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Show DEMONSTRATING IMMORTALITY More Spirits Than One in the Rev. Raphael Cooper. (New York Sun.) There was about 510 in the congregation congrega-tion of the Spiritualistic Gospel Temple Tem-ple in Harlem, at 25 cents per, when the Rev. Raphael Cooper, who is a woman, rose yesterday to demonstrate immortality. She explained that all persons within sound of her voice were living in their second existence and there was a third and brighter one to come. "And, oh, if you could feel 'em like I do," she said. "Know how their thoughts is with you. how their hearts is immersed with joy when you do well, how they're a-weain' a bright path that you're. all g oin' to travel by-and-by, you wouldn't be as hard as some parties I know is on the medium that they speak through.". Mrs. Cooper glared at this point in the direction of several believers who, it is whispered, have asked embarrassing embar-rassing questions in the circle. They sang a hymn while Mrs. Cooper summoned her control. She sat on a stool, shut her eyes and swayed back and forth like the baby elephant at Coney Island. Just as the hymn was finished the control; hit her hard. She , gave a convulsive jerk all over her body and emitted a series of sounds that sounded like this: "Whiroo! Whee! Oh!" Her body stiffened out and relaxed; then she stood up with an expression of heavenly peace on her face. "Good afternoon, friends," said she. "Good afternoon, Whitie," said the circle. "Whitie's her control," whispered a sister. "Whitie's a cultured lady that passed out many, years ago." The medium, her eyes tflill closed tight, took an old lady's hand. A convulsion con-vulsion ran through , her, and she said "Woof!" three times, forcibly. "Ah," went on Whitie, speaking through Mrs. Cooper, "ah, they's a beautiful Infiooence comes over me. I see a face an' right over your shoulder is a name in letters of fire. Is they any of your folks named Annie in the sperit world?" "No, Whitie," said the old lady. . "Think little one (little one weighed 240 pounds). Maybe it's Hannah. Sometimes the voices comes to me indistinct. in-distinct. No? Then it's Nannie." "Yes! Yes!" said Little One. . "Ah, yes," said the medium, "and she was dear to you. She says that your friends in the beautiful place are tryin' to tell you somethin'. Theyis a secret they got for you, but you're holdin' back from their inllooence. You ain't in rappurt with 'em. What you need i,s the help of a medium. You need to develop." A placard announced that the pastor held a developing seance at her house every Monday and gave private sittings sit-tings every day from 9 a. m.'to 8 p. m. Next in the circle was a young gentleman gen-tleman who seemed to have indices- I tion or to be in love. "Whitie" gave three big "woofs" as Mrs. Cooper grasped his hand. "That's Whitie turnin' over on the inside of her," said, the believing sister. sis-ter. Said "Whitie" to the young man after aft-er sizing him up under the medium's eyelids: "There's a eld man that's joined to you in some mystic current of mutuality. mutual-ity. A very old, venerable man. Tell me. have you a father on the spirit side?" "No, ma'am," said the young man. "Then it's your grandfather," said she. "Both alive." "Then it must be your great-grandfather. He says that many is workin' for you on that shore, but you got to keep in touch with 'em. You're going to have a long life. You come of a long lived race, but they's hard passages ahead for you. Keep in touch, young man. Do you recognize the name Nellie'? "No, ma'am." "Or Edward? Ain't some.' friend named Edward passed out?" "No, ma'am." ! It was getting embarrassing, but a ' large fisted gentleman who had presided pre-sided over the gate receipts broke in: "See here," said he, "you know Edward, Ed-ward, don't you?" He glared very. hard. "Ye-is, I guess I recognize him," . whispered the young man. meekly. ! "I thought so," said the pastor. "Now .don't you fool with the sperits, young j man, or they'll stop workin' for you on I that brighter shore." ! So "White" conveyed the medium down the circle. The next four or five were old time believers, so that there was not the slightest trouble in locat- j ing the names of the dear ones. The last of these was told that she had beautiful dreams. They were the spirits trying to tell her that she had medium-istic medium-istic powers and needed a few developing develop-ing sittings. " Mrs. Cooper had a strong convulsion when she grasped the hand of the Sun reporter, and told him that August was asking for him. "His language ain't very clear to me," said "Whitie." "I think he,talks a fur-ren fur-ren tongue. Do you know An August?" i "No?" " " "Sure? A stout gentleman that J passed out many years ago? Then the name of Carl is written over your head. Do vou know Carl? And Katrina?" "No." ' ' "Ask him again, Whitie." spoke up the strong fisted one. "Sometimes they don't remember right away." Seeing that it didn't make any real I difference, the Sun man owned to Carl i and was told that he had too much energy for his mental powers and must avoid conceit. At the end of the line Mrs. Cooper clasped the hand of a white whiskered and awe-struck brother and sprung the best stunt she does. "Right beside me is one who gives the name of George." she said (or rather Whitie said through her), ''an' he's tryin' an' tryin' to get me out o' this good woman an' SDeak himself. Oh, George! Don't!" Inhere were awful convulsions for a minute. First Mrs. Cooper's-left arm began to twitch, then her whole body, and she grunted and puffed horribly. Suddenly peace came to her. andlo! George ami not Whitie was inside. You could tell him by his deep voice. "Sometimes Sister Whitie gets selfish about her control an' I have to 'tend to her," said George, jocosely. "William, it's beautiful over here, an' all the loved ones is with me. Be good William, we're waitin' for you." William was about to open his mouth and ask George questions when Whitie secured a return match. In one swift round in Mrs. Cooper's inside, she put George down and out. She guided Mrs. Cooper to her stool, where the strong fisted one helped her to a seat and announced an-nounced a hymn. During the singing the medium did her stunt again. Just as the girl organist dragged out the last note on the melodeon, the medium me-dium rubbed her eyes, opened them, and stretched. "Did Whitie speak through me?" she asked. "Was her words comfortin' ?" "They were! They were!" cried the faithful. "It seems jest like a second ser.ee I felt it cornin' on," said the Rev. Raphael Ra-phael Cooper, "but I'd know I'd been controlled, I'm that tired. If some people peo-ple knew what a medium goes through they wouldn't grudge the little they pay for private sittin's that guides 'ern sometimes to hundreds of dollars in business an' shows 'em the better way besides." And the meeting closed with the benediction. |