, who, for the first time, had met her after a separation of years. "Don't want any kind of a reading," he declared. "I want a talking. You don't seem to understand," he objected, "that I 121 VERA, THE MEDIUM am making an afternoon call." His good- humor was unassailable. Looking up with a perplexed frown, Vera met his eyes and saw that he was laughing at her. She threw the ivory pointer down, and leaning back in her chair, smiled at him. "I don't believe," she said doubtfully, "that I know much about afternoon calls. What would I do, if we were on Fifth Avenue? Would I give you tea? " she asked, " because," she added hastily, "there isn't any tea." "In that case, it is not etiquette to offer any," said Winthrop gravely. "Then," said Vera, "I'm doing it right, so far?" They both laughed; Vera because she still was in awe of him, and Winthrop because he was happy. "You're doing it charmingly," Winthrop assured her. "Good!" exclaimed Vera. "Well, now," she inquired, "now we talk, don't we?" 122 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Yes," assented Winthrop promptly, "we talk about you." "No, I I don't think we do," declared Vera, in haste. "I think we talk about Geneva." She turned to him with real in terest. "Is the town much changed?" she asked. As though preparing for a long talk, Win throp dropped his hat to the floor and settled himself comfortably. "Well, it is, and it isn't," he answered. "Haven't you been back lately?" he asked. Vera looked quickly away from him. "I have never been back!" she answered. There was a pause and when she again turned her eyes to his, she was smiling. "But I always take the Geneva Times, 1 she said, "and I often read that you've been there. You're a great man in Geneva." Winthrop nodded gravely. "Whenever I want to be a great man," he said, "I go to Geneva." 123 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Why, yes," exclaimed Vera. "Last June you delivered the oration to the graduating class," she laughed, "on 'The College Man in Politics/ Such an original subject! And did you point to yourself?" she asked mock ingly, "as the the bright example?" "No," protested Winthrop, "I knew they'd see that." Much to her relief, Vera found that of Winthrop she was no longer afraid. "Oh!" she protested, "didn't you say, 'twelve years ago, a humble boy played ball for Hobart College. That boy now stands before you'? Didn't you say that?" "Something like that," assented the Dis trict Attorney. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "that young man who showed me in here; your confederate, or fellow-conspirator, or look out man, or whatever he is told me you used to be a regular attendant at those games." 124 VERA, THE MEDIUM "I never missed one!" Vera cried. She leaned forward, her eyes shining, her brows knit with the effort of recollection. "I used to tell aunt," she said "I had to drive in for the mail. But that was only an excuse. Aunt had an old buggy, and an old white horse, called Roscoe Conkling. I called him 'Rocks/ He was blind in one eye, and he would walk on the wrong side of the road; you had to drive him on one rein." The girl was speaking rapidly, eagerly. She had lost all fear of her visitor. With satis faction Winthrop recognized this; and un consciously he was now frankly regarding the face of the girl with a smile of pleasure and admiration. "And I used to tie him to the fence just opposite first base," Vera went on, excitedly, "and shout for you!" "Don't tell me," interrupted Winthrop, in burlesque excitement, "that you were that very pretty little girl, with short dresses and 125 VERA, THE MEDIUM long legs; who used to sit on the top rail, and kick, and cheer." Vera shook her head sternly. "I was," she said; "but you never saw me." "Oh, yes, we did," protested Winthrop. "We used to call you our mascot." "No; that was some other little girl," said Vera firmly. "You never looked at me, and I " she laughed, and then frowned at him reproachfully; "I thought you were mag nificent! I used to have your pictures in base-ball clothes pinned all around my look ing-glass. And whenever you made a base hit, I'd shout and shout and you'd never look at me! And one day " she stopped, and as though appalled by the memory, clasped her hands "Oh, it was awful!" she exclaimed; "one day a foul ball hit the fence, and I jumped down and threw it to you, and you said, 'Thank you, sis!' And I," she cried, "thought I was a young lady!" 126 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Oh! I couldn't have said that," protested Winthrop, " maybe I said, 'sister.'" "No," declared Vera energetically shaking her head, "not 'sister,' 'sis.' And you never did look at me ; and I used to drive past your house every day. We lived only a mile below you." "Where?" asked Winthrop. "On the lake road from Syracuse," said Vera. "Don't you remember the farm a mile below yours the one with the red barn right on the road? Yes, you do," she in sisted, "the cows were always looking over the fence right into the road." "Of course!" exclaimed Winthrop delight edly. "Was that your house?" "Oh, no," protested Vera; "ours was the little cottage on the other side " "With poplars round it?" demanded Win throp. "That's it!" cried Vera triumphantly; "with poplars round it." 127 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Why, I know that house well. We boys used to call it the haunted house." "That's the one," assented Vera. She smiled with satisfaction. "Well, that's where I lived until aunt died," she said. "And then, what?" asked Winthrop. For a moment the girl did not answer. Her face had grown grave and she sat mo tionless, staring beyond her. Suddenly, as though casting her thoughts from her, she gave a sharp toss of her head. "Then," she said, speaking quickly; "I went into the mills, and was ill there, and I wrote Paul and Mabel to ask if I could join them, and they said I could. But I was too ill, and I had no money nothing. And, then," she raised her eyes to his and re garded him steadily; "then I stole that cloak to get the money to join them, and you you helped me to get away, and and " Winthrop broke in hastily. He disre- 128 VERA, THE MEDIUM garded both her manner and the nature of what she had said. "And how did you come to know the Vances?" he asked. After a pause of an instant, the girl ac cepted the cue his manner gave her, and answered as before. "Through my aunt," she said. "She was a medium too." "Of course!" cried Winthrop. "I remem ber now. That's why we called it the haunted house." "My aunt," said the girl, regarding him steadily and, with, in her manner, a certain defiance, "was a great medium. All the spiritualists in that part of the State used to meet at our house. I've witnessed some wonderful manifestations in that front par lor." She turned to Winthrop and smiled. "So, you see," she exclaimed, "I was born and brought up in this business. I am the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. 129 VERA, THE MEDIUM My grandmother was a medium, my mother was a medium she worked with the Fox sisters before they were exposed. But, my aunt," she added thoughtfully, judicially, "was the greatest medium I have ever seen. She did certain things 7 couldn't understand, and I know every trick in the trade unless," she explained, "you believe the spirits helped her." Winthrop was observing the girl intently, with a new interest. "And you don't believe that?" he asked, quietly. ' ' How can I ? " Vera said. ' ' I was brought up with them." She shook her head and smiled. "I used to play around the kitchen stove with Pocahontas and Alexander the Great, and Martin Luther lived in our china closet. You see, the neighbors wouldn't let their children come to our house so, the only playmates I had were ghosts." She laughed wistfully. "My!" she exclaimed, 130 "I was a queer, lonely little rat. I used to hear voices and see visions. I do still," she added. With her elbows on the arms of her chair, she clasped her hands under her chin and leaned forward. She turned her eyes to Winthrop and nodded confidentially. "Do you know," she said, " sometimes I think people from the other world do speak to me." "But you said," Winthrop objected, "you didn't believe." "I know," returned Vera. "I can't!" Her voice was perplexed, impatient. "Why, I can sit in this chair," she declared earn estly, "and fill this room with spirit voices and rappings, and you sitting right there can't see how I do it. And yet, in spite of all the tricks, sometimes I believe there's something in it." She looked at Winthrop, her eyes open with inquiry. He shook his head. "Yes," insisted the girl. "When these 131 VERA, THE MEDIUM women come to me for advice, I don't invent what I say to them. It's as though some thing told me what to say. I have never met them before, but as soon as I pass into the trance state I seem to know all their troubles. And I seem to be half in this world and half in another world carry ing messages between them. Maybe," 'her voice had sunk to almost a whisper; she continued as though speaking to herself, "I only think that. I don't know. I wonder." There was a long pause. "I wish," began Winthrop earnestly, "1 wish you were younger, or I were older." "Why?" asked Vera. "Because," said the young man, "I'd like to talk to you like a father." Vera turned and smiled on him, securely, with frank friendliness. "Go ahead," she assented; "talk to me like a father." Winthrop smiled back at her, and then 132 VERA, THE MEDIUM frowned. "You shouldn't be in this busi ness," he said. The girl regarded him steadily. " What's the matter with the business?" she asked. Winthrop felt she had put him upon the defensive, but he did not hesitate. "Well," he said, "there may be some truth in it. But we don't know that. We do know that there's a lot of fraud and deceit in it. Now," he declared warmly, "there's nothing deceitful about you. You're fine," he cried enthusiastically, "you're big! That boy who was in here told me one story about