“Because we are all humans, after all,” Mary responded, “and it is our work to help, just as it is yours. Many people do not want to help, here or there.... This life is just a continuation of yours under happier conditions.”
“Are you happier there than you were here, Mary?”
“Yes, except for Manse.”
Mrs. Gaylord asked whether a man who had loved books, and had always kept himself surrounded by them in this life, would find that interest there.
“No,” Mary said, “but we have its equivalent interest.”
Mrs. Gaylord then explained that the medium already mentioned had described Frederick to his sisters as surrounded by books.
“He told her that to identify himself, as characteristic.”
[In this connection, an incident occurring three months later is interesting.
[One night, about the middle of June, a group of us had been talking for some time, through my pencil, with friends on the next plane, when one of the women announced that she could see distinctly a large man’s hand resting upon the hand of a man present.
[The person in question—a hard-headed, practical business man, successfully conducting large affairs—looked startled, saying that he had noticed a peculiar sensation in that hand, and asked whether a friend, whom he named, was actually present.