t-waves as they came to him. And finally the pastor laughingly gave
it up.

At the next, and final, "demonstration" mystification of another kind
came to the observant Kate. Rising to his feet, the mind-reader announced
that he would now inform a few of the "stronger thinkers" before him the
subject of their thoughts; and both in his manner and tone Kate noted an
unmistakable nervousness. Glancing toward Jack, she saw that his face
also was grave, and with a stirring of apprehension of she knew not what,
she waited.

"The first thought which reaches me," began the professor, "is from Miss
Mary Andrews. Miss Andrews thinks her pretty toque is on straight. It's
not quite. I think one pin is coming out."

Following this laughingly applauded "reading," the speaker informed Miss
James that she was thinking her lace collar was not loose behind. "Which
was quite correct." As also was Mr. Storey's impression that there was
not a long blond hair on his coat collar. "There was not."

Then Kate distinctly saw the speaker take a deep breath.

"Mr. Joseph Potter is a strong thinker," he proceeded. "I read several
thoughts from Mr. Potter."

The old farmer, to whom the whole performance had appeared as nothing
less than magic, leaned out into the aisle, breathless and staring.

"It seems to me, Mr. Potter," the mind-reader went on, "it seems to me
you are thinking about some important business deal--some big deal
concerning land."

The old man's mouth opened.

"Also it seems to me that this land may be worth a great deal more
than--"

There was an exclamation, a commotion, and Burke, the real estate man,
was on his feet. A moment he stood staring, as though doubting his ears,
then catching up his hat he said in a loud voice, "Come, Mr. Potter, we
must go. That other engagement, you know--I had forgotten it."

The old man sprang up, and brushed Burke aside. "Go on! Go on!" he cried
toward the figure on the platform. The startled audience gazed from one
to another. Several arose.

"It seems to me," resumed Alex quietly, "that there is a waterfall on
your farm, and that--"

"Hold on there! Hold on!" The words came in a shout, and springing into
the aisle, Burke strode toward the platform, purple with rage. "What do
you mean? What are you doing?

"Who is this man?" he demanded at the top of his lungs. "I demand to
know! What does he mean by--?"

Swiftly hobbling down the aisle behind him, the old man attempted to
pass