you, that showed " Vera stopped him sharply. "What do you know of me?" she asked bitterly. "The first time you ever saw me, I was in a police court; and this morning you heard that man threaten to put me in jail " In turn, by abruptly rising from his chair, 133 VERA, THE MEDIUM Winthrop interrupted her. He pushed the chair out of his way, and, shoving his hands into his trousers' pockets, began pacing with long, quick strides up and down the room. "What do I care for that!" he cried con temptuously. He tossed the words at her over his shoulder. "I put lots of people in jail myself that are better than I am. Only, they won't play the game." He halted, and turned on her. "Now, you're not playing the game. This is a mean business; taking money from silly girls and old men. You're too good for that." He halted at the table and stood facing her. "I've got two sisters uptown," he said. He spoke commandingly, peremptorily. "And to-morrow I am going to take you to see them. And we fellow- townsmen," he smiled at her appealingly, "will talk this over, and we'll make you come back to your own people." For a moment the two regarded each other. Then the girl answered firmly but with a 134 slight hoarseness in her voice, and in a tone hardly louder than a whisper: "You know I can't do that!" "I don't!" blustered Winthrop. "Why not?" "Because," said the girl steadily, "of what I did in Geneva." As though the answer was the one he had feared, the man exclaimed sharply, rebel- liously. ' ' Nonsense ! " he cried. ' ' You didn't know what you were doing. No decent person would consider that." "They do," said the girl, "they are the very ones who do. And it's been in the papers. Everybody in Geneva knows it. And here too. And whenever I try to get away from this " she stretched out her hands to include the room about her "some one tells! Five times, now." She leaned forward appealingly, not as though asking pity for herself, but as wishing him 135 VERA, THE MEDIUM to see her point of view. "I didn't choose this business," she protested, "I was sort of born in it, and," she broke out, loyally, "I hate to have you call it a mean business; but I can't get into any other. Whenever I have, some man says, 'That girl in your front office is a thief. " J The restraint she put upon herself, the air of disdain which at all times she had found the most convenient defence, fell from her. "It's not fair!" she cried; "it's not fair." To her mortification, the tears of self-pity sprang to her eyes, and as she fiercely tried to brush them away, to her greater anger, continued to creep down her cheeks. "It was nine years ago," she protested; "I was a child. I've been punished enough." She raised her face frankly to his, speaking swiftly, bitterly. "Of course, I want to get away!" she cried. "Of course, I want friends. I've never had a friend. I've always been alone. I'm tired, 136 VERA, THE MEDIUM tired! I hate this business. I never know how much I hate it until the chance comes to get away and I can't." She stopped, but without lowering her head or moving her eyes from his. "This time," said the man quietly, "you're going to get away from it." "I can't," repeated the girl. "You can't help me!" Winthrop smiled at her confidently. "I'm going to try," he said. "No, please!" begged the girl. Her voice was still shaken with tears. She motioned with her head toward the room behind her. "These are my people," she declared de fiantly, as though daring him to contradict her. "And they are good people! They've tried to be good friends to me; and they've been true to me." Winthrop came toward her and stood be side her; so close that he could have placed his hand upon her shoulder. He wondered, 137 VERA, THE MEDIUM whimsically, if she knew how cruel she seemed in appealing with her tears, her helplessness and loveliness to what was generous and chivalric in him; and, at the same time, by her words, treating him as an interloper and an enemy. "That's all right," he said gently. "But that doesn't prevent my being a good friend to you, too, does it? Or," he added, his voice growing tense and conscious "my being true to you? My sisters will be here to-morrow," he announced briskly. Vera had wearily dropped her arms upon the table and lowered her head upon them. From a place down in the depths, she mur mured a protest. "No," contradicted Winthrop cheerfully, "this time you are going to win. You'll have back of you, if I do say it, two of the best women God ever made. Only, now, you must do as I say." There was a pause. "Will you?" he begged. 138 VERA, THE MEDIUM Vera raised her head slowly, holding her hand across her eyes. There was a longer silence, and then she looked up at him and smiled, pathetically, gratefully, and nodded. "Good!" cried Winthrop. "No more spooks," he laughed, "no more spirit rap- pings." Through her tears Vera smiled up at him a wan, broken smile. She gave a shudder of distaste. "Never!" she whispered, "I promise." Their eyes met; the girl's look ing into his shyly, gratefully; the man's searching hers eagerly. And suddenly they saw each other with a new and wonderful sympathy and understanding. Winthrop felt himself bending toward her. He was conscious that the room had grown dark, and that he could see only her eyes. "You must be just yourself," he commanded, but so gently, so tenderly, that, though he did not know it, each word carried with it the touch of a caress, "just your sweet, fine, noble self!" 139 VERA, THE MEDIUM Something he read in the girl's uplifted eyes made him draw back with a shock of wonder, of delight, with an upbraiding con science. To pull himself together, he glanced quickly about him. The day had really grown dark. He felt a sudden desire to get away; to go where he could ask himself what had happened, what it was that had filled this unknown, tawdry room with beauty and given it the happiness of a home. "By Jove!" he exclaimed nervously, "I had no idea I'd stayed so long. You'll not let me come again. Good-by until to morrow." He turned, holding out his hand and found that again the girl had dropped her face upon her arm, and was sobumg quietly, gently. "Oh, what is it?" cried Winthrop. "What have I said?" The catch in the girl's voice as she tried to check the sobs, wrenched his heart. "Oh, please," he begged; "I've said something wrong? I've hurt you?" With 140 Suddenly they saw each other with a new and wonderful sympathy. VERA, THE MEDIUM her face still hidden in her arms, the girl shook her head. "No, no!" she sobbed. Her voice, soft with tears, was a melody of sweet and tender tones. "It's only that I've been so lonely and you've made me happy, happy!" The sobs broke out afresh, but Winthrop, now knowing that they brought to the girl peace, was no longer filled with dismay. Her head was bent upon her left arm, her right hand lightly clasped the edge of the table. With the intention of saying fare well, Winthrop took her hand in his. The girl did not move. To his presence she seemed utterly oblivious. In the gathering dusk, he could see the bent figure, could hear the soft, irregular breathing as the girl wept gently, happily; like a child sobbing itself to sleep. The hand he held in his, neither re pelled nor invited, and for an instant he stood motionless, holding it uncertainly. It was 141 VERA, THE MEDIUM so delicate, so helpless, so appealing, so al together lovable. It seemed to reach up, and, with warm, clinging fingers, clutch the tendrils of his heart. Winthrop bent his head suddenly, and lifting the hand, kissed it; and then, without again speaking, walked quickly into the hall and shut the door. In the room the dusk deepened. Through the open windows came the roar of the Sixth Avenue Elevated, the insistent clamor of an electric hansom, the murmur of Broadway at night. The tears had suddenly ceased, but the girl had not moved. At last, slowly, stiffly, she raised her head. Her eyes, filled with wonder, with amazement, were fixed upon her hand. She glanced cautiously about her. Assured she was alone, with her other hand she lifted the one Winthrop had kissed and held it pressed against her lips. The folding doors were thrown open, let ting in a flood of light, and Mabel Vance 142 VERA, THE MEDIUM entering swiftly, knelt at the table and bent her head close to Vera. "That woman's in the hall," she whis pered, "that niece of Hallowell's. Paul and Mannie can't get rid of her. Now she's got hold of Winthrop. She says she mil see you. Be careful!" Vera rose. That Mabel might not see she had been weeping, she walked to the piano, covertly drying her eyes. "What," she asked dully, "does she want with me?" "About to-night," answered Mabel. She exclaimed fiercely, "I told them there'd be trouble!" With Vance upon her heels, Helen Coates came in quickly from the hall. Her face was flushed, her eyes lit with indignation and excitement. In her hand she held an open letter. As though to protect Vera, both Vance and his wife moved between her and their visitor, 143 VERA, THE MEDIUM but, disregarding them, Miss Coates at once singled out the girl as her opponent. " You are the young woman they call Vera, I believe," she said. "I have a note here from Mr. Hallowell telling me you are giving a stance to-night at his house. That you propose to exhibit the spirit of my mother. That is an insult to the memory of my mother and to me. And I warn you, if you attempt such a thing, I will prevent it." There was a pause. When Vera spoke it was in the tone of every-day politeness. Her voice was even and steady. "You have been misinformed," she said. "There will be no stance to-night." Vance turned to Vera, and, in a voice lower than her own, but sufficiently loud to include Miss Coates, said: "I don't think we told you that Mr. Hallowell himself insists that this lady and her friends be present." "Her presence makes no difference," said Vera quietly. "There will be no stance to- 144 VERA, THE MEDIUM night. I will tell you about it later, Paul," she added. She started