Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-12-26

AAA6 - q graf ltOuolcs sue o4yB--
oh, yes, she wants you to be--to Be
kindI That's what she says. That's
1t. To be kind.'
.Does She"
@She wants you to be kind said
the voice. ''She mods when tell you
this. Yes; 1t must be right. She Is
very fine lady. Very pretty. She
is so anxious for you to understand.
She hopes and hopes you VIII. 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 your he cried pas
sionately. "If she is there II" He
caught his breath sharply. checked
| himself. and sat in amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept SO stipend.
Gus thing as true1 Evidently Il
could
Mrs. Horner spoke languldly IN her
own voice; "Did you get anything sat
isfactoryy' she asked Il certainly
hope it wasn't like that other time
I when you was cross because they
couldn't get anything for you."
+ mo- no" he said hastily. 'sTlhs
was different. It was very interest
ing"
He paid her, went to his hotel, and
/ thence to his train for home. Never
] did he 50 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 Tor no longer than a mo-
ment or two. what hold had he or
any other human being on reaiity7
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 mortlfying. plain
facts of his experience, he found that
Mrs. Horuer. or the subdivision OF
Mrs. Horner known as 'Iopa" had
told him 60 think OF a bell and H 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, ertreating him-en-
treating him Ito be kind" But with
this recollection q strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken to hlmY II his own UNI
known consciousness had told the
''psychic's" unknown consciousness
how to make the picture of the pref
ty hrownhalred. hrown-eyed lady.
hadn't the true Isabel-oh. indeed her
very soul i--called to him out Of his
own true memory of herr
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 1t seemed to
him that she kept her face toward his
window with an infinite usefulness.
"To be kindw If II had been
Isabel, was that what she would have
said? If she we're anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall.
what would be the first thing she
would say to him?
All, well enough, and perhaps BIT
terly enough, he knew the answer to
that question: "T0 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, EEe Nor
gan. sub =
| 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.
'T'll not so home now, Harry" said
Eugene, when he had got in. Drive
to the City hospital"
/ Eyes, SIR the man returned. miss
Lucy's there. She said she expected
you'd come there before you went
| home"
"She did2'
eyes, sir"
Eugene stared. II suppose Mr. Mos.
fer mufst 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. end knew its masters need
of haste. Eugene did not speak again
until they reached the hosl ltal.
Fanny met him In the upper corri-
dor. and took him to an open door.
4 He stopped on the threshold,
startled; Tor, 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-