Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-02
Drawings by Karl Anderson


and then tossed che paper covered book on the floor
Valeska looked up from her work. ready for his
eff Stevenson had written that book this year,
he'd have known more about ASSOCIATED personal
ity.' he remarked
Why, it's nothing but parable, that's ALL.
well it might be more; it might be science as
we'll. The fundamental idea is wrong We haven't
only two souls personalities apiece. one good one
bad: we have infinite number. according to
modern psychology. Our normal self can break up
into any number of combinations of its elements
That is why we are different persons when we re
angry when we dream, when we are drunk or insane
q But isn't there subconscious self that runs the
body at such times?" said Vaeska. I've been
reading about it. Some psychologists call 1T the
'sublimina' self"
Rubbish" Astro and walked up and down
nervousy. "They are not psychologists: they are
metaphysicians and not worth considering. They
speak as if there sort of secret, submerged
soul coiled up inside like chicken in egg An
oracle in well! There is no such thing We are
But how about somnambulists who diagnose
their own complaints and predict the course of their
illness? How about the known cases of multiple
Boston? Their alternate selves were distinct and
sepaVya on shon,d read The 1our-1 of Abnormal
fortutous combinations of the normal sefS prop
critics. they are, strictly part-selves The subjects
are simply not all there"
she persisted i read of their suggesting that
subject should Just fifteen hundred and forty-seven
minutes afterward look at his watch and ;, write
down the time He did it. in every such case
And you think he has a subliminal self that
telephones to his waking personality! Nonsense!
They managed to tap the eng part h OF ms
library. There co-conscious personalities
What happens in automatic writing! person
holds pencil in his hand, and it to write of
Itself Spirits? Rubbish! subliminal self? Pop
pycock! The hand transcribes merely records of
thoughts or memories that have been forgotten or
were unnoticed, that's all. We don't think of half
we see and hear; we pass myriads of faces in the
street. for instance; but everything is recorded as
on photographic cylinder and, under abnormal
Wei" said Valeska, it's all uncanny Normal
psychology is difficult enough to understand: but
when one is four five different persons give up.
How many am r., she added merrily, tossing a
mischieyous glance at him, as she put her hat
and turs:
she walked toward the door; but she stopped there
to smile frankly back at him, then threw him good
night and vanished.
A STRO yawned went to the bookcase, and re-
\ turned to the couch with book by Leonide
Heating. For awhile he labored with its grandilo-
ouent mysticism, with the secret of and the
trail crystal of the universe then suddenly he sat
erect A noise in the outer room had attracted his
attention. Another moment told him that Valeska
had returned and speaking to some one. His
name was called.
He went out to find her with strange girl,
strangely clad. Dark haired and dark skinned hand
some oriental, she was of medium height, with a
red shawl drawn about her head. and short plaid
skirt showing her little feet incased in men, heavy
shoes She had a wild frightened look in her eyes,
as Valeska tried to calm her. Her mouth trembed
ptifully and she crouched in attitude of fear
and self placement. Size looked quickly round at
Astro. and for the door. Evidently she saw a
new terror in him, and trembled all over with ex-
element 1t all Valeska could do to restrain her.
Astro looked the girl over deliberately. noting
Ja%o IF md her he