toward the door, but Miss Coates moved as though to intercept her. "If you think," she cried eagerly, "you can give a seance to Mr. Hallowell without my knowing it, you are mistaken." Vera paused, and made a slight inclination of her head. "That was not my idea," she said. She looked appealingly to Vance. "Is that not enough, Paul?" she asked. "Quite enough!" exclaimed the man. He turned to the visitor and made a curt move ment of the hand toward the open door. "There mil be a seance to-night," he de clared. "At Mr. HallowelPs. If you wish to protest against it, you can do so there. This is my house. If you have finished " He repeated the gesture toward the open door. "I have not finished," said Miss Coates 145 VERA, THE MEDIUM sharply; "and if you take my advice, you will follow her example." With a nod of the head she signified Vera. "When she sees she's in danger, she knows enough to stop. This is not a question of a few medium's tricks, ' ' she cried, contemptuously. ' ' I know all that you planned to do, and I intend that to-morrow every one in New York shall know it too." Like a cloak Vera's self-possession fell from her. In alarm she moved forward. "What do you mean?" she demanded. "I have had you people followed pretty closely," said Miss Coates. Her tone was assured. She was confident that of those before her, she was the master, and that of that fact they were aware. "I know," she went on, "just how you tried to impose upon my uncle how you tried to rob me, and to-night I have invited the reporters to my house to give them the facts." 146 VERA, THE MEDIUM With a cry Vera ran to her. "No!" she begged, "you won't do that. You must not do that!" "Let her talk ! ' ' growled Vance. "Let her talk! She's funny." " No ! " commanded Vera. Her voice rang with the distress. "She cannot do that!" She turned to Miss Coates. "We haven't hurt you," she pleaded; "we haven't taken your money. I promise you," she cried, "we will never see Mr. Hallowell again. I beg of you " Vance indignantly caught her by the arm and drew her back. " You don't beg nothing of her!" he cried. "I do," Vera answered wildly. She caught Vance's hand in both of hers. "I have a chance, Paul," she entreated; "don't force me through it again. I can't stand the shame of it again." Once more she appealed to the visitor. "Don't!" she begged. "Don't shame me." 147 VERA, THE MEDIUM But the eyes of the older girl, blind to everything save what, as she saw it, was her duty, showed no consideration. Vera's hands, trembling on his arm, drove Vance to deeper anger. He turned savagely upon Miss Coates. "You haven't lost anything, yet, have you?" he demanded. "She hasn't hurt you, has she? If it's revenge you want," he cried insolently, "why don't you throw vitriol on the girl?" "Revenge!" exclaimed Miss Coates indig nantly. "It is my duty. My public duty. I'm not alone in this; I am acting with the District Attorney. It is our duty." She turned suddenly and called, "Mr. Winthrop, Mr. Winthrop!" For the first time Vera saw, under the gas jet, at the farther end of the hall, the figures of Mannie and Winthrop. "No, no!" she protested; "I beg of you," she cried hysterically; "I've got a chance. 148 VERA, THE MEDIUM If you print this thing to-morrow, I'll never have a chance again. Don't take it away from me." Impulsively her arms reached out in an eager final appeal. "I'm down," she said simply, "give me a chance to get up." When Miss Coates came to give battle to the Vances, she foresaw the interview might be unpleasant. It was proving even more unpleasant than she had expected, but her duty seemed none the less obvious. "You should have thought of that," she said, "before you were found out." For an instant Vera stood motionless, staring, unconsciously holding the attitude of appeal. But when, by these last words, she recognized that her humiliation could go no further, with an inarticulate exclamation she turned away. "The public has the right to know," de clared Miss Coates, "the sort of people you are. I have the record of each of you " From the hall Winthrop had entered 149 VERA, THE MEDIUM quickly, but, disregarding him, Vance broke in upon the speaker, savagely, defiantly. "Print 'em, then!" he shouted; "Print 'em!" "I mean to;" declared Miss Coates; "yours, and hers, she " Winthrop placed himself in front of her, shutting her off from the others. He spoke in an earnest whisper: "Don't!" he begged. "She has asked for a chance. Give her a chance." Miss Coates scorned to speak in whispers. "She has had a chance," she protested loudly. "She's had a chance for nine years; and she's chosen to be a charlatan and a cheat, and " The angry woman hesitated, and then flung the word "and a thief!" In the silence that followed no one turned toward Vera; but as it continued unbroken each raised his eyes and looked at her. They saw her drawn to her full height; the color flown from her face, her deep, brood- 150 VERA, THE MEDIUM ing eyes, flashing. She was like one, by some religious fervor, lifted out of herself, exalted. When she spoke her voice was low, tense. It vibrated with tremendous, wondering indig nation. ' ' Do you know who I am? " she asked. She spoke like one in a trance. "Do you know who you are threatening with your police and your laws? I am a priestess! I am a me dium between the souls of this world and the next. I am Vera the Truth! And, I mean " the girl cried suddenly, harshly, flinging out her arm, "that you shall hear the truth! To-night I will bring your mother from the grave to speak it to you!" With a swift, sweeping gesture, she pointed to the door. " Take those people away ! ' ' she cried. The eyes of Winthrop were filled with pity. "Vera!" he said, "Vera!" For an instant, against the tenderness and reproach in his voice the girl held herself 151 VERA, THE MEDIUM motionless; and then, falling upon the shoulder of Mrs. Vance, burst into girlish, heart-broken tears. "Take them away," she sobbed; "take them away!" Mannie Day and Vance closed in upon the visitors, and motioning them before them, drove them from the room. 152 PART III HT^HE departure of the District Attorney - and Miss Coates, left Vera free to con sider how serious, if she carried out her threat, the consequences might be. But of this chance she did not avail herself. In stead, with nervous zeal she began to prepare for her masquerade. It was as though her promise to Winthrop to abandon her old friends had filled her with remorse, and that she now, by an extravagance of loyalty, was endeavoring to make amends. At nine o'clock, with the Vances, she ar rived at the house of Mr. Hallowell. Already, to the same place, a wagon had carried the cabinet, a parlor organ, and a dozen of those camp-chairs that are associated with house weddings and funerals; and while, in the library Vance and Mannie arranged these to 153 VERA, THE MEDIUM their liking, on the third floor, Vera, with Mrs. Vance, waited for that moment to ar rive when Vance considered her entrance would be the most effective. This entrance was to be made through the doorway that opened from the hall on the second story into the library. To the right of this door, in an angle of two walls, was the cabinet, and on the left, the first of the camp-chairs. These had been placed in a semicircle that stretched across the room, and ended at the parlor organ. The door from Mr. HallowelFs bedroom opened di rectly upon the semicircle at the point most distant from the cabinet. In the centre of the semicircle Vance had placed the invalid's arm-chair. Vance, in his manner, as professional and undisturbed as a photographer focussing his camera and arranging his screens was ex plaining to Judge Gaylor the setting of his stage. The judge was an unwilling audience. 154 VERA, THE MEDIUM Unlike the showman, for him the occasion held only terrors. He was driven by mis givings, swept by sudden panics. He scowled at the cabinet, intruding upon the privacy of the room where for years, without the aid of .accessories, by his brains alone, he had brought Mr. Hallowell almost to the point of abject submission to his wishes. He turned upon Vance with bitter self-disgust. "So, I've got down as low as this, have I?" he demanded. Vance heard him, undisturbed. "I must ask you," he said, briskly, "to help me keep the people just as I seat them. They will be in this half-circle facing the cabinet and holding hands. Those we know are against us," he explained, "will have one of my friends, Professor Strombergk, or Mrs. Marsh, or my wife, on each side of him. If there should be any attempt to rush the cab inet we must get there first. I will be out side the cabinet working the rappings, the 155 VERA, THE MEDIUM floating music, and the astral bodies." At the sight of the expression these words brought to the face of Gaylor, Vance per mitted himself the shadow of a smile. "I can take care of myself," he went on, "but remember Vera must not be caught outside the cabinet! When the lights go up, she must be found with the ropes still tied." Gaylor turned from him with an exclama tion of disgust. "Pah!" he muttered; "It's a hell of a business!" Vance continued unmoved. "And, an other thing," he said, "about these lights; this switch throws them all off, doesn't it?" He pressed a button on the left of the door, and the electric lights in the walls and under a green shade on the library table faded and disappeared, leaving the room, save for the light from the hall, in darkness. "That's the way we want it," said the showman. 