CHAPTER XII.

SPIRIT AND MORTAL.--FATHER AND DAUGHTER.

"At this point, Mr. Flagg, I wish you to carefully note the significance

of the strange event which soon followed. Christmas Eve, 1903, found me

here alone, seated at my desk, alternately reading, musing and writing.

All day a terrific snow storm had been raging, at nightfall it continued

with increased severity. I could hear the fierce gale shriek as it

lashed the tree tops furiously. I shuddered when I thought what danger

such a gale might mean to the good steamer, bearing my father homeward

bound across the rough, icy waters of that far off wintry sea; that

yawning, terrible, treacherous sea!

"During the afternoon I had been nervous and lonely. As a solace, I had

a long talk from my mother through the trumpet, which cheered and

comforted me greatly, especially her confident promise that I should

hear from papa even sooner than I had hoped. Over this I was musing when

a strange thing happened. I was startled by the low tones of a familiar

voice from the trumpet. Almost frozen with fear, I heard: 'Do not be

frightened, my darling; I am your father, Fennimore Fenwick, who loves

you, if possible, more than ever. A frightful storm wrecked the steamer

and released me from my body. Nearly all of the passengers and crew

perished with me. A few still survive; they are in a single open boat,

tossing helplessly in the awful surge of that wild waste of water,

possibly they may yet be saved. My dear wife, Martina, your own

beautiful mother, was watching and waiting for me at the scene of the

wreck. Hers the beautiful arms that welcomed me as I was born into the

new life of the spirit. How glorious it was that she, so dear to me,

could be there. In the radiance and splendor of all her spiritual

loveliness, I was charmed almost to the point of forgetfulness. I seemed

to be floating on the bosom of a sea of golden mist, my spirit filled

with a measureless contentment. Presently I awoke to a vivid

consciousness of my new life. In the light of the loving eyes of my

peerless Martina, I was soon made to realize that I had just passed

painlessly from life mortal to life spiritual. I perceived that time and

space no longer barred the flight of my freed spirit. Hand in hand we

came; almost before I knew it we were here. Thanks to your mediumship,

and to this trumpet, I could come and speak to you so soon. Yes, my dear

child, we three, a loving trio, are still united just as of yore. I

shall be permitted to help you, from this side of life, to carry out and

complete my plans and purposes regarding improved modes of farm life. I

wrote you from Alaska on the fifth of this month, announcing my

intention of sailing on the tenth; that letter came by a Victoria

steamer and will soon reach you. At that time I was weighed down by a

premonition of some impending disaster. So seriously was I impressed,

that I at once made arrangements with Dewitt C. Dunbar, in case of my

death, to continue to operate the mine in partnership with you on the

terms now in force, and this he was perfectly willing to do. By the

terms of my will, now in the hands of my attorneys at Washington, you

are at this moment, sole heir to my large fortune. As you know, I long

ago placed my brothers and sisters beyond the reach of want. Well do I

know, my dear girl, that I can trust you perfectly, to carry forward my

work.'

"As his voice ceased to vibrate in the trumpet, I sprang to my feet

with outstretched and imploring hands: 'Father!' I cried, 'How can I do

this work alone? I am yet but a child, with a very limited business

experience to fit me for this great responsibility.' He at once replied:

'Fear not, my child. Faithful, capable, and trustworthy help shall be

brought to you. At all times I shall be near, to advise, and to guard

you and your interests. Go forward bravely in the conscious power of

your own potential spirit, dominant and dauntless. Armed with the

majesty and mystery of your mediumship, all obstacles shall yield, and

naught shall prevail over you!' This prophetic command, so thrilling, so

imperative, touched and stirred my inner self; my soul responded to the

appeal. In one brief moment I regained my self control; was calm, could

think clearly and reason logically.

"At intervals throughout the night I continued to consult with my

parents. My father advised me to write at once, announcing his death,

and requesting Mr. Dunbar to fix a time at which he could meet me in San

Francisco, for a conference. This I did at the earliest practicable

moment."

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