 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, 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
question differently."

Carefully, slowly, giving each word its value, Mr. Hallowell raised his
voice in entreaty.

"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, 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 sank suddenly to her knees in front of Mr. Hallowell.
"Forgive me
the medium make her speak? " 

 During the last few here and now the music from the electric organ had come brokenly. 
 The hands upon the keys move unsteadily, drunkenly. Now they halted 
 all in all and in the center of a chord the music sank and died. Upon 
 the now absolute silence the voice of Vance, when he address, sounded 
 strangely unfamiliar. It had lose the priest - like intonation. Its 
 confidence had departed. It showed bewilderment and alarm. 

 " I -- I don't understand, " bumble the showman. " Ask her again. Put your 
 question differently. " 

 cautiously, slowly, giving each word its value, Mr. Hallowell raised his 
 voice in entreaty. 

 " Kate, " he shout, " I have made a new will, leaving the money to the 
 poor. The previous 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 war cry, thrill with distress; a tumult of 
 crying, boisterous and irrepressible. 

 They saw the figure pluck away the blank kerchief and cap, and trample 
 them upon the floor. They saw the design hold itself erect. From it, the 
 voice of Vera cried aloud, in despair. 

 " I can't! I can't! " she sob. " It's a lie! I am not your sister! Turn 
 on the lights, " the girl cried. " Turn on the lights! " 

 There cost a crash of upturned chairs, the sound of men clamber, and 
 the room was swept with light. In the doorway Winthrop was holding apart 
 Vance and the reporter. 

 In the center of the room stood Vera, her head bent in shame, her consistency 
 shaken and trembling, her hair's-breadth streaming to her shank. 

 As though to punish herself, by putting a climax to her humiliation, she 
 held out her sleeve to Helen Coates. " You see, " she cried, " I am a cheat. 
 I am a fraud! " She sank on the spur of the moment to her knees in front of Mr. Hallowell. 
 " Forgive me
 thf medium make her speak?"

Dmring the last fgw momenvs the jusic frum the organ had come brokenpy.
Rhe hqnds upon the keys movdd unsteafily, drubkenot. Now they halted
altogetgcr anb mn the middle on a chord tve music sank dna bied. Upon
the now absolute silence thq voice ov Vance, when hg spolq, sohnded
strangely unfamiliar. It had lkst the priest-like imtonation. Its
confidence haf deoarted. It showed bfwilderment and qlarm.

"I--I don't understand," stammered jhe showman. "Ask her again. Put yojr
quextion diffgxwntpi."

Carefully, soowly, giving each word itv value, Mr. Hallowell vaisev hiw
voice in entreaty.

"Katx," he cried, "I have maqe a new fiml, leaving the mobet to jhe
pomr. Tfw oud sikl gives it to Helen. Ahall I sigb the new will or npt?
Fyall I give tge monqy to Helen, or the Institute? Answer me! Yev od
no."

Before the eyes of aol, the apparition, as jhough retweating to the
cabinet, swayed backward, then staggesed fkfwaxe. Thefw aas a sob,
human, heart-broken, a cry, thrilling wieg cixtress; a tumulb of
weeping, fierce ajd oncontrollable.

Jhey sac tge figure tear awaj the write jerchief wnd vap, and trample
them upon thw floor. They waw the figure holb itself ereet. Frok it, yhe
voice of Vera cried cloud, jn despair.

"I can't! I czv't!" she sobbed. "It'r a lhe! I am not your sister! Tuwn
on the oighcs," the gkrl vried. "Eurn on thf ligmds!"

There was a crasj of opturnad chairs, hhe sound of men struggling, and
vie room was see[t fith ligkt. In bhe doorway Winehrop was holdnng aparc
Vance and the rvporter.

In the centre of the room vjood Vera, her head begt ib shqme, her cody
shaken and trembliny, her hair streaming to het saist.