156 VERA, THE MEDIUM From the hall Mannie appeared between the curtains that hung across the doorway. "What are you doing with the lights?" he demanded. "You want to break my neck? All our people are downstairs/' he announced. Vance turned on the lights. At the same moment Rainey came from the bedroom into the library. It was evident that to sustain his courage he had been drinking. He made no effort to greet those in the room, but stood, glaring resentfully at the cabinet and the row of chairs. "Well," exclaimed Vance cheerfully, "if our folks are all here, we're all right." Glancing behind him, Mannie took Vance by the sleeve, and led him to the centre of the room. "No, we're not all right," said the boy; "that Miss Coates has brought a friend with her. She says Hallowell told her she could bring a friend. She says this young fellow is her friend. I think he's a Pink!" 157 VERA, THE MEDIUM "What nonsense," exclaimed Gaylor in alarm. "No detective would force his way into this house." "She says," continued Mannie, disregarding Gaylor, and still addressing Vance, "'he's a seeker after the Truth/ I'll bet," declared the boy, violently, "he's a seeker after the truth!" Garrett came hastily and noiselessly into the room. He nodded toward Mannie. "Has he told you?" he asked. "Yes," Gaylor answered, "who is he?" "The reporter who was here this morn ing," Garrett returned. "The one who threatened " "That'll do," commanded Gaylor. In the face of this new complication he again be came himself. Suavely and politely he turned to Vance: "Will you and your friend join Miss Vera," he asked, "and tell her that we begin in a few minutes?" For the first time, aggressively and of fensively Rainey broke his silence. 158 VERA, THE MEDIUM "No, we won't begin in a few minutes," he announced, "not by a damned sight!" The explosion was so unexpected that, for an instant, while the eyes of all were fixed in astonishment upon the speaker, there was, complete silence. Gaylor, still suave, still polite, looked toward Vance, and motioned him to the door. "Will you kindly do as I ask?" he said. With Mannie at his side, Vance walked quickly from the room. Once in the hall, the boy laid a detaining hand upon the arm of the older man. "If you'll take my advice; which you won't," he said, "we'll all cut and run now, while we got the chance!" In the library, Gaylor turned savagely upon his fellow-conspirator. "Well!" he demanded. Rainey frowned at him sulkily. "I wash my hands of the whole thing!" he cried. Gaylor dropped his voice to a whisper. 159 VERA, THE MEDIUM "What are you afraid of now? " he demanded. "If you're not afraid of a district attorney, why are you afraid of a reporter?" "I'm not afraid of anybody," returned Rainey, thickly. "But, I don't mean to be a party to no murder!" He paused, shaking his head portentously. "That man in there," he whispered, nodding toward the bedroom, "is in no condition to go through this. After that shock this morning, and last night it'll kill him. His heart's rotten, I tell you, rot ten!" Garrett snarled contemptuously. "How do you know?" he demanded. "How do I know?" returned Rainey, fiercely; "I was four years in a medical col lege, when you were in jail, you " ' ' Stop that ! ' ' cried Gaylor. Glancing fear fully toward the open door, he interposed between them. "Don't take my advice, then," cried Rainey. "Goon! Kill him! And he won't 160 VERA, THE MEDIUM sign your will. Only, don't say I didn't tell you." "Have you told him?" demanded Gaylor. "Yes," Rainey answered stoutly. "Told him if he didn't stop this, he wouldn't live till morning." "Are we forcing him to do this?" demanded Gaylor. "No! he's forcing it on us. My God!" he exclaimed, "do you think I want this farce? You say, yourself, you told him it would kill him, and he will go on with it. Then why do you blame us? Can we help ourselves?" The butler had distinguished the sounds of footsteps in the hall. He fell hastily to re arranging the camp-chairs. "Hush! "he warned. "Lookout!" Gay lor and Rainey had but time to move apart, when Winthrop entered. He regarded the three men with a smile of understanding. "I beg pardon," he exclaimed, "I am in terrupting?" 161 VERA, THE MEDIUM Gaylor greeted him with exaggerated heartiness. ' ' Ah, it is Mr. Winthrop ! " he cried . " Have you come to help us find out the truth this evening?" "I certainly hope not!" said Winthrop brusquely. "I know the truth about too many people already." He turned to Garret t who, unobtrusively, was endeavoring to make his escape. "I want to see Miss Vera," he said. "Miss Vera," interposed Gaylor, "I'm afraid that's not possible. She especially asked not to be disturbed before the seance. I'm sorry." Winthrop's manner became suspiciously polite. ' ' Yes? " he inquired. ' { Well, nevertheless, I think I'll ask her. Tell Miss Vera, please," he said to Garrett, "that Mr. Winthrop would like a word with her, here," with significance he added, "in private." 162 VERA, THE MEDIUM In offended dignity, Judge Gaylor moved toward the door. "Dr. Rainey," he said, stiffly, "will you please inform Mr. Hallowell that his guests are now here, and that I have gone to bring them upstairs." "Yes, but you won't bring them upstairs, please," said Winthrop, "until you hear from me." Gaylor flushed with anger and for a mo ment appeared upon the point of mutiny. Then, as though refusing to consider himself responsible for the manners of the younger man, he shrugged his shoulders and left the room. With even less of consideration than he had shown to Judge Gaylor, Winthrop turned upon Rainey. "How's your patient?" he asked, shortly. Rainey was sufficiently influenced by the liquor he had taken to dare to resent Win throp 's peremptory tone. His own in reply was designedly offensive. 163 VERA, THE MEDIUM "My patient?" he inquired. "Mr. Hallowell," snapped Winthrop, "he's sick, isn't he?" "Oh, I don't know," returned the Doctor. "You don't know?" demanded Winthrop. "Well, / know. I know if he goes through this thing to-night, he'll have another col lapse. I saw one this morning. Why don't you forbid it? You're his medical adviser, aren't you?" Rainey remained sullenly silent. "Answer me!" insisted the District At torney. "You are, aren't you?" "I am," at last declared Rainey. "Well, then," commanded Winthrop, "tell him to stop this. Tell him / advise it." Through his glasses Rainey blinked vio lently at the District Attorney, and laughed. "I didn't know," he said, "that you were a medical man." Winthrop looked at the Doctor so steadily, and for so long a time, that the eyes of the 164 VERA, THE MEDIUM young man sought the floor and the ceiling; and his sneer changed to an expression of discomfort. "I am not," said Winthrop. "I am the District Attorney of New York." His tones were cold, precise; they fell upon the super heated brain of Dr. Rainey like drops from an icicle. "When I took over that office," continued Winthrop, "I found a complaint against two medical students, a failure to report the death of an old man in a private sanitarium." Winthrop lowered his eyes, and became deeply absorbed in the toe of his boot. "I haven't looked into the papers, yet," he said. Rainey, swaying slightly, jerked open the door of the bedroom. "I'll tell him," he panted, thickly. "I'll tell him to do as you say." "Thank you, I wish you would," said Win throp. At the same moment, from the hall, Gar- 165 VERA, THE MEDIUM rett announced, "Mrs. Vance, sir." And Ma bel Vance, tremulous and frightened, entered the room. Winthrop approached her eagerly. "Ah! Mrs. Vance," he exclaimed, "can I see Miss Vera?" Embarrassed and unhappy, Mrs. Vance moved restlessly from foot to foot, and shook her head. "Please, Mr. District Attorney," she begged, "I'm afraid not. This afternoon upset her so. And she's so nervous and queer, that the Pro fessor thinks she shouldn't see nobody." Winthrop nodded comprehendingly. "The Professor? " he commented. His voice was considerate, conciliatory. "Now, Mrs. Vance," he said, "I've known Miss Vera ever since she was a little girl, known her longer than you have, and, I'm her friend, and you're her friend, and " "I am," protested Mabel Vance, tearfully, "Indeed I am!" 166 VERA, THE MEDIUM "I know you are," Winthrop interrupted hastily. "You've been more than a friend to her, you've been a sister, mother, and you don't want any trouble to come to her, do you?" "I don't," cried the woman. "Oh!" she exclaimed miserably, "I told them there'd be trouble!" Winthrop laughed reassuringly. "Well, there won't be any trouble," he de clared, "if / can help it. And if you want to help her, help me. Persuade her to let me talk to her. Don't mind what the Pro fessor says." "I will," declared Mrs. Vance with deter mination, "I will." She started eagerly toward the hall, and then paused and re turned. Her hands were clasped ; her round, baby eyes, wet with tears, were fixed upon Winthrop appealingly. "Oh, please," she pleaded, "you're not going to hurt him, are you? Paul, my hus- 167 VERA, THE MEDIUM band," she explained; "he's been such a good husband to me." Winthrop laughed uneasily. "Why, that'll be all right," he protested. "He doesn't mean any harm," insisted Mrs. Vance, "he's on the level, true, he is!" "Why, of course, of course," Winthrop as sented. Unsatisfied, Mrs. Vance burst into tears. "It's this spirit business that makes the trouble!" she cried. "I tell them to cut it out. Now, the mind reading at the theatre," she sobbed, "there's no harm in that, is there? And there's twice the money in it. But this ghost raising " she raised her eyes, appealingly, as though begging to be con tradicted, "it's sure to get him into trouble, isn't it?" Winthrop shook his head, and smiled. "It may," he said. Mrs. Vance broke into a fresh outburst of tears. "I knew it," she 168 VERA, THE MEDIUM cried, "I knew it." Winthrop placed his hand upon her arm and turned her in the direction of the door. "Don't worry," he said, soothingly. "Go send Miss Vera here. And " he called after her, "don't worry." As Mabel departed upon his errand, Rainey reentered from the bedroom. He carefully closed the door and halted with his hand upon the knob, and shook his head. "It's no use," he said, "he will go on with it. It's not my fault," he whined, "I told him it would kill him. I couldn't make it any stronger than that, could I?" Rainey was not looking at Winthrop, but, as though fearful of interruption, toward the door. His eyes were harassed, furtive, filled with miserable indecision. Many times be fore Winthrop had seen men in such a state. He knew that for the sufferer it foretold a physical break-down, or, that he would seek relief in full confession. To give the man 169 VERA, THE MEDIUM confidence, he abandoned his attitude of sus picion. "That certainly would be strong enough for me," he said, cheerfully. "Did you tell him what I advised?" "Yes, yes," muttered Rainey, impatiently. "He said you were invited here to give ad vice to his niece, not to him." For the first time his eyes met those of Winthrop's boldly. The District Attorney recognized that the man had taken his fears by the throat, and had arrived at his decision. "See here," exclaimed Rainey; "could I give you some information?" "I'm sure you could," returned Winthrop briskly. "Give it to me now." But Rainey, glancing toward the door, shrank back. Winthrop, following the di rection of his eyes, saw Vera. Impatiently he waved Rainey away. "At the office, to-morrow morning," he commanded. 