Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 11, 3/12 by Estelle Roberts

The trumpet slowly moved towards me and a voice, obviously belonging to a young girl, said: “I will, All right. I will . . . “
From long experience I knew that the way to get the best results was to encourage the communicators to speak, not to ply them with questions which could have a rebuffing effect. “Come along,” I urged, “you are going to try to give me a message. Come and talk to me.”

The voice replied: “I will if I am allowed to talk. A kind man brought me here.”
Then, very slowly, but distinctly, she declared: “My name is Bessy Manning. I died with tuberculosis last Easter. I have brought my brother, Tommy with me; he was killed by a motor car. My mother has prayed because she reads your paper, and has asked that some day the great guide, Red Cloud, would bring me here.”

In the psychic journal which I edited at the time, I had described some of these voice séances, and Bessy was indicating that her mother had read what I had printed. “I will send a message to your mother tomorrow,” I told the girl.

Bessy expressed gratitude and continued: “Tell mother that I still have my two long plaits. I am twenty-two, and I have got blue eyes. Tell her I want her to come here. Could you bring her?” Very wistfully she added, “She is not rich – she is poor.”

“I will see if I can bring her” I replied.
“She is so unhappy,” Bessy went on. “She says she lost both of us. You will help her, won’t you? God will bless you if you help her. Thank you . . . thank you . . . . thank you . . .”

“Before I can send a message to your mother,” I told Bessy, “I must know where she lives, for I do not know her.”
“Bessy’s reply came without hesitation. “I will tell you,” she said. Slowly and distinctly she gave the address, “14, Canterbury Street, Blackburn.”

“Red Cloud,” I said, “there must be thousands who pray for comfort like her mother.”
“I have only one instrument,” he answered, with a note of sadness in his voice.
“Will you invite her mother to the next séance?” I asked her. “Will I?” he replied. “Would you?”