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Show THE SPIRIT WAS OFF. The Lndicrous Exnerience of a Party of , Zionists who Kin np Against a JH Groggy Ghost. 0 A NIGHT WITH A MEDIUM, q P. J Who Creates Statesmen from Iporar.ce and Clobe Trotters from Hermits all for a Dollar. 0 Fred McCurrin, the polished and sylph-like young gentleman with the H Ihesnian brow aud hvperian tresses who divides time nt the stenographers desk Q in .Incite Zaun's court chamber with A his statiiesipie brother Frank, went " fmt'i last night with a party of friends to peer into the world of unknown 2 realities, through the doors of spiritual- Ui ism. They hail no ditliciilty in nrrang- KC in au audience a sitting with its ex- A ponents and after a vocal overture from l ' the feminal wing of the combination who in vc ked the Aid nl the lilacmhodlei Mecnger the performance, began. The lady puke quite volubly upon the merils of the road to eternity and of the witcheries witcher-ies ot its belief and teachings after which the doctor jumped out on the wings of the electrict current and informed bis guests that he would now unfold to them tho legend of their lives, wheu and where they had been ushered into this continent of care, tho names of their ancestors and other interesting trail. lions in a mortal's life. "Now" said thisastrological colebrity as he leveled his index linger at a trusty descondent of Sweden "you may step to the platform and take this chair. Now rivit your eyes on mino. Tut, tut; no laughing. Your Name 1 Fercnaon." "That's wrong," lisped a fellofr ia the audience, "that's my name." -yon were intended for a journalist; your faculties How in that direction j You were cut out for a teacher of tho public. Am I right?" "Not dis time" drolled the son ot Sweden. "1 tig in der mines." "Ah," exclaimed the doctor, "I see the snirit has misdirected me. You should aspire to loftier purposes in life. You have a brain, a brain the next gentleman Will please step forward. The spirit tells me your name is that your name is" "Ferguson," chimed the subject. "Whv, of course it is, but you must not take the words out of my mouth. We never allow our subjects to anticipate antici-pate the revelations of the spirit. It confuses and sometimes exasperates it. Thcte was one event in your life in which you were in an awful railway wreck sod came near being killed. , Where your cars rang with the Moaua and iroaua of the Dylnf. And where even now you see in , . fancy the writhiug forms of tho dying. W lieie " . , "Look here, professor," caroled, the subject, "never was nearer a railway accident than the newspaper's account of it." . ., "Ah, true, the spirit again misguides me. Just step aside and I II recall you. The portly gentleman in the aisle will please step forward." The victim alluded to arose and moved with ponderous pace to the chair. He is au employee of a Main street saloou aud presides over the bowling nllcy. Tli Doctor Hlitd Him I'p as a pugilist and went for him with bare kn ticks. .... "You are a native born leader,' es. saved the medium. "You weild mar-atihln mar-atihln control ovef mankind. All that is necessary is for you to command and they fall into line. You have been a great traveller a sort of Globe trotter, a Nellie hly as it were." ' Hold on, professor," yelled the subject, sub-ject, you are ou the wrong road. '-I've never been out of Salt Lake but once in my life and that was on an excursioa to Ogden." . .... Oh, the spirit has again misguided me' Just step aside for one moment! ami make room for the gentleman over there in tho fourth chair, last row. Now my friend, let me have your un divided attention. Look square inta my eves." The subject's eyes began to protrude from their sockets, Ilia Face Grew Ked as a slag pot. at midnight. The spirit was embracing him. .... "You are fond of hunting," begaa the doctor. "Yes, I knew you were. On one occasion you shot down a stag. Yon heard its piercing wail and then its life lloated away like tho smoke from your rille. You heard its heart flutter and" "Flold on, Doc. hold on, you're gettin' things mixed up! 1 never seed a deer in my life un. less it was hungiu' on a peg in the butcher shop." . Ah, the spirit has flgun deceived me " said tho doctor apologetically, and the misguided spirits" who had paid their money for a look into the ethereal, arose like a volume of disgust and chairrin and bade the spirit a perpetual per-petual adieu. |