are all alike. They
cannot hold their fanaticism in check, and it increases as their
years increase. All they will ever achieve for their foolish
fanaticism will be loss of money, softening of the brain and a
lingering death.

MARGARET F. KANE.

This anathema dismayed those who had basely profited by Spiritualism, and
it brought a deeper shock to the hearts of many who were sincere
believers. The publication, however, in the _Herald_, three months later,
of an interview with Mrs. Kane on her arrival in this city, the striking
head-lines of which I have cited above, capped the climax of
consternation. This article is well worthy of reproduction.

The eccentric circles wherein "isms" reign in discordant supremacy
will be probably as deeply exercised over an approaching exposure of
the tricks and illusions of Spiritualism, as they were over the rude
logic of common sense and justice which drew aside the thin veil of
fraud in the case of Madam Diss De Barr, and revealed the real nature
of her flimsy system of deception in all its vulgar absurdity.

I called yesterday at a modest little house in West Forty-fourth
street, and was received by a small, magnetic woman of middle age,
whose face bears the traces of much sorrow and of a world-wide
experience. She was negligently dressed, and she was not in the
calmest possible mood. But she knew what she was talking about when,
in response to my questions, she told a story of as strange and
fantastic a life as has ever been recorded, and declared over and
over again her intention of balancing the account which the world of
humbug-loving mortals held against her, by making a clean breast of
all her former miracles and wonders. In intervals of her talk, when
she had risen from her chair, and paced the room, or had covered her
face with her hands and almost sobbed with emotion, she would seat
herself suddenly at a piano and pour forth fitful floods of wild,
incoherent melody, which coincided strangely with that reminiscent
weirdness which, despite its cynical reality, still characterized the
scene.

This woman, albeit a notorious career has classed her with
mountebanks and worse in the minds of reasonable beings, had yet by
some element or other in her character retained a degree of public
respect. Perhaps it is because months