Before Ole died, he promised Lena to try to contact her through a spiritualist. Sure enough, Lena went to Madame Trokelson to arrange a séance. “Ole. . .Ole. . .can you hear me?” asked Lena. “Yah, Lena,” came on eerie voice, “I can hear you.” “Vell, den Ole, how is it vhere you are?” “Oh,” said Ole, “it is a beautiful here. The sky is so blue and da grass is so green. And...