Evening star., 1912-11-17

said, moving toward the door of her COM
panion's room. "Goodby. Do get good
night S rest"
After she had gone Sylvester looked with
4 vague sense of discomfort at the beautiful
country before him. What did it ali mean?
Hang it," he growled, Il wish knew
whether | am Jimmy Sylvester or not. And
wish knew whatever it is she knows
CHAPTER II.
DERHAPS it was due to the flicker of OBJ
stinacv that Mrs. Beldon's reception of
| his name had aroused in him, but during the
next day or two the new Jimmy Sylvester
| found it increasingly easy to invent or re-
| member Che did not know which, facts per-
| tanning to the experiences OF Jimmy Sylves-
| ter He did not DO this consciously: usually
after he woke up he would seem to know a
| fresh chain OF Sylvester associations.
These came out in his conversations with
Mrs. Beldon. 1t was natural that they
| should talk about themselves. Although he
| watched her remarks very closely, he could
| not see that she was undulv questioning him.
| But he was glad of her remarks and ques-
tons. because they seemed to draw out of
him some kind of past. He longed for past,
as ardently as any plain girl, anyone OF the
sad army of the disinherited, could long for
lover. During the few days that he re-
NAMED at the hospital he saw a good deal of
Mrs Beldon. Usually her companion was
with her,-a thin, sad woman. who spoke
very little and then only to sigh for her own
green, rainy country.
Il suppose vou haven't begun to think of
Your sailing YETI" asked Mrs. Beldon, the
morning after their first conversation.
Haven't |, though? | can feel the ship
under my feet now. he returned.
t. I I to
/ back to my ange-devil-child. Where do you
sail from"
"Cherbourg: | suppose he returned. Il
haven't thought yet.
Il supposed YOU might be returning to
your friends in England. The doctor men
toned that you had left your party there.
"Yes; but I'm not going back. | want to
get to New York as soon as | can.
| He felt that in New York there would
probably be people and places he knew,
which would bring him back to himself with
rush. He had begun to think of people he
had heard of who had disappeared from their
ha,1nts, and always they seemed to come
| back. Perhaps a man named Smith would
be waiting on woman IN grocery store IN
| San Francisco: mist would suddenly clear
from his brain, and he would remember that
he was Tones who owned a store in Phiadel-
phia Sylvester had never heard of a case
where the greeting of a friend brought back
| to consciousness a man who had lost his
| identity; but anything was possible in this
/ strange world, where consciousness seemed
/ to play more tricks than it was allowed
to in the good old days, when anything
that looked like magic could be burned or
drowned out of one along with ones life.
| Il have place on the Hudson, on account
Of Frances Helen" said Mrs. Beldon, land
my aunt Mrs. Chester who lives with me,
likes it, but | love the streets, so | keep an
apartment in New York too"
Evidently she had plenty of money, he
thought. He wished he knew whether or not
he had any, and if so where it was. "New
York isn't my home" he offered; @but |
STAY there more or less.
"It isn't anybody's home, really she said.
"It's just kind of headquarters. It's nice
to step to Europe from, and to see theaters
in, and YOU meet your friends at dinners, and
so on: but there isn't time really to live in
| New York. was born there
II was born in the Vest he said. He
seemed to know that he spoke the truth.
| He could not always distinguish in feeling
between what was true and what he had to
| fabricate in self defense.
"You talk like an Fastener though, she
said.
"AIy mother was an EaSterner and then