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ORDINARY CLAIRVOYANCE, 67
“Wait a minute, some one else is here.”
‘A spirit?”
“Ves, of a lady!”
“Can you describe her?”
“Yes! She is a short, dark lady, with a high forehead, prominent nose, nice mouth; her chin is not so perfect ; her hair is parted in the middle ; she is dressed in black, she wears a lace collar, cameo brooch, a large jet bead necklace, etc., etc,"
He recognized the description, but in order to test me further, he handed me an album and asked me if I could pick out her photograph. I looked through it, and gave it back to him, saying—
« She is not here.”
He gave me another album, and I opened it and put my finger on the first photo in the book, say ing—
“This is she.” I was so certain that I did not trouble to look any further.
He said: “ You are quite right ; it is the photo of my mother, who died—some years ago,”
The photo was not so true to life as was my description, as it did not show the lace collar that she usually wore when indoors.
On April 14, 1903, “I” determined to go over to Mr. Sharpe's house, leaving “Me” in bed, in order to see what he was doing, and to call upon him the next day and tell him what “I” had seen. This would be a good test for him,
On the 16th (as the 15th was wet) I called on him and told him what “I” had done, and exactly what “I” had seen. He replied—
“Wait a minute, some one else is here.”
‘A spirit?”
“Ves, of a lady!”
“Can you describe her?”
“Yes! She is a short, dark lady, with a high forehead, prominent nose, nice mouth; her chin is not so perfect ; her hair is parted in the middle ; she is dressed in black, she wears a lace collar, cameo brooch, a large jet bead necklace, etc., etc,"
He recognized the description, but in order to test me further, he handed me an album and asked me if I could pick out her photograph. I looked through it, and gave it back to him, saying—
« She is not here.”
He gave me another album, and I opened it and put my finger on the first photo in the book, say ing—
“This is she.” I was so certain that I did not trouble to look any further.
He said: “ You are quite right ; it is the photo of my mother, who died—some years ago,”
The photo was not so true to life as was my description, as it did not show the lace collar that she usually wore when indoors.
On April 14, 1903, “I” determined to go over to Mr. Sharpe's house, leaving “Me” in bed, in order to see what he was doing, and to call upon him the next day and tell him what “I” had seen. This would be a good test for him,
On the 16th (as the 15th was wet) I called on him and told him what “I” had done, and exactly what “I” had seen. He replied—
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