The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1919-12-06

boclk TO this absurd place and causeu
him TO be watching this aosuru "oln
an taking q nap in q chairF IN Dr1eI'
What the devil did he mean by ltF ne
had NOT the slightest interest In MrS
Horners naps-or in her tee'h' VIM"
were being slightly revealed ny the "
conscious partiaE of her lips, us hsr
breathing became heavier.
How long was he going to sit mere
presiding over this unknown Woinaii
slumbers? 1t struck him that to MAKE
the nicture complete he ought TO De
shooting flies away from her Win
palm-leaf fan. s
Mrs Horner's parted lips closed
again abruptly, and became com
messed: her shoulders moved Il NIUE,
then ierIled repeatedly; her smah
chest heaved; she gasped' ana 'lle
COMPRESSED lips relaxed to a sllsh'
contortion. then began to move WINS
pering and bringing forth lh''lS''N-
guishable mutterings.
Suddenly she spoke in loud huShy
> voice:
= "Lopa is herew
Eyes" Eugene said dryly. "Ihat ;
o what you said last time. renellinel
y .Lopa.' She's your control 1 think
: you said" o,oo
I'm Lopa herself"
you mean I'm to suppose you II
~ not Mrs. Horner now?
"Never was Mrs. HOrner" the voice
declared, speaking undeniabiy from
Mrs. Horner's lips-but with such COLI
viction that Eugene, in spite OF every
thing, began to feel himself IN tl'
presence of a third party, VINO wa
none the less an individual, ever
| though she might be another edltlol
H of the apparently somnambulistlc MrS
Il Horner. Never was Mrs. Horner D
Il ANYBODY but just Lopa. Guide
II "You mean you're Mrs. Horner
IN guide?" he asked.
III your guide now" said the VOC
III with emphasis, to which was lncC'
DI cruously added low laugh. Ao
came here once before. Lopa remel
| berS."
nj "Yes-so did Mrs. Horner."
lNl Iona overlooked his implication, al
lIS continued quickly: You build. Bun
WIN things that go. You came here Oh
IDb and old gentleman on this side'
Uln smoke to you. Same old gentlem
IM here now. He tell Lopa he's yo
.lH prandfather-no, he says father IL
. your father"
whats his appearanceF
IL "HowT'
VIZ "What does he look liker'
III "yery fine! White beard, but
rthT+t long beard. He says some one
lHNl wants to speak to you. See M
V"Il Lady. Not his wife, though.
Very fine lady! Fine lady, fine LAD
"fs II nv sister," Eugene asked.
"Sister? No. She is shaking
-. head. She has pretty brown hair
Is fond Of you. She is some one
-ly of knows YOU very well, but she Is
that l vour sister. She Is very anxious
nctly. saw something to you-very anXi
' she Very fond Of you; very anxious 10
to YOU. Very glad you came here
letter very glad"
e odd 'sWhat is her Manner
IN ad- shame" the voice repeated
e six seemed to ruminate. "Name har
sailed oet-always very hard for l
having Name. She wants to tell me her
Of the +o tell Won. She wants you to u
was a stand names are hard to make.
ad be- SAYS Won must think of something
. But makes a sound" Here the
headed seemed to put a question to an
adven- lille presence and to receive al
wing a swer. "a little sound or big 81
e hard She saws it might be little sou
suscep- n big sound. She says rms
ars are. Iona knows! She means bell!
th, Eu- it, bell"
Mt bust Eugene looked grave. Doe
we'd ar moan her name is BelleT"
ay with "Not quite. Her name is Ions
he hotel "Perhaps," he suggested, "she
ors was chat she was belle"
ntolera- "No. She Says she thinks you
ne must what she means. She says yor
err voice think of a color. What colorF
id some Lopa addressed the unknown b
Under time seemed to wait for an ansN
it'll COM "Perhaps she means the color
medium" eyes?" said Eugene.
accounts mo. she says Hoi SOiOA -
lcquaint- IFS a light color and you
through it"
rotesque. "Amber?" he said, and was S
,ncourag- for Mrs. Homer, with her ey
who had closed, clapped her hands, q
tisfactor- voice cried out in delight:
hing was "yesi She says you know '
present "a from amber. Amber!
Hfe was That's it! She says you III
e." Mrs. what her name is from
as from amber. She is lauf -
e seemed waving a lace Handkerchief al
matter-ol- cause she is pleased. 'ne
ubt at all have made you know W II
10 Mrs. This was the strange L mn I.
meeung Eugene's life, because fniie :
e Dooth ~ he believed that. lsaoel ~
e the APP NC dood had found ms
feebly at "no IT,, Though viii
the group speaA ~ doubted 1t, he bell
apartment minutes
- ho wos then. -, hs.d n,
langed her +oh M,s and. his head betwe
new one S ta he leaned forw'rd' sta sta
be niece I 4no Commonplace fgup in tn
ade an ap- the co" aJvbot does ae wish
fvo O'clock cnalT'