The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1919-12-26


oh. yes, she wants you to be-to be
kindl That's what she says That's
1t. To be kind"
FDoes she"
"She wants you to be kind" said
the voice. "She mods when tell you
this. Yes; it must be right. She is
very fine lady. Very pretty. She
is- 80 anxious. for you to understand
She hopes and hopes you will. Some
one else wants to speak to you. This
is man. He says"
II don't want to speak to any one.
else," said Eugene quickly. II
want"
"This man who has come says that
he is friend of yours. He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. Il don't want to speak to any
one else, tell you!" he cried pas
sionately. IF she Is there T." He
caught his breath sharply. checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Could
his mind SO easily accept SO stipend
GUS thing as truef Evidently 1t
could!
Mrs. Horner spoke languidly in her
own voice: did you get anything sat-
isfactory?" she asked. 81 certainly
hope 1t wasn't like that other time
when you was cross because they
couldn't get anything for you"
"No. no." he said hastily. "This
was different. 1t was very interest
ing"
He paid her, went to his hotel, and
thence to his train for home. Never
did he so seem to move through a
world of dream-stuff; for he knew
that he was not more credulous than
other men, and II he could believe
what he had believed, though he had
believed 1t for no longer than a mo-
ment or two, what hold had he or
any other human being on reality?
His credulity vanished (or SO he
thought) with his recollection that 1t
was he. and not the alleged "Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber"
facts Of his experience. he found that
Mrs. Horner, or the subdivision Of
Mrs. Horner known as "Lopa," had
told him to think of bell and Of a
color. and that being furnished with
these scientific data, he had leaped
to the conclusion that he spoke with
Isabel ANDERSON!
For a moment he had believed that
Isabel was there. believed that she
was close to him, entreating him-en-
treating him ito be kind" But with
this recollection strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken to him? If his own un-
known consciousness had told tht
"psychic's' unknown consciousness
how to make the picture Of the pret
ty brown-haired, br0wn-eyed lady
hadn't the true Isabel-oh, indeed her
very soul called to him out OF hi'
own true memory of her?
And as the train roared through the
darkened evening he looked out be
yond his window, and saw her as he
had seen her on his journey. few
days ago-an ethereal figure flying be
side the train, but now it seemed t.
him that she kept her face toward hfr
window with an infinite wistfulness
ITO be kindl" II 1t had been
Isabel, was that what she would have
said? If she were anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall
what would be the first thing Shit
would say to him?
All, well enough, and perhaps bit
terly enough, he knew the answer to
that question: ITO be kind"-to
Georgiel
A red cap at the station,
when he arrived, leaped for his bag
abandoning another which the Pull
man porter had handed him. "Yessuh.
Mist Morgan. Yessuh. You car wait
In front the station fer you, Mist Nor
gan, sub i"
And people in the crowd about the
gates turned to stare. as he passed
through, whispering, That's Morgan"
Outside. the neat chauffeur stood
at the door of the touring car like
soldier in whipcord.
"I'll not go home now, Harry" said
Eugene. when he had got in. "Drive
to the City hospital"
"Yes, SIR" the man returned. Miss
Lucy's there. She said she expected
you'd come there before you went
home"
"She did?"
Eyes, SIR"
Eugene stared. II suppose Mr.. Nina
fer must be pretty bad" he said.
Eyes, sir. / understand he's liable
to get well. though, SIR" He moved
his lever into high speed, and the car
went through the heavy traffic like
some fast. faithful beast that knew its
way about. and knew its masters need
of haste. Eugene did not speak again
until they reached the hospital.
Fanny met him In the upper corri-
dor, and took him to an open door.
He stopped on the threshold,
startled; for. from the waxen face on
the pillow, almost 1t seemed the eyes
of Isabel herself were looking at him:
never before had the resemblance be
tween mother and son been SO strong
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