The Connecticut labor press., 1919-12-20

Mrs. Homer spoke 1angUIdlY in her own voice: Did you get anything sat iSfactOry?" she asked. "I certainly hope it wasn't like that other time when you was cross because they couldn't get anything for Nou.'
 "NO. mo-" 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 so seem to move through 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 mo- ment or two, what hold had he or 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 mortifying, 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
 
 these scientific data, he had Ieaped 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 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 pret- ty brown-haired, brown-eyed lady, very soul !-caIled to him out of his 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, 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 wistfulness.
 ITO be kind !" If it 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 she would say to him?
 An, we'll enough, and perhaps bit terly enough, he knew the answer to that question! ITO be kind"-to Georgie!
 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, suh!"
 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 a 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 did7"
 "Yes, sir"
 Eugene stared. 'I suppose MT. Nina fer must be pretty bad," he said.
 "Yes, sir. I understand he's liable to get we'll, though, sir" He moved his lever into high speed, and the car went through the heavy traffic like some fast, faithful beast that knew it's 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 it seemed the eyes of Isabel herself were looking at him : never before had the resemblance be-