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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.
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