The Spiritualist

In quest of local colour in that part of France that once was known as
Languedoc, I spent a week last autumn in the little village of
Aubepine. I stayed at the Hotel du Cerf, whereof Jules Coupri is host,
and for companions of an evening I had the village notary, a couple of
grocers, a haberdasher--who was in his way a leader of fashion in
Aubepine--the postmaster, and half-a-dozen young farmers, who were in
the habit of coming there to drink their petit-vin and exchange their
ideas.

A student of h...