The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1919-11-27

AAAAS IS d great lCOuDlcs ouc Soyo"
oh, yes, she wants you to be-to be
kind! That's what she says That's
it. To be kind"
"DOes She"
"She wants you to be kind" sai3
the voice. "She mods when I tell you
this. Yes; it must be right. She ii
a very fine lady. Very pretty. She
is so anxious for you to understand.
She hopes and hopes you will. Some
n else wants to speak to you. This
is a He says"
II don't want to speak to any one
else" said Eugene quickly. u
want"
"This man who has come says that
he is a friend of yours. He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. Il don't want to speak to any
n else, I tell you" he cried pas
%sionately. IF she is there l." He
caught his breath sharply, checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Gould
his mind so easily accept so stipend
u a thing as true? Evidently it
could!
Mrs. Horner spoke languidly in her
own voice: did you get anything sat-
isfactory?" she asked. II 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. 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 q
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 a mo
ment or two, what hold had he Of
any other human being on reality?
His credulity vanished Tor so he
thought) with his recollection that tt
was he, and not the alleged "Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber
Going over the notifying, plafr
facts of his, experience, he found that
Mrs. Homer, or the subdivision OF
Mrs. Horner known as "Lopa," hat
told him to think of q bell and Of .
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 thai
Isabel was there, believed that she
was close to him. entreating him-en
treating him ITO be kind" But will
this recollection a strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had sh.
not spoken to him? If his own I'm
known consciousness had told the
"psychic's" unknown consciousness
how to make the picture Of the pref
ty brown-haired, b~rown-eyed lady
hadn't the true Isabel-oh, indeed he.
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 hi
had seen her on his journey, a few
days ago-an ethereal figure. flying be
side the train, but now it seemed tt
him that she kept her face toward hi.
n4uuOW Will uA AlAAAulIO "AcIAu4A1CS0s
80. "To be kind!" If 1t had beer
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?
All, well enough, and perhaps. bit.
terly enough, he knew the answer to
tho& r,,octs1rf SGTo, h0 1r3oID-tH
George!
... A red cap at the station.
Wien 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.
"Ill not go home now, Harry. said
Eugene, when he had got in. "Drive
to the City hospital"
"Yes, SIR" the roam returned. "AIiss
Lucy's there. Size said she expected
you'd come theirs before you went
home"
"She dido"
"Yes, sir"
Eugene stared. Il suppose Mr.. Nina
fer must be pretty bad," he said.
"Yes, sir. I 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 it seemed the eyes
of Isabel herself were looking at him: