was a disturbing
agency, and that while he
remained all our efforts would fail. Upon
this some of the company proposed that he
should leave; of which
invitation he took
advantage, with a skeptical sneer at the whole
performance.
As he left us, the
sergeant leaned over and
whispered to the
medium, who next addressed
himself to me. ``Sister Euphemia,'' he said,
indicating the lady with large eyes, ``will
act as your
medium. I am
unable to do
more. These things
exhaust my nervous
system.''
``Sister Euphemia,'' said the doctor, ``will
aid us. Think, if you please, sir, of a spirit,
and she will endeavor to
summon it to our
circle.''
Upon this a wild idea came into my head.
I answered: ``I am thinking as you directed
me to do.''
The
medium sat with her arms folded,
looking
steadily at the center of the table.
For a few moments there was silence. Then
a
series of
irregular knocks began. ``Are
you present?'' said the
medium.
The affirmative raps were twice given.
``I should think,'' said the doctor, ``that
there were two spirits present.''
His words sent a
thrill through my heart.
``Are there two?'' he questioned.
A double rap.
``Yes, two,'' said the
medium. ``Will it
please the spirits to make us
conscious of
their names in this world?''
A single knock. ``No.''
``Will it please them to say how they are
called in the world of spirits?''
Again came the
irregular raps--3, 4, 8, 6;
then a pause, and 3, 4, 8, 7.
``I think,'' said the authoress, ``they must
be numbers. Will the spirits,'' she said, ``be
good enough to aid us? Shall we use the
alphabet?''
``Yes,'' was rapped very quickly.
``Are these numbers?''
``Yes,'' again.
``I will write them,'' she added, and, doing
so, took up the card and tapped the letters.
The
spelling was pretty rapid, and ran
thus as she tapped, in turn, first the letters,
and last the numbers she had already set
down:
``UNITED STATES ARMY MEDICAL MUSEUM,
Nos. 3486, 3487.''
The
medium looked up with a puzzled expression.
``Good gracious!'' said I, ``they are MY LEGS
--MY LEGS!''
What followed, I ask no one to believe
except those who, like myself, have communed
with the things of another sphere.
Suddenly I felt a strange return of my self-
consciousness. I was reindividualized, so to
speak. A strange wonder filled me, and, to
the
amazement of every one, I arose, and,
staggering a little, walked across the room
on limbs
invisible to them or me. It was no
wonder I staggered, for, as I
briefly reflected,
my legs had been nine months in the strongest
alcohol. At this
instant all my new friends
crowded around me in
astonishment. Presently,
however, I felt myself sinking slowly.
My legs were going, and in a moment I was
resting
feebly on my two stumps upon the
floor. It was too much. All that was left
of me fainted and rolled over senseless.
I have little to add. I am now at home in
the West, surrounded by every form of kindness
and every possible comfort; but alas!
I have so little surety of being myself that I
doubt my own
honesty in
drawing my pension,
and feel absolved from
gratitude to
those who are kind to a being who is uncertain
of being enough himself to be conscientiously
responsible. It is
needless to add
that I am not a happy
fraction of a man,
and that I am eager for the day when I shall
rejoin the lost members of my corporeal
family in another and a happier world.
End