Chicago,   0>ct.  II,   ^S^.
Mr. Hamlin Garland,
%  The Macmillan Co.,
Ehicago, Ilia
University of Southern CaUtorfl*
Dear sir:-
while I am at present reading your book, "Forty years of Psychic
Research*1 and not half through the volume, I am going to take the
liberty to ask your kind indulgence in a problem that is facing
my family, and hoping that you might know the name of a medium in
or near Chicago.
My mother was a magnetic healer, although at the time she cured
people's ills by rubbibg, she knew nothing about the work.  She
knew that when she rubbed pains of the neighbors and the family,
the pains left.
In 1912 I lost a lovely little girl, aged four.  I was almost insane from the loss, and not philosophical about it.  I knew nothing
except that one of the most loved of my family was in the earth.
We had a friend who was a sensitive, and who asked permission to
hold a seance in the room where my baby died.  I couldn't believe
or disbelieve in what she called spiritualism, as I knew nothing of
it.  And I didn't know enough about it to not be frightened.
This woman had never done anything with her gift except to sit
with her family and friends, but she was highly sensitive.  At the
first sitting she had a message from a sister of mine who had died
at the age of twenty-three.  The message was, "Don't worry anyone.
Eileen (My baby) is with me."
This message loosed the tears and I cried very often.  One night
when visiting the city here, our friend ha& another sitting.  They
insisted on my going in the circle.  I went in, rather frightened,
and receiver this message; "Don't cry mother, I here! " Just as
she used to answer me when I called and asked her where she was
when she lived on earth.
Prom then on we were interested i^, the phenomena, but we had this
friend to guide us.  And none of^knew the value of the work from
a standpoint of research, or we might have done some fine things.
We had some things more astonishing than some of the things you
have mentioned in your book.  Two of these things I will tell
you.  I was very ill.  Our family physician said that I had an
abcess on my liver.  I would have to have an operation, and he
didn't assure me that it would be successful.
By this time we had developed our circle so that the trumpet would
rise from the floor, circle the room, touch us etc., One night we
had a message from Eileen, "I will bring a doctor to cure you."
when the message came by the knocks on the trumpet, as we said the
alphabet, it was, "I am Dr. Romoloff, a Polish physician." Then I
was jifi  told to stand up, and the others in the circle were told to