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The Phonogram (1901-12)

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return, on looking over the files of newspapers that had y g Hn nlarwi during my absence I chanced upon the follow- ing obituary notice.. “Died suddenly, on Thursday May 10th, 1900, Mrs. “Jane Early, in her 56th year, of heart disease. “Western papers please copy.’* Then in another column I read a full account of how the lived alone and was found Head in her bed by a neighbor who had called to see how she was getting along. Search had been made among her papers for a will, but none could be found, and it was supposed she had died intestate. Like a (it was almost an inspiration) I thought of the Phonograph and wondered if she had left any last wishes to be carried out through its medium. It is needless to state I was a passenger on the first train going East. On my arrival I found my aunt had been dead three weeks and the reason a telegram had not been sent informing me of the sad occurrence was that they supposed me to be in Europe as I was not due in this country for some time to come, and they did not know my foreign address. I went direct to my aunt’s late residence, now gloomy and deserted, and as I passed up the path leading to the front door I looked towards the old fashioned veranda where in life she used to sit, and wondered if she still sat there in spirit, though unseen by mortal eyes. I entered and commenced my search for the Phonograph, it having been removed from its usual place. I found it stored away in the attic covered with dust, and probably forgotten. 1 carried it downstairs, along with the records, and started to reproduce them, intending to go over each one. I tried one after another without success, but on starting the fifth