Raspberry Jam by Carolyn Wells
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page 67 of 299 (22%)
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"Well, never mind trying; I'll just tell you about it." Hanlon laughed good-naturedly at the frantic attempts of all of them to open their eyes in accordance with his directions. "Anyhow, you gentleman know, for I know you all belong to a big athletic club, that if you exercise any set of muscles regularly and for a long time, they will develop and expand and become greatly increased in size and strength." "Sure," said Hendricks. "I once developed my biceps--" "Yes, that's what I mean. Well, sir, I worked at my forehead muscles some hours a day for months and I kept at it until I had those muscles not only developed and in fine working condition but absolutely under my control. Look!" They gazed, fascinated, while the strange visitor moved the skin of his forehead up and down and sideways, and in strange circular movements. He seemed distinctly proud of his accomplishment and paused for approbation. "Marvelous, Holmes, marvelous!" exclaimed Hendricks, who had discovered that Hanlon did not resent jocularity, "but--what for?" "Can't you guess?" and the young man smiled mysteriously. "Try." "Give it up," and Hendricks shook his head. "I think it's more wonderful to get thought-transference by wiggling your forehead |
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