170 VERA, THE MEDIUM With a sigh of relief at the reprieve, Rainey slipped back into the bedroom. Winthrop had persuaded himself that in seeking to speak with Vera, he was making only a natural choice between preventing the girl from perpetrating a fraud, or, later, for that fraud, holding her to account. But when she actually stood before him, he recog nized how absurdly he had deceived himself. At the mere physical sight of her, there came to him a swift relief, a thrill of peace and deep content; and with delighted certainty he knew that what Vera might do or might not do concerned him not at all, that for him all that counted was the girl herself. With something of this showing in his face, he came eagerly toward her. "Vera!" he exclaimed. In the word there was delight, wonder, tenderness ; but, if the girl recognized this she concealed her knowledge. Instead, her eyes looked into his, frankly; her manner was that of open friendliness. 171 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Mabel tells me you want to talk to me," she said evenly, "but, I don't want you to. 7 have something I want to say to you. I could have written it, but this " For an in stant the girl paused, with her lips pressed together. When she spoke, her voice carried the firmness and finality of one delivering a verdict, "but this," she repeated, "is the last time you shall hear from me, or see me again." Winthrop gave an exclamation of impa tience, of indignation. "No," returned the girl, "it is quite final. Maybe you will not want to see me, but " Winthrop again sharply interrupted her. His voice was filled with reproach. "Vera!" he protested. "Well," said the girl more gently, "I'm glad to think you do, but this is the last, and before I go, I " "Go!" demanded Winthrop, roughly. "Where?" 172 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Before I go," continued the girl, "I want to tell you how much you have helped me I want to thank you " "You haven't let me thank you," broke in Winthrop, "and, now, you pretend this is our last meeting. It's absurd!" "It is our last meeting," replied the girl. Of the two, for the moment, she was the older, the more contained. "On the contrary/' contradicted the man. He spoke sharply, in a tone he tried to make as determined as her own. "Our next meet ing will be in ten minutes at my sister's. I have told her about this afternoon, and about you; and she wants very much to meet you. She has sent her car for you. It's waiting in front of the house. Now," he commanded, masterfully, "you come with me, and get in it, and leave all this " he gave an angry, contemptuous wave of the hand toward the cabinet, "behind you, as," he added earn estly, "you promised me you would." 173 VERA, THE MEDIUM As though closing from sight the possi bility he suggested, the girl shut her eyes quickly, and then opened them again to meet his. "I can't leave these things behind me," she said quietly. "I told you so this after noon. For a moment, you made me think I could, and I did promise. I didn't need to promise. It's what I've prayed for. Then, you saw what happened, you saw I was right. Within five minutes that woman came " "That woman had a motive," protested Winthrop. "That woman," continued the girl pa tiently, "or some other woman. What does it matter? In five minutes, or five days, some one would have told." She leaned toward him anxiously. "I'm not complain ing," she said; "it's my own fault. It's the life I've chosen." She hesitated, and then as though determined to carry out a programme she had already laid down for herself, con- 174 VERA, THE MEDIUM tinued rapidly, "and what I want to tell you, is, that what's best in that life I owe to you." "Vera!" cried the man sharply. "Listen!" said the girl. Her eyes were alight, eager. She spoke frankly, proudly, without embarrassment, without fear of being misconstrued, as a man might speak to a man. "I'd be ungrateful, I'd be a coward," said the girl, "if I went away and didn't tell you. For ten years I've been counting on you. I made you a sort of standard. I said, as long as he keeps to his ideals, I'm going to keep to mine. Maybe you think my ideals have not been very high, but anyway you've made it easy for me. Because I'm in this business, because I'm good looking enough, certain men " the voice of the girl grew hard and cool; "have done me the honor to insult me, and it was knowing you, and that there are others like you, that helped me not to care." The girl paused. She raised her eyes to his 175 VERA, THE MEDIUM frankly. The look in them was one of pride in him, of loyalty, of affection. "And now, since Fve met you," she went on, "I find you're just as I imagined you'd be, just as I'd hoped you'd be." She reached out her hand warningly, appealingly. "And I don't want you to change, to let down, to grow discouraged. You can't tell how many more people are counting on you." She hesitated, and, as though at last conscious of her own boldness, flushed deprecatingly, like one asking pardon. "You men in high places," she stammered "you're like light-houses showing the way. You don't know how many people you are helping. You can't see them. You can't tell how many boats are following your light, but if your light goes out, they are wrecked." She gave a sigh of relief. "That's what I wanted to tell you," she said; "and, so thank you." She held out her hand. "And, good-by." Winthrop's answer was to clasp her hand 176 VERA, THE MEDIUM quickly in both of his, and draw her toward him. "Vera," he begged, "come with me now!" The girl withdrew her hand and moved away from him, frowning. "No," she said, "no, you do not want to understand. I have my work to do to-night." Winthrop gave an exclamation of anger. "You don't mean to tell me," he cried, "that you're going on with this?" "Yes," she said. And then in sudden alarm cried: "But not if you're here! I'll fail if you're here. Promise me, you will not be here." "Indeed," cried the man indignantly, "I will not! But I'll be downstairs when you need me. And," he added, warningly, "you'll need me." "No," said the girl. "No matter what happens, I tell you between us, this is the end." "Then," begged the man, "if this is the 177 VERA, THE MEDIUM end, for God's sake, Vera, as my last request, do not do it!" The girl shook her head. "No," she re peated firmly. "I've tried to get away from it, and each time they've forced me back. Now, I'll go on with it. I've promised Paul, and the others. And you heard me promise that woman." "But you didn't mean that!" protested the man. "She insulted you, you were an gry. You're angry now, piqued " "Mr. Winthrop," interrupted the girl, "to day you told me I was not playing the game. You told the truth. When you said this was a mean business, you were right. But," for the first time since she had spoken her tones were shaken, uncertain; "I've been driven out of every other business." She waited until her voice was again under control, and then said slowly, definitely, "and, to-night, I am going to show Mr. Hallowell the spirit of his sister." 178 VERA, THE MEDIUM In the eyes of Winthrop the look of pain, of disappointment, of reproach, was so keen, that the girl turned her own away. "No," said the man gently, "you will not do that." "You can stop my doing it to-night," re turned the girl, "but at some other time, at some other place, I will do it." "You, yourself will stop it," said Win throp. "You are too honest, too fine, to act such a lie. Why not be yourself?" he begged, "why not disappoint these other people who do not know you? Why disap point the man who knows you best, who trusts you, who believes in you " "You are the very one," interrupted the girl, "who doesn't know me. I am not fine, I am not honest. I am a charlatan and a cheat; I am all that woman called me. And that is why you can't know me. That's why, I told you, if you did, you would be sorry." 179 VERA, THE MEDIUM "I am not sorry/' said Winthrop. "You will be," returned the girl, "before the night is over." "On the contrary," answered the man quietly, "I shall wait here to congratulate you on your failure." "I shall not fail," said the girl. Avoiding his eyes, she turned from him, and, for a moment stood gazing before her miserably. Her lips were trembling, her eyes moist with rising tears. Then she faced him, her head raised defiantly. "I have been hounded out of every decent way of living," she protested hysterically. "I can make thousands of dollars to-night," she cried, "out of this one." Winthrop looked straight into her eyes. His own were pleading, full of tenderness and pity; so eloquent with meaning that those of the girl's fell before them. "That is no answer," said the man. "You know it's not. I tell you you will fail." 180 VERA, THE MEDIUM From the hall Judge Gaylor entered noisily. Instinctively the man and girl moved nearer together; and upon the intruder Winthrop turned angrily. "Well?" he demanded, sharply. "I thought you had finished your talk," protested the Judge. "Mr. Hallowell is anxious to begin." Winthrop turned and looked at Vera stead ily. For an instant the eyes of the girl faltered, and then she returned his glance with one as resolute as his own. As .though ac cepting her verdict as final, Winthrop walked quickly to the door. "I shall be downstairs," he said, "when this is over, let me know." Gaylor struggled to conceal his surprise and satisfaction. "You won't be here for the seance?" he exclaimed. "Certainly not " cried Winthrop. "I" He broke off suddenly. Without again look ing toward Vera, or trying to hide his dis pleasure, he left the room. 181 VERA, THE MEDIUM Gaylor turned to the girl. He was smiling with relief. "Excellent!" he muttered. "Excellent! What was he saying to you," he asked, eagerly, "as I came in that you would fail?" The girl moved past him to the door. "Yes," she answered dully. "But you will not!" cried the man. "We're all counting on you, you know. 