But still we will not be downhearted,
We'll soon greet our loved ones again--
To lighten our drouth and our tedium
Whenever our moments would sag,
We'll call in a spiritist medium
And go on a psychical jag!

As the frenzy of cheering died away, Quimbleton's face took on the
glow of simple benignance that Bleak had first observed at the
time of the julep incident in the Balloon office. The flush of a
warm, impulsive idealism over-spread his genial features. It was
the face of one who deeply loved his fellow-men.

"My friends," he said, "now I am able to say, in all sincerity,
Here's How. I have great honor in presenting to you my betrothed
fiancee, Miss Theodolinda Chuff. Do not be startled by the name,
gentlemen. Miss Chuff, the daughter of our arch-enemy, is wholly
in sympathy with us. She is the possessor (happily for us) of
extraordinary psychic powers. I have persuaded her to demonstrate
them for our benefit. If you will follow my instructions
implicitly, you will have the good fortune of witnessing an
alcoholic seance."

Miss Chuff, very pale, but obviously glad to put her spiritual
gift at the disposal of her lover, was escorted to the platform by
Bleak. The editor had been coached beforehand by Quimbleton as to
the routine of the seance.

"The first requirement," said Quimbleton to the awe-struck
gathering, "is to put yourselves in the proper frame of mind. For