Joining hands, the members of the circle sat expectant, their eyes closed.
We are describing an old-time seance, reader, and may be forgiven the minuteness of detail, for even with later experiment with psychic forces it is found there is magic in the mystic circle.
The silence was broken by Russell, who declared there was a disturbing element in the circle. Some sceptical person repelled the gentle spirits who desired to communicate.
All eyes were turned upon Mark Cramer, who smiled as he arose and left them. Then Esther McCleary was missed.
“Where is Esther?� asked Mrs. McCleary plaintively. “Oi declare that girrl has left the room ag’in. Oi desire her to sit with us.�
And Mark was sent after the run away.
“They’re asking for you, Miss Esther,� he said as he saw her shrink into a dark corner of the adjoining room as he entered it.
“O dear! Can’t you hide me somewhere? I don’t want to go. I shall have to dance again. It’s all so terrible, and I don’t believe it’s right, do you, Mr. Cramer?�
“No, Esther; but then my opinion should have little weight against so many. I sat down in the circle thinking I might be able to help you. I am really sorry for you, if you are unable to withstand the mesmeric powers of that rascal—for I believe that is all there is of it. Try, if you are obliged to sit with them, to keep control of your own will. Put all your soul in opposition to him and don’t forget yourself for a moment. Can’t you?�
“I’ll try; oh, I’ll try, but I’m afraid ’twill be no use! Ah, they’re calling me again, and I must go. Come into the room and help me if you can.