'Destroy the old will. Sign the new will." he quoted. He came close to her and whispered: "That means thousands of dol lars to you and Vance," he urged. The girl turned and regarded him with unhappy, angry eyes. "You need not be frightened," she an swered. For the man before her and for her self, her voice was bitter with contempt and self-accusation. "Mr. Winthrop is mistaken. He does not know me," she said miserably. "I shall not fail." 182 VERA, THE MEDIUM For a moment, after she had left him, Gaylor stood motionless, his eyes filled with concern, and then, with a shrug, as though accepting either good or evil fortune, he called from the bedroom Mr. Hallowell, and from the floor below the guests of Hallowell, and of Vance. As Hallowell, supported by Rainey, sank into the invalid's chair in the centre of the semicircle, Gaylor made his final appeal. "Stephen," he begged; "are you sure you're feeling strong enough? Won't some other night " The old man interrupted him, querulously. "No, now! I want it over," he commanded. "Who knows," he complained, "how soon it may be before " The sight of Mannie entering the room with Vance caused him to interrupt himself abruptly. He greeted the showman with a curt nod. "And who is this?" he demanded. 183 VERA, THE MEDIUM Mannie, to whom a living millionaire was much more of a disturbing spectacle than the ghost of Alexander the Great, retreated hastily behind Vance. "He is my assistant," Vance explained. "He furnishes the music." He pushed Man nie toward the organ. ' ' Music ! " growled Hallowell. f ' Must there be music?" "It is indispensable," protested Vance. "Music, sir, is one of the strongest psychic influences. It " "Nonsense!" cried Hallowell. "Tricks," he muttered; "tricks!" Vance shrugged his shoulders, and smiled in deprecation. "I am sorry to find you in a sceptical mood, Mr. Hallowell," he mur mured reprovingly. "It will hardly help to produce good results. Allow me," he begged "to present two true believers." With a wave of the hand he beckoned for ward a stout, gray-haired woman with bulg- 184 VERA, THE MEDIUM ing, near-sighted eyes that rolled meaning- lessly behind heavy gold spectacles. "Mrs. Marsh, of Lynn, Massachusetts," proclaimed Vance, "of whom you have heard. Mrs. Marsh," he added, "is probably the first medium in America. The results she has obtained are quite wonderful. She alone foretold the San Francisco earthquake, and the run on the Long Acre Square Bank." "I am glad to know you," said Mr. Hal- lowell. "Pardon my not rising." The old lady curtesied obsequiously. "Oh, certainly, Mr. Hallowell," she pro tested. "Mr. Hallowell," she went on, roll ing the name delightedly on her tongue, "I need not tell you how greatly we spiritualists rejoice over your joining the ranks of the be lievers." Hallowell nodded. He was not altogether unimpressed. "Thanks," he commented dryly. "But I am not quite there yet, madam." 185 VERA, THE MEDIUM "We hope," said Vance, sententiously, "to convince Mr. Hallowell to-night." "And I am sure, Mr. Hallowell," cried the old lady, "if any one can do it, little Miss Vera can. Hers is a wonderful gift, sir, a wonderful gift!" "I am glad to hear you say so," returned Hallowell. He nodded to her in dismissal, and turned to the next visitor. "And this gentleman?" he asked. "Professor Strombergk," announced Vance "the distinguished writer on psychic and occult subjects, editor of The World Be yond." A tall, full-bearded German, in a too-short frock-coat, bowed awkwardly. Upon him, as upon Mannie had fallen the spell of the Hallowell fortune. He, who chatted famil iarly with departed popes and emperors, who daily was in communication with Goethe, Caesar and Epictetus, thrilled with embarrass- 186 Professor Strombergk," announced Vance. VERA, THE MEDIUM ment before the man who had made millions from a coupling-pin. "And Helen!" Mr. Hallowell cried, as Miss Coates followed the Professor. "That is all, is it not?" he asked. Miss Coates moved aside to disclose the person of the reporter from the Republic, Homer Lee. "I have taken you at your word, uncle," she said; "and have brought a friend with me." In some trepidation she added: "He is Mr. Lee, a reporter from the Re public." "A reporter!" exclaimed Mr. Hallowell. Disturbed and yet amused at the audacity of his niece, he shook his head reprovingly. "I don't think I meant reporters," he re monstrated. "You said in your note," returned his niece, "that as I had so much at stake, I could bring any one I pleased, and the less he believed in spiritualism, the better. Mr. 187 VERA, THE MEDIUM Lee," she added dryly, "believes even less than I do." "Then it will be all the more of a triumph, if we convince him," declared Hallowell. "Understand, young man," he proclaimed loudly, "I am not a spiritualist. I am merely conducting an investigation. I want the truth. If you, or my niece, detect any fraud to-night, I want to know it." In cluding in his speech the others in the room, he glared suspiciously in turn at each. "Keep your eyes open," he ordered, "you will be serving me quite as much as you will Miss Coates." Miss Coates and Lee thanked him, and recognizing themselves as the opposition, and, in the minority, withdrew for consulta tion into a corner of the bay-window. Vance approached Mr. Hallowell. "If you are ready," he said, "we will ex amine the cabinet. Shall I wheel it over here, or will you look at it where it is? " 188 VERA, THE MEDIUM "If it is to be in that corner during the seance," declared Mr. Hallowell, 'Til look at it where it is." As he struggled from his chair, he turned to Mrs. Marsh, and nodded his head know ingly. "You see, Mrs. Marsh," he said, "I am taking no chances." "That is quite right, Mr. Hallowell," purred the old lady. "If there be any doubt in your mind, you must get rid of it, or we will have no results." With a dramatic gesture, Vance swept aside from the opening in the cabinet the black velvet curtain. "It's a simple affair," he said indifferently. "As you see, it's open at the top and bottom. The medium sits inside on that chair, bound hand and foot." In turn, Mr. Hallowell, Mrs. Marsh, Gay- lor, Rainey, Professor Strombergk entered the cabinet. With their knuckles they beat upon its sides. They moved it to and fro. They dropped to their knees, and with their 189 VERA, THE MEDIUM fingers tugged at the carpet upon which it stood. Under cover of their questions, in the corner of the bay-window, Miss Coates whis pered to Lee : "Don't look now," she warned, "but later, you will see on the left of that door the switch that throws on the lights. When I am sure she is outside the cabinet, when she has told him not to give the money to me, I'll cry, 'now!' and whichever one of us is seated nearer to the switch will turn on all the lights. I think," Miss Coates added, with, in her voice, a thrill of triumph not altogether free from a touch of vindictiveness, "when my uncle sees her caught in the middle of the room, disguised as his sister we will have cured him." "It may be," said the man. The possibility of success as Miss Coates pointed it out did not appear to stir in him any great delight. He glanced unwillingly 190 VERA, THE MEDIUM over his shoulder. "I see the switch," he said. Leaning on the arm of Gaylor, Mr. Hallo- well returned from the cabinet to his chair. What he had seen apparently strengthened his faith and, in like degree, inspired him to greater enthusiasm. "Well," he exclaimed, "there are no trap doors, or false bottoms about that! If they can project a spirit from that sentry box, it will be a miracle. For whom are we wait ing?" he asked, impatiently. "Where is Winthrop?" Judge Gaylor explained that Winthrop pre ferred to wait downstairs, and that he had said he would remain there until the seance was finished. "Afraid of compromising his position," commented the old man. "I'm sorry. I'd like to have him here." He motioned Gaylor to bend nearer. In a voice that trembled with eagerness and excitement, he whispered, 191 VERA, THE MEDIUM "Henry, I have a feeling that we are going to witness a remarkable phenomenon." Gaylor's countenance grew preternaturally grave. He nodded heavily. "I have the same feeling, Stephen," he returned. Vance raised his hand to command silence. "Every one," he called, "except the com mittee, who are to bind and tie the medium, will take the place I give him, and remain in it. Mr. Day will please acquaint Miss Vera and Mrs. Vance with the fact that we are ready." Up to this point Vance had appeared only as a stage manager. He had been concerned with his groupings, his lights; in assigning to his confederates the parts they were to play. Now that the curtain was to rise, as an actor puts on a wig and grease paint, Vance assumed a certain voice and manner. On the stage the critics would have called him a convincing actor. He made his audience 192 VERA, THE MEDIUM believe what he believed. He knew the eloquence of a pause, the value of a sur prised, unintelligible exclamation. One mo ment he was as professionally solemn as a " funeral director"; the next, his voice, his whole frame would shake with excitement, in an outburst of fanatic fervor. As it pleased him he could play Hamlet, tenderly shocked at the sight of his dead father, or, Macbeth, retreating in horror before the ghost of Banquo. For the moment his manner was that of the undertaker. "Now, Mr. Hallowell," he said hoarsely, "please to name those you wish to serve on the committee." Mr. Hallowell waved his arm to include every one in the room. "Everybody will serve on the committee," he declared. "Everything is to be open and above-board. The whole city is welcome on the committee. I want this to be above suspicion." 