The Intoxicated Ghost, and other stories — John Shaqi
The Intoxicated Ghost, and other storiesBates, Arlo
Science
The Intoxicated Ghost, and other stories
Bates, Arlo
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"I am glad that you say this," Professor Gray remarked. "I am subject to
the prejudice, foolish enough but common, of being more impressed by
experiments of my own contriving. Do you mind, sir, if Dr. Taunton and I
loop handkerchiefs together, and let you separate them while we hold the
ends?"
"Certainly not," was the reply.
The experiment was instantly successful, and was repeated for double
assurance.
"If we had nothing else to do," the stranger observed, "we might go on
in this line indefinitely; but this is enough of the 'fourth dimension,'
so called. Now we will try development."
III
The flower-pot filled with earth was placed upon the slab at the feet of
the magician. The orange seed was laid upon the earth.
"So ingenious an explanation has recently been given--or, more exactly,
recently revived--of the development of a plant from a seed, that you
may suppose me to have all the different pieces of an orange grove
concealed about me, despite the fact that my dress is not adapted to
the concealment of a needle. However, you may judge for yourselves."
He leaned forward, and with the point of his finger pushed the seed into
the earth.
"Will some one cover the pot with a handkerchief?" he said. "Please be
careful not to touch me or it. Hold the handkerchief out, and drop it."
One of the members followed the directions, and for a moment the
stranger sat quiet, his eyes fixed on the covered flower-pot. The centre
of the handkerchief was seen gradually to rise, and when the cloth was
lifted, the astonished eyes of the Club beheld a glossy shoot, three or
four inches in height. Without again covering it, the magician continued
to gaze fixedly upon the plant. Before the eyes of the spectators the
shoot became a shrub, the shrub a tree; the fragrance of orange blossoms
filled the air, and among the shining leaves began to swell the golden
fruit. The time had been numbered only in minutes, yet there stood a
tree higher than a man's head, and laden with golden globes.
"Take it away," the wonder-worker said, "and let me rest a little before
I try anything more. You will find the tree to-morrow, and I think you
will concede that it is too bulky to have been concealed under these
fleshings. If you think it only an optical delusion or the result of
hypnotism, try to-morrow by the senses of persons who do not know how it
was produced."
He sat for some moments with his head bowed in his hands. Then at his
direction a globe about a foot in diameter was filled with clear water
and placed on the table. The lights were then turned down so as to leave
all the room in shadow except the platform.
"I must ask you to be as quiet as possible," the magician requested.
"The experiment is a difficult one, and from living in the atmosphere
which surrounds my daily life I am out of the proper condition."
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