It is a difference of degree, not of kind.
This is my first letter from the spirit world, and it comes via Salem, Ohio! I have had a curious message or two, witness the unknown correspondent who for several years at intervals sent me a playing card in an envelope, so that it was nothing unusual for me to receive the deuce of spades with my bacon and eggs, or the knave of diamonds for tea. But this one stands in a class by itself.
It has, in Mr. Cameron’s absence, been forwarded to me by his secretary.
“My dear Mr. Porter:
“In Mr. Cameron’s absence on his vacation I am forwarding the enclosed message at the request of the writer, who appears to have considerable faith in our ability to locate the person for whom it is intended!
“We have had no previous correspondence with the young lad