193 VERA, THE MEDIUM "That is my wish, also, sir," said Vance stiffly. "But a committee of more than three is unwieldy. Suppose you name two gentlemen, and I one? Or," he shrugged his shoulders, "you can name all three." After a moment of consideration Mr. Hal- lowell pointed at Lee. "I choose Mr. that young man," he announced, "and Judge Gaylor." "I would much rather not, Stephen," Judge Gaylor whispered. "I know, Henry," answered the other; "but I ask it of you. It will give me con fidence." He turned to Vance. "You se lect some one," he commanded. With a bow, Vance designated the tall German. "Will Professor Strombergk be accepta ble?" he asked. Mr. Hallowell nodded. "Then, the three gentlemen chosen will please come to the cabinet." 194 VERA, THE MEDIUM Vance, his manner now that of a master of ceremonies, assigned to each person the seat he or she was to occupy. Miss Coates with satisfaction noted that only Mrs. Vance separated Lee from the electric switch. "I must ask you," said Vance, "to keep the seats I have assigned to you. With us to-night are both favorable and unfavorable influences. And what I have tried to do in placing you, is to obtain the best psychic results." He moved to the door and looked into the hall, then turned, and with uplifted arm silently demanded attention. "Miss Vera," he announced. Followed closely, like respectful courtiers, by Mannie and Mrs. Vance, Vera appeared in the doorway, walked a few feet into the room, and stood motionless. As though already in a trance, she moved slowly, without volition, like a somnambulist. Her head was held high, but her eyes were dull and unseeing. Her arms hung limply. She wore an evening 195 VERA, THE MEDIUM gown of soft black stuff, that clung to her like a lace shawl, and which left her throat and arms bare. In spite of the clash of in terests, of antagonism, of mutual distrust, there was no one present to whom the sight of the young girl did not bring an uneasy thrill. The nature of the thing she proposed to do, contrasted with the loveliness of her face, which seemed to mock at the possibility of deceit; something in her wrapt, distant gaze, in the dignity of her uplifted head, in her air of complete detachment from her surroundings, caused even the most sceptical to question if she might not possess the power she claimed, to feel for a moment the ap proach of the supernatural. The voices of the committee consulting to gether, dropped suddenly to a whisper; the others were instantly silent. In his arms Mannie carried silken scarfs, cords and ropes. In each hand he held a teacup. One contained flour, the other shot. 196 VERA, THE MEDIUM Vance took these from him, and Mannie hurriedly slipped into his chair in front of the organ. "Gentlemen," explained Vance, "you will use these ropes and scarfs to tie the medium. Also, as a further precaution against the least suspicion of fraud we will subject her to the most severe test known. In one hand she will hold this flour; the other will be filled with shot. This will make it impossible for her to tamper with the ropes." He gave the two cups to Gaylor, and turned to Vera. ' ' Are you ready? " he asked. After a pause, the girl slightly inclined her head. Lee, with one of the scarfs in his hand, approached her diffidently. He looked unhappily at the slight, girlish figure, at the fair white arms. In his embarrassment he appealed to Vance. "How would you suggest?" he asked. Vance, apparently shocked, hastily drew 197 VERA, THE MEDIUM away. "That would be most irregular," he protested. Apologetically Lee turned to the girl. "Would you mind putting your arms be hind you?" he asked. He laced the scarf around her arms, and drew it tightly to her wrists. "Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured; but the girl made no answer. To what was going forward she appeared as unmindful as though she were an artist's manikin. "Will you take these now?" asked Gaylor; and into her open palms he poured the flour and shot. "And, now," continued Lee, "will you go into the cabinet?" As she seated herself, he knelt in front of her and bound her ankles. From behind her Strom- bergk deftly wound the ropes about her body and through the rungs and back of the chair. "Would you mind seeing if you can with draw your arms?" Lee asked. The girl 198 'Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured. VERA, THE MEDIUM raised her shoulders, struggled to free her hands, and tried to rise. But the efforts were futile. "Are the gentlemen satisfied?" demanded Vance. The three men, who had shown but little heart in the work, and who were now red and embarrassed, hastily answered in the affirma tive. "If you are satisfied the ropes are securely fastened," Vance continued, "you will take your seats." Professor Strombergk, as he moved to his chair, announced in devout, solemn tones, "Nothing but spirit hands can move those ropes now." From the organ rose softly the prelude to a Moody and Sankey hymn, and, in keeping with the music, the voice of Vance sank to a low tone. "We will now," he said, "establish the magnetic chain. Each person will take with his right hand the left wrist of the person on 199 VERA, THE MEDIUM his or her right." He paused while this order was being carried to effect. "Before I turn out the lights," he con tinued, "I wish to say a last word to any sceptic who may be present. I warn him that any attempt to lay violent hands upon the apparition, or spirit, may cost the me dium her life. From the cabinet the medium projects the spirit into the circle. An attack upon the spirit, is an attack upon the me dium. There are three or four well authen ticated cases where the disembodied spirit was cut off from the cabinet, and the medium died." He drew the velvet curtains across the cabinet, and shut Vera from view. "Are you ready, Mr. Hallowell?" he asked. Mr. Hal- lowell, his eyes staring, his lips parted, nodded his head. The music grew louder. Vance switched off the lights. For some minutes, except for the creaking of the pedals of the organ and the low throb 200 VERA, THE MEDIUM of the music, there was no sound. Then, from his position at the open door, the voice of Vance commanded sternly: "No whisper ing, please. The medium is susceptible to the least sound." There was another longer pause, until in hushed expectant tones Vance spoke again. "The air is very heavily charged with electricity to-night," he said. "You, Mrs. Marsh, should feel that?" "I do, Professor," murmured the medium; "I do. We shall have some wonderful re sults!" Vance agreed with her, solemnly. "I feel influences all about me," he murmured. There came suddenly from the cabinet three sharp raps. These were instantly answered by other quick rappings upon the library table. ' ' They are beginning ! " chanted the voice of Vance. The music of the organ ceased. It was at once followed by the notes of a guitar that seemed to float in space, the strings vibrating, not as though 201 VERA, THE MEDIUM touched by human hands, but in fitful, meaningless chords like those of an ^Eolian harp. "That is Kiowa, your control, Mrs. Marsh," announced Vance eagerly. "Do you desire to speak to him?" "Not to-night," Mrs. Marsh answered. She raised her voice. "Not to-night, Kiowa," she repeated. "Thank you for coming. Good-night." In deep, guttural accents, a man's voice came from the ceiling. "Good-night," it called. With a final, ringing wail, the music of the guitar suddenly ceased. Again rose the swelling low notes of the organ. Above it came the 'quick pattering of footsteps. The voice of Rainey, filled with alarm, cried, "Some one touched me!" "Are you sure your hands are held?" de manded Vance reprovingly. "Yes," panted Rainey; "both of them. 202 VERA, THE MEDIUM But something put its hand on my forehead. It was cold." In an excited whisper, a voice in the circle cried, "Look, look!" and before the eyes of all, a star rose in the darkness. For a mo ment it wavered over the cabinet and then fluttered swiftly across the room and re mained stationary above the head of the German Professor. "There is your star, Professor," cried Vance. "When the Professor is in the circle," he announced proudly, "that star always appears." He was interrupted by a startled exclama tion from Lee. "Something touched my face," explained the young man, apologetically, "and spoke to me." The music sank to a murmur, and the room became alive with swift, rushing sounds and soft whisperings. The voice of Mrs. Marsh, low and eager, 203 VERA, THE MEDIUM could be heard appealing to an invisible presence. "The results are marvellous," chanted Vance; "marvellous! The medium is show ing wonderful power. If any one desires to ask a question, he should do so now. The conditions will never be better." He paused expectantly. "Mr. Hallowell, ' ' he prompted, "is it your wish to communicate with any one in the spirit world?" There was a long pause, and then the voice of Mr. Hallowell, harsh and shaken answered, "Yes." "With whom?" demanded Vance. There was again another longer pause, and then, above the confusion of soft whisperings, the voice of the old man rose in sharp stac cato: "My sister; Catherine Coates." His tone hardened, became obdurate, final. "But, I must see her, and hear her speak!" Not for an instant did Vance hesitate. In 204 VERA, THE MEDIUM tense, sepulchral tones, he