ne of the church elders advanced to the
board, and while writing, fixed his eyes on something in his half-opened
hand.

Without hesitation the blindfolded unknown announced, "Mr. Storey is
writing the name of one of the Apostles, but is thinking of a penknife."

The clapping which followed was scattered and brief. "It's simply
uncanny," exclaimed one of Kate's neighbors. Kate, glancing back toward
Jack, shook her head. Up there, in full view, she could not possibly see
how he could have anything to do with it.

At this point the minister again stepped forward. "Will you answer a few
questions?" he scrawled.

"With pleasure, Mr. Borden."

"How old am I?"

"Forty-nine next September."

The minister ran his fingers through his hair, perplexedly.

"How old is Mrs. Borden?"

There was a slight pause, then in gallant tones came the answer,
"Twenty-two."

Amid a renewal of laughter, and much clapping from the ladies, the
minister was about to turn away, when on second thought he turned back,
and wrote:

"Name the twelve Apostles."

For the first time the learned seer displayed signs of uneasiness. After
some stumbling, however, he completed the list.

With a twinkle in his eyes, the preacher inscribed a second question,
"Name Joshua's captains."

Prof. Click cleared his throat, ran his fingers down his beard, moved
uneasily in his chair, and at length, while a smile began to spread over
the room, shook his head.

"But I am thinking of them--hard," declared the minister, chuckling.

The professor was again about to shake his head, when suddenly he paused,
then replied boldly, "Shem, Ham, Hezekiah, Hittite, Peter, Goliath,
Solomon and Pharaoh."

It was during the shouts of merriment following this ridiculous response
that Kate's mystification began to dissolve. Glancing again toward her
brother, she saw that, despite a show of laughing, there was an
uneasiness in his face similar to that shown by the professor. And when
presently she saw him cast a covertly longing eye toward a pile of Bibles
in the next window, she turned back to the platform, silently laughing.
She thought she had discovered the source of the "thought waves."

The success of the brazenly invented answer to the last question,
meantime, had quite restored the professor's confidence, and as the
minister went on, he continued to respond in the same ridiculous fashion,
claiming, on the minister's protest, that he was only reading the
though