The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-09-20


jury turned Eugenes thoughts more er
tirely upon Isabel. Never had she SCENE
30 near him, and he calls on a spiritual
With what he believes to be fsabePs spirit
She urges him to be kind to George an
he sfnds his. fierce resentment waning
Going to the hospital to visit the unfortu
nate youth Morgan finds Lucy at the bed
side The plight Of the young man am
tho pallor OF his face gives him such, |
wonderful resemblance to Isabel that tn,
old hate is banished and Georges plea
for forgiveness Is readily accorded by botf
Lucy and her father
~EHE ner name is from a nell an
from amber She Is laughing AM
waving lace handkerchief at me be
cause she is pleased. She says
have made you know who it is"
This was the strangest moment OF
Eugene's life. because, while 1t lasted
he believed that, Isabel Anderson
who was dead, had found means to
speak to him. Though within ten
minutes he doubted 1t, he believed IT
them M F#H
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?H
"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 great trouble. She says
oh, yes, she wants you to be-tO be
kindl That's what she says That's
It. To be kind
Does she"
"She wants you to be kind" said
the voice. "She mods when | 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
Is man. He says"
II don't want to speak to any one
else said Eugene quickly. 81
want"
"This man who has come says that
ne is friend of yours. He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist 81 don't want to speak to any
one else, tell your he cried pas.
siOnately. ''If she is there +" He
p caught his breath sharply, checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept so stipend
GUS thing as true? Evidently il
cOuldi
Mrs. Horner spoke languidly in hel
own voice: did you get anything sat
iSfactOryT she asked. 81 certainly
hope it wasn't like that other time
when you was cross because they
couldn't get anything for you"
mo, no." he said hastily. "This I
was different 1t was very interest |
ing" /
Iln maid he- vc.r& tn his k2t.., crd ;
nothing George could do would ever c
change this bitterness of Eugene. Only |
Georges mother could have changed 1t.
And as Eugene fell asleep that
night, thinking thus bitterly of
George, George in the hospital was
thinking of Eugene. He thought of Eu-
gene Morgan and of the Major; they
seemed to be the same person for
awhile, but he manged to disentangle
them and even to understand why he
mad confused them. Long ago his (
grandfather had been the most strlk-
ing figure of success in the town: .As l
rich as Major ANDERSON - they used to
say. Now it was Eugene. eff l had ]
Eugene MOrgan's money" he would
hear the wOrkmen day-dreaming at the
chemical works; or, ''If Eugene Nor I
gan had hold Of this place you'd see I
things hum T. And the bOarders at the .
table d'hOte spoke Of "the Morgan ;,
Place" as an eighteenth-century !,
grenchn1an spoke of Versailles. Like f,
bis uncle George had perceived that !,
the Morgan Place was the new Am =
0erