Still later I asked whether Mr. Kendal had telegraphed me, and she said
that he had not, though he had intended to do so. As a matter of fact,
he had not at that time received my telegram, but he afterward told
me that when it reached him, twelve hours later, his reactions were
exactly as she had described them. Also, his intention of telegraphing me
immediately was delayed several hours by business necessities. This is
one of several instances when a difference of plane has seemed to enable
them to look ahead for a limited space and foretell events.
The next morning, for the first time in ten days, the pencil was merely a
piece of dead wood between my fingers, without impulse. After long delay
it moved slowly, making light circles, but no words came.
I knew that Mrs. Gaylord had intended to make an effort that day to get
into touch with Frederick through a semi-professional medium in her
vicinity, and in the evening I took up a pencil, wondering whether we
could learn what success had attended the attempt.
“Mary.”
Supposing this to be Mary Kendal, I made some allusion to Mansfield, and
was immediately corrected.
“No. Mary K.”
This was surprising, as it was the first time she had responded since
my initial effort to establish this intercourse. She said that Mary
Kendal was not present, and that Frederick had met his mother at Mrs.
Z——’s, with results only partially satisfactory—which letters from the
Gaylord family afterward verified. We suggested that this might have been
discouraging, and she replied: “Discouragement is not for Frederick.”
“How do you know so much about Frederick now?” I asked. “Ten days ago you
said you did not know him.”
“Mrs. Kendal interested me in him. He is for justice, light, and
progress. My work, too.”
To my expressed hope that she found life happier there than it had been
for her here she returned, “Yes, I was glad to come,” following the
statement with the little circle so often used by the others. She, too,
said that it meant joy. We have since learned that it means much more,
but apparently they were educating us by degrees. In this case the joy
was not hers alone, for the renewed communion with her brought me great
gladness.
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