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65“You must sit for my picture if you wish to……”(Here the writing breaks into a large and unreadable scrawl. An evilly-disposed spiritcame in and wrote.)“You are both too stupid ; good-bye. I hate you.” (The signature was unintelligible.Hudson presently returned.)Hudson : “I went away when you could not oblige me. I have some right. I want mypicture just to test my power. I have waited for two years on this girl’s step to get” (here followsa crude drawing of a picture). “I am angry at you both for not assisting me ; that is why I writeBig, so you can see the way the ether blows.”(I suggested that I had not time to wait for the development of the picture, if taken. I wasgoing away the next day.)A.: “You don’t have to. She can mail it……You are wasting time. Get your plate-holderand camera.” (I said I would not remain up until twelve o’clock.) “Yes ; don’t sit up ! Callyour sub-conscious mind, and the picture will appear on the plate ; it is possible to be irritatedhere.” (I did not believe in the success of the experiment, and I said I should be unable to obligeMr. Hudson.)Hudson : “You must, or I shall never come again to you—not in February. I don’t want itonly for my own benefit, as it is my desire to investigate my power. If I come to you, can’t youreciprocate ? Life here is carried on in the same working plane. I want to see if I can…” (Isaid : “That seems reasonable.”) “Just sit still ; don’t come…” (This last remark was in answerto one by me saying I was unable to come back at midnight.) “Just think, if you are awake ; or,before you go to sleep, charge your mind with the spirit-picture.” (Mrs. Georgia declared that itwas too dark a day to get a focus for the picture ; her experience had been that interior workrequired far more light.) “You mind your affair. I will attend to my Business. That’s myBusiness to get the picture.”(To restore harmony we decided to do as Hudson desired. The camera was set up, and hisdirections followed to the letter. It was a very dull day, but focus was obtained by my holding alighted candle. Hudson afterwards expressed himself as much satisfied, and we parted amicably,he saying, “It is not a failure.” However when the plates were developed, two days later, no spiritform was visible. It was a remarkable print. With twelve counts—say nine seconds—exposurein a dark room, nothing ought to have appeared at all, whereas two distinct pictures wereproduced, full of detain.). . . .I propose to relate in this chapter all I know of Mr. Hudson, regardless of sequence in thedates of my investigations. The reader will find this clearer than if I reverted to somephenomenon in which this spirit was involved, in the middle of a description of other types ofspiritualistic manifestations. I may say here that I have not strictly obeyed Hudson’s injunction to“edit” his writing through Mrs. Georgia. I think it is best for the reader to see exactly how thesentences came. All I have done is to punctuate what he said, and to add a word at wide intervalswhere otherwise a phrase would have been misunderstood.(49) On a preconcerted date, 10 p.m.., New York time, January 20, I sat at a table in myroom at the Auditorium Annex Hotel, Chicago, and read over several times the following message:—Mr. Thomson Jay Hudson,Will you tell Mrs. Georgia, “your girl,” that Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, is to project herportrait on Friday morning ? My sister’s portrait is splendid.W. Usborne Moore,“A man of the Sea.”