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Ever since the death of our good neighbor, Cyrus Hopkins, his lonely widow has made a conscientious study of spiritualism. The other morning Mrs. Hopkins visited a Minneapolis medium in the hopes she might communicate with her late husband. The connection soon was made and the following conversation took place:
“Is this you, Cyrus?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Happier than when you were with me?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Ain’t heaven just grand?”