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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 23, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 12.

TRAPPED.

IN "Joints in Our Social Armor," recently published in London, there is a characteristic and amusing anecdote of the cunning, catlike Charles Greville. He was very old, and had gone to see a Spiritualistic "medium," who was attracting fashionable London.

The charlatan looked at the gray, worn old man, and thought himself safe. Four other visitors attended the séance, but the "medium" bestowed all his attention on Greville. With much emotion he cried, "There is an aged lady behind your chair."

Greville remarked sweetly, "How interesting!"

"She is very, very like you."

"Who can it be?" murmured Greville.

"She lifts her hands to bless you. Her hands are now resting on your head," shouted the medium, and the pallid, emotionless man said, with a slight tremor in his voice, "Pray tell me who this mysterious visitant may be."

"It is your mother."

"Ah," said Greville, "I am delighted to hear that!"

"She says she is perfectly happy, and she watches you constantly."

"Dear soul!" muttered the imperturbable one.

"She tells me you will join her soon, and be happy with her."

Then Greville said gravely, in dulcet tones, "That is extremely likely, for I am going to take tea with her at five o'clock."

He had led the poor swindler in his usual fashion, and never hinted at the fact that his mother was nearly a century old. Sel.