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{{Style S-Small capitals|this time mrs. huntoon, of the eddy family.—spiritualists make the exposure.}}

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{{Style S-Small capitals|The}} following article appeared in the Sunday Herald. Mr. and Mrs. Flint, at whose house the seance was held, are subscribers to the Scientist and known to us personally. We believe them to be careful investigators, and honest in their statements. Their experience confirms that of a trusted correspondent of the Scientist, who, many months ago, in company with Dr. Slade, visited Mrs. Huntoon at Chittenden. Vt. He was unable to get any evidence in her favor. She refused to have any tests applied, even though she was offered one hundred dollars fer two seances. His experience with the Eddy Brothers met with the same results, and Mrs. Markee-Compton of Havana was the only one who would or could give any satisfactory manifestations.  

{{Style S-Small capitals|The}} following article appeared in the Sunday Herald. Mr. and Mrs. Flint, at whose house the seance was held, are subscribers to the Scientist and known to us personally. We believe them to be careful investigators, and honest in their statements. Their experience confirms that of a trusted correspondent of the Scientist, who, many months ago, in company with Dr. Slade, visited Mrs. Huntoon at Chittenden. Vt. He was unable to get any evidence in her favor. She refused to have any tests applied, even though she was offered one hundred dollars fer two seances. His experience with the Eddy Brothers met with the same results, and Mrs. Markee-Compton of Havana was the only one who would or could give any satisfactory manifestations.  

The Herald account says; —

The Herald account says: —

The exposure of mediums is becoming so frequent of late that the question, “Who will be next?" is scarcely asked before it is followed by the report that another has fallen. This time it is Mrs. Huntoon, of “Eddy family” fame. For some days past, Mrs. Huntoon has been delighting the faithful in Worcester and vicinity by those manifestations so often described as beyond the possibility of human production Could it be feared that the spirits would fail her here in the equally aristocratic town of Webster.

The exposure of mediums is becoming so frequent of late that the question, “Who will be next?" is scarcely asked before it is followed by the report that another has fallen. This time it is Mrs. Huntoon, of “Eddy family” fame. For some days past, Mrs. Huntoon has been delighting the faithful in Worcester and vicinity by those manifestations so often described as beyond the possibility of human production Could it be feared that the spirits would fail her here in the equally aristocratic town of Webster.

With the question. “It this my dear mother?” to which was replied in a hoarse and broken whisper, “yes I am your mother.” Mrs. Flint succeeded in arresting the attention of the supposed spirit, and at that instant seized and held the proffered hand.

With the question. “It this my dear mother?” to which was replied in a hoarse and broken whisper, “yes I am your mother.” Mrs. Flint succeeded in arresting the attention of the supposed spirit, and at that instant seized and held the proffered hand.

Instantly Lawyer Wood turned on the gas, which had been left burning for that purpose, revealing to the audience Mrs. Huntoon secure in the hands of her captor, but endeavoring to sink upon the door. Both Mr. Davis and Mr. Flint rushed to the rescue. Mr. Flint raised her, and succeeded in setting her on her feet, but while he was still endeavoring to support her, and in the face of the entire audience, in the full light of I the gas, she threw herself from his support, with the exclama{{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|(* turn this over)}}tion, “There, you've broke both my arms!” and fell nearly prostrate upon the floor. No sooner was she again raised, than she declared that Mrs. Flint had never touched her hand until she broke into the cabinet, and dragged her from her seat.

Instantly Lawyer Wood turned on the gas, which had been left burning for that purpose, revealing to the audience Mrs. Huntoon secure in the hands of her captor, but endeavoring to sink upon the door. Both Mr. Davis and Mr. Flint rushed to the rescue. Mr. Flint raised her, and succeeded in setting her on her feet, but while he was still endeavoring to support her, and in the face of the entire audience, in the full light of I the gas, she threw herself from his support, with the exclama- {{Style S-HPB SB. HPB note|(* turn this over)}}

 

{{Style P-No indent|tion, “There, you've broke both my arms!” and fell nearly prostrate upon the floor. No sooner was she again raised, than she declared that Mrs. Flint had never touched her hand until she broke into the cabinet, and dragged her from her seat.}}

Did she know, or did she not know, that every movement had been distinctly visible to that audience from the moment the light was tuned on, while the same form in the hands of Mrs. Flint had been visible from the instant she was seized? Such, however was the fact. With the same reckless disregard for truth and of the actual knowledge of the twenty to twenty-five witnesses of the occurrence, she declared that Mrs. Flint bad thrown her on the floor, when she fell or threw herself from Mr. Flint’s arms.

Did she know, or did she not know, that every movement had been distinctly visible to that audience from the moment the light was tuned on, while the same form in the hands of Mrs. Flint had been visible from the instant she was seized? Such, however was the fact. With the same reckless disregard for truth and of the actual knowledge of the twenty to twenty-five witnesses of the occurrence, she declared that Mrs. Flint bad thrown her on the floor, when she fell or threw herself from Mr. Flint’s arms.