Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-12-23

none the less an individual, even
though she might be another edition
OF the apparently somnambulistic Mrs.
Horner. Never was Mrs. Horner or
anybody but just Lopa. Guide"
You mean you're Mrs. Horners
guide?" he asked.
your guide now" said the voice
with emphasis, to which was incon-
gruously added a low laugh. you
came here once before. Lopa remem-
bers."
"Yes-sO did Mrs. Homer"
Lopa overlooked his implication, and
continued quickly: "You build. But d
things that go. You came here once
and old gentleman on this side, he
spoke to you. Same old gentleman
here now. He tell Lopa he's your
grandfather-no he says father He's
your father"
whats his appearance7
"How?
"What does he look likeY
very fine! White beard, but not
long beard. He says some one else
wants to speak to you. See here.
Lady. Not his wife, though. No.
Very fine lady! Fine lady, fine ladyl I"
us 1t my sister?' Eugene asked.
SISTER? No. She is shaking her
head. She has pretty brown hair. She
Is fond OF you. She is some one who
knows you very well, but she is not
your sister. She is very anxious to
say something to you-very anxious.
Very fond of you; very anxious to talk
to you. Very glad you came here-oh.
very glad!"
"What is her name?"
Name" the voice repeated. and
seemed to ruminate. "Name hard to
getaways very hard for Lopa.
Name. She wants to tell me her name
to tell you. She wants you to under
stand names are hard to make. She
says you must think of something that
makes a sound" Here the voice
seemed to put question to an invis-
ible presence and to receive an an
swer. "A little sound or a big sound?
She says it might be a little sound or
big sound. She says a ring-Oh,
Lopa knows She means bell That's
1t, bell"
Eugene looked grave. 'Does she
mean her name is BELIEF"
tNot quite. Her name is longer"
Perhaps" he suggested, "she means
that she was a belle"
mo. She Says she thinks you know
what she means. She says you must
think Of color. What color?" Again
Lopa addressed the unknown, but this
time seemed to wait for an answer.
perhaps she means the color of her
eyes?" said Eugene.
"No. She says her color is light
It's light color and you can see
through it"
"Amber?" he said, and was startled,
for Mrs. Homer, with her eyes still
closed, clapped her hands, and the
voice cried out in delight:
"Yesl She says you know who she
Is from amber. Amber! Amber |!
That's it, She says you understand
what her name is from a bell and
from amber. She is laughing and
waving a lace handkerchief at me be-
cause she is pleased. She says 1
have made you know who it is"
This was the strangest moment of
Eugene's life, because, while it lasted,
he believed that, Isabel Anderson,
who was dead, had found means 10
speak to him. Though within ten
minutes he doubted it. he believed it
then.
His elbows pressed hard upon the
table, and, his head between his
hands, he leaned forward, staring at
the commonplace figure in the easy
chair. "What does she wish to say
to me?
''She is happy because you know
her. No-she is troubled. Ola
great trouble Something she wants
to tell you. She wants so much to
tell you. She wants LOpa to tell you.
This is a great trouble. She says
oh, yes, she wants you to be-to be
kind That's what she says. That's
it. To be kind"
docs she"
"She wants you to be kind. said
the voice. "She mods when l tell you
this. Yes; it 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
one else wants to speak to you. This
fc man He SAWS
II don't want to speak to any one
else" said Eugene quickly. 81
want"
"This man who has come says that
he is a friend of yours He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. 81 don't want to speak to any
one else, / tell you'll" he cried pas
sionately. eff she is there +" He
caught his breath sharply, checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept so stipend
GUS a thing as true? Evidently it
couldl
Mrs. Herner spoke languidly in her
own voice: did you get anything SAT-
isfactory?p she asked. Il certainly
hope it 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 caon RI paova fhrouph 9
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 1t
was he, and not the alleged ''Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber"
Going over the Notifying, plain