demanded of the darkness, "Is the spirit of Catherine Coates present?" The whisperings and murmurs ceased. The silence of the room was broken sharply by three quick raps. "Yes," intoned Vance; "she is present." The voice of Hallowell protested fiercely, "I won't have that! I want to see her!" In the tone of an incantation, Vance spoke again: "Will the spirit show herself to her brother?" The raps came quickly, firmly. "She answers she will appear before you." There was a moment that seemed to stretch interminably, and then, the eyes of all, strain ing in the darkness, saw against the black velvet curtain a splash of white. As it moved toward them it took shape, and by the faint light that came through the curtains from the hall, they distinguished the bent figure of a woman, apparently an old 205 VERA, THE MEDIUM woman, with a white cap and white hair, and across her shoulders a white kerchief. Above the sobbing of the organ, the voice of Mr. Hallowell rang out in a sharp ex clamation of terror. "Who is that!" he de manded. He spoke as though he dreaded the answer. He threw himself forward in his chair, peering into the darkness. "Is that you, Kate?" he whispered. His voice was both incredulous and pleading. The answer came in feeble, trembling tones. "Yes." The voice of Hallowell shook with eagerness. "Do you know me, your brother, Ste phen?" "Yes." With a cry the old man fell back, groping blindly. He found Gaylor's arm and clutched it with both hands. "My God! It's Kate!" he gasped. "I tell you, Henry, it is Kate!" The voice of Vance, deep and hollow like a 206 VERA, THE MEDIUM bell, sounded a note of warning. "Speak quickly," he commanded. "Her time on earth is brief." Mr. Hallowell's hold upon the arm of his friend relaxed. Fearfully ai d slowly, he bent forward. "Kate!" he pleaded; "I must ask you a question. No one else can tell me." As though gathering courage, he paused, and, with a frightened sigh again began. "I am an old man," he murmured; "a sick man. I will be joining you very soon. What am I to do with my money? I have made great plans to give it to the poor. Or, must I give it, as I have given it in my will, to Helen? Perhaps, I did not act fairly to you and Helen. You know what I mean. She would be rich, but, then the poor would be that much the poorer." The confidence of the speaker was increasing, as though to a living being, he argued and pleaded: "And I want to do some good before I go. What shall I do? Tell me." 207 There was a pause that lasted so long that those who had held their breath to listen, again breathed deeply. When the answer came, it was strangely deprecatory, uncer tain, unassured. "You," stammered the voice, "you must have courage to do what you know to be just!" For a brief moment, as though surprised, Mr. Hallowell apparently considered this; and then gave an exclamation of disappoint ment and distress. "But I don't know," he protested; "that is why I called on you. I want to go into the next world, Kate," he pleaded, "with clean hands!" This time the answer came more firmly. But it was still without feeling, without con viction. "You cannot bribe your way into the next world," intoned the voice. "If you pity the poor, you must help the poor, not that you 208 VERA, THE MEDIUM may cheat your way into heaven, but that they may suffer less. Search your con science. Have the courage of your con science." "I don't want to consult my conscience," cried the old man. "I want you to tell me." He paused, hesitating. Eager to press his question, his awe of the apparition still re- sti ained him. "What do you mean, Kate?" he begged. "Am I to give the money where it will do the most good to the Hallowell Institute, or, am I to give it to Helen? Which am I to do?" There was another long silence, and then the voice stammered: "If if you have wronged me, or my daughter, or the poor, you must make restitution." The hand of the old man was heard to fall heavily upon the arm of his chair. His voice rose unhappily. "That is no answer, Kate!" he cried. "Did 209 VERA, THE MEDIUM you come from the dead to preach to me ! Tell me what am I to do leave my money to Helen, or to the Institute?" The cry of the old man vibrated in the air. No voice rose to answer. "Kate!" he en treated. Still there was silence. "Speak to me!" he commanded. The silence became eloquent with momentous possibilities. So long did it endure, that the pain of the sus pense was actual. The voice of Rainey choked and hoarse with fear, broke it with an exclamation that held the sound of an oath. He muttered thickly, "What in the name of " He was hushed by a swift chorus of hisses. The voice of Hallowell was again uplifted. "Why won't she answer me?" he begged hysterically of Vance. "Can't you can't the medium make her speak?" During the last few moments the music from the organ had come brokenly. The hands upon the keys moved unsteadily, 210 VERA,THE MEDIUM drunkenly. Now they halted altogether and in the middle of a chord the music sank and died. Upon the now absolute silence the voice of Vance, when he spoke, sounded strangely unfamiliar. It had lost the priest- like intonation. Its confidence had departed. It showed bewilderment and alarm. "I I don't understand," stammered the showman. " Ask her again. Put your ques tion differently." Carefully, slowly, giving each word its value, Mr. Hallowell raised his voice in en treaty. "Kate," he cried, "I have made a new will, leaving the money to the poor. The old will gives it to Helen. Shall I sign the new will or not? Shall I give the money to Helen, or the Institute? Answer me! Yes, or no." Before the eyes of all, the apparition, as though retreating to the cabinet, swayed backward, then staggered forward. There was a sob, human, heart-broken; a cry, 211 VERA, THE MEDIUM thrilling with distress; a tumult of weeping, fierce and uncontrollable. They saw the figure tear away the white kerchief and cap, and trample them upon the floor. They saw the figure hold itself erect. From it, the voice of Vera cried aloud, in despair. "I can't! I can't!" she sobbed. "It's a lie! I am not your sister! Turn on the lights," the girl cried. "Turn on the lights!" There was a crash of upturned chairs, the sound of men struggling, and the room was swept with light. In the doorway Winthrop was holding apart Vance and the reporter. In the centre of the room stood Vera, her head bent in shame, her body shaken and trembling, her hair streaming to her waist. As though to punish herself, by putting a climax to her humiliation, she held out her arms to Helen Coates. "You see," she cried. " I am a cheat. I am a fraud ! " She 212 VERA, THE MEDIUM sank suddenly to her knees in front of Mr. Hallowell. " Forgive me," she sobbed; "for give me!" With a cry of angry protest, Winthrop ran to her, and lifted her to her feet. His eyes were rilled with pity. But in the eyes of Mr. Hallowell there was no promise of pardon. With sudden strength he struggled to his feet and stood swaying, challenging those be fore him. His face was white with anger, his jaw closed against mercy. "You've lied to me!" he cried. "You've tried to rob me!" He swept the room with his eyes. With a flash of intuition, he saw the trap they had laid for him. "All of you!" he screamed. "It's a plot!" He shook his fist at the weeping girl. "And you!" he shouted, hysterically, "the law shall punish you! " Winthrop drew the girl to him and put his arm about her. "I'll do the punishing here," he said. 213 VERA, THE MEDIUM With a glad, welcoming cry, the old man turned to him, appealingly, wildly. "Yes, you!" he shouted. "You punish them! She plotted to get my money." The girl at Winthrop's side shivered, and shrank from him. He drew her back roughly and held her close. The sobs that shook her tore at his heart; the touch of the sinking, trembling body in his arms filled him with fierce, jubilant thoughts of keeping the girl there always, of giving battle for her, of sheltering her against the world. In what she had done he saw only a sacrifice. In her he beheld only a penitent; who was self- accused and self-convicted. He heard the voice of the old man scream ing vindictively: "She plotted to get my money!" Winthrop turned upon him, savagely. "How did you plot to get it?" he retorted fiercely. "You know, and I know. I know how your lawyer, your doctor, your servant 214 VERA, THE MEDIUM plotted to get it!" His voice rose and rang with indignation. "You all plotted, and you all schemed and to what end what was the result" he held before them the fainting figure of the girl "that one poor child could prove she was honest!" With his arms still about her, and her hands clinging to him, he moved with her quickly to the door. When they had reached the silence of the hall, he took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes. "Now," he commanded, "you shall come to my sisters!" The waiting car carried them swiftly up the avenue. Their way lay through the park, and the warm, mid-summer air was heavy with the odor of plants and shrubs. Above them the trees drooped deep with leaves. Vera, crouched in a corner, had not spoken. Her eyes were hidden in her hands. But when they had entered the silent reaches of the park she lowered them and the face she lifted to Winthrop was pale and wet with 215 VERA, THE MEDIUM tears. The man thought never before had he seen it more lovely or more lovable. Vera shook her head dumbly and looked up at him with a troubled smile. "I told you," she murmured remorsefully, "you'd be sorry." "We don't know that yet," said Winthrop gently, "we'll have all the rest of our lives to find that out." Startled, the girl drew back. In her face was wonder, amazement, a dawning happi ness. Without speaking, Winthrop looked at her, entreatingly, pitifully, beseeching her with his eyes. Slowly the girl bent forward and, as he threw out his arms, with a little sigh of rest and content she crept into them and pressed her face to his. 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