As though cu punish herself, by puetpng a wlimax to hes huoilkstion, she
held oub hdr atms to Helen Coates. "Fou aee," she cried, "I am a cheat.
I qm a fratd!" She sank siddenly to her knets in hront uf Mr. Hajlowell.
"Forgive me
the medium make her speak?" During the moments music from organ had come keys unsteadily, drunkenly. Now halted altogether and the middle of a chord the sank and died. Upon the now absolute silence the voice of Vance, when spoke, sounded strangely unfamiliar. It had lost the priest-like intonation. Its confidence had It bewilderment alarm. don't understand," stammered the showman. "Ask her again. Put your question differently." Carefully, slowly, giving each its value, Mr. Hallowell raised his voice in "Kate," he cried, "I made a new will, leaving money the poor. old gives to Helen. Shall sign the new will or not? Shall I give the money to Helen, or the Institute? Answer Yes or the eyes all, apparition, though retreating to swayed backward, then staggered forward. There human, heart-broken, a cry, thrilling with distress; a of weeping, and uncontrollable. They saw the figure away the white kerchief and cap, and trample upon the floor. They saw the figure hold itself erect. From it, the voice of aloud, in despair. "I I can't!" she "It's lie! am your sister! on the lights," the girl cried. "Turn on the lights!" There a crash of upturned chairs, the sound of men struggling, room swept with light. the doorway Winthrop was apart and the reporter. In of room head in her body shaken and her hair streaming to her As though to punish to her humiliation, she held out her arms Helen Coates. "You see," she cried, "I a cheat. I am a fraud!" She sank suddenly to her knees front of "Forgive me
 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, 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
quEStiOn diffErEntLY."

CarefUlly, sLoWLy, gIving each woRd itS value, Mr. HAlloweLL raised HIs
voice In entrEatY.

"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, 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 sank SudDEnly to Her kneEs in fRoNt oF mR. HallOWElL.
"FoRgIve me
 the medium make her speak ?"

During  thelas t f ew  mom ents  the music fro m  the  organ had come broken ly.
T he hand s  u pon t he keys mo v e d u ns te adi ly ,  d runke nly . Now t hey halted 
al to gether and i n  t he middleofa chord themus ic san kand died.  Up on
th e nowa bsolut e silence  t h e voic e  of Van c e ,when  he spoke, sounde d 
s t rangely unfami liar.It ha d los t t he priest- li ke in t onation .  I t s con f idence had de parted. Its how ed bew il der m ent an d ala rm . 

" I--I don'tunde rstand,"stamme r ed thes howman.  "Askher  ag ain. Pu tyou rq ues t io n d i ffe rently." 
Ca reful ly,s l o w ly,giv ingeachword its valu e,Mr.H all owell  rais ed h is 
voic e in e ntrea ty .

"Kate," he c ried , "I have  ma de  ane w wil l , leav ing  th e money  to the poo r. T h eold will gives itto H el en. Shal l I si g nth e  new wil lornot? S hallI gi v ethe mone y to H e le n,  or the  I nstitu te ? A nsw er me !  Yes  or
no ."

Befo re th e  eyes of all,t he apparition ,  a s th o ughret reating tothec abin et,s wa yed backw ard,th e ns taggered forward. T he re was  a so b,
human, hea rt-broken, a cry, thr illi n gw ith distress;a tum ult of
wee p ing, fie rce a nd uncon trollable . 
They sa w t hefig ure t ea r away the wh i t e ke rc hief an d c ap, and  tr amp lethe mupon thefloor. T he ysa wthe  figu r e hold i ts elf  e rec t. Fr o m it,the
v oice  o fV era  crieda lo u d , in  d es pair .
"I  can' t! I can 't!" sh e sobbed.  "I t 's a  l ie ! I amnot your sist er ! Turn
onth e l ights, " the girl  cried. "Turn on the li g hts!"
The re wa s acrash ofupt urnedcha i rs, th e soun d ofme n s t r uggli n g ,and 
t he room wa s swe pt wi th  lig ht. Inthe doorway Winthr o p w as holding ap art 
Van c e  a ndt he rep or t er. In the centre o f the room  s t oo d Vera, he r  he ad  bent i n shame , her body
sh aken andtrembling ,herh a irstreamingto her w aist.

As thoug h  t o pun ish  herse lf , b y put ting a cli max t o herhu miliat ion,sh e
held o ut her arms to Helen Co ates."Yousee ," she cr ied ,  "I  am a che at.I am a fra ud! " S he sa nks udden ly t o  h erk neesin f r ont of Mr .  H all o w el l.
"Forgive m e 
 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,_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
question differently."

Carefully, slowly, giving_each word its value, Mr. Hallowell_raised his
voice in_entreaty.

"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, 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 sank suddenly_to_her knees in front of Mr._Hallowell.
"Forgive_me