Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1919-11-27

on, yes, Sne WdntS o 10 Oe-~fO he
kindi That's what she says That's
1t. To be kind"
"Does She"
"She wants you 10 be kind" said
the voice. "She mods when / tell you
this. Yes; 1t must be right. She is
a very fine lady. Very pretty. She
is so anxious for you to understand
She hopes and hopes you will. Some
n else wants to speak to you. This
is a man. He says"
II don't want to speak to any one
else" said Eugene quickly. -
want"
"This man who has come says that
he is a friend of yours. He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. Il don't want to speak to any
one else, I tell you'll" he cried pas
sionately. eff she is there L" He
caught his breath sharply. checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Gould
his mind so easily accept so stipend.
Gus a thing as true? Evidently it
couldi
Mrs. Homer spoke languidly in her
own voice: ibid you get anything sat.
isfactory" she asked. 81 certainly
hope it wasn't like that other time
when you was cross because they
couldn't get anything for you"
mo, no." he said hastily. "This
was different. It was very interest.
ing"
He paid her, went to his hotel, and
thence to his train for home. Never
did he 10 seem to move through q
world of dream-stuff; for he knew
that he was not more credulous than
other men, and if he could believe
what he had believed, though he had
believed it for no longer than a mo.
ment or two, what hold had he OF
any other human being on reality?
His credulity vanished Cor so he
thought) with his recollection that it
was he, and not the alleged "Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber"
Going over the notifying, plain
facts of his experience. he found that
Mrs. Horner, or the subdivision OF
Mrs. Horner known as "Lopa," had
told him to think of a bell and of a
color, and that being furnished with
these scientific data, he had Ieaped
to the conclusion that he spoke with
Isabel Anderson!
For a moment he had believed that
Isabel vas there, believed that she
was close to him, %entreating him-en.
treating him ito be kind" But with
this recollection a strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken to him? If his own un.
known consciousness had told the
"psychic's" unknown consciousness
how to make the picture of the pref
ty brown-haired, brown-eyed lady,
hadn't the true Isabel-oh, indeed her
very soul !-called to him out of his
true memory of her?
And as the train reared through the
darkened evening he looked out be-
yond his window, and saw her as he
had seen her on his journey, a few
days ago-an ethereal figure flying be-
side the train, but now it seemed to
him that she kept her face toward his
window with an infinite usefulness.
"To be kindT If it had been
Isabel, raj that what she would have
said? If she were anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall,
would be the first thing she
would say to him?
All, well enough, and perhaps Bit
'erly enough, he knew the answer to
hat question! "To be kind"-to
A red cap at the station,
when he arrived, leaped for his bag,
lbandQning another which the Pull
IAN porter had handed him. "Yessuh,
list Morgan. Yessuh. You a wait
front the station fer you, Mist Nor
an, sub"
And people in the crowd about the
ates turned to stare, as he passed
through, whispering, "That's Morgan"
Outside, the neat chauffeur stood
t the door of the touring car like a
older in whipcord.
It'll not go home now, Harry" said
when he had got in. "Drive
} the City hospital"
YES, sir" the man returned. "Miss
ucy's there. She said she expected
ou'd come there before yen went
"She did,"
"Yes, sir"
Eugene stared. II suppose Mr.. Nina
# must be pretty bad" he said.
Eyes, sir. I understand he's liable
get well, though, SIR" He moved
IS lever into high speed, and the car
ent through the heavy traffic like
'me fast, faithful beast that knew it's
ay about, and knew it's masters need
haste. Eugene did not speak again
1til they reached the hospital.
Fanny met him in the upper corri-
II, and took him to an open door.
He stopped on the threshold.
artled; for, from the waxen face on
e pillow, almost it seemed the eyes
Isabel herself were looking at him:
'ver before had the resemblance be-
'een mother and son been so strong
and Eugene knew that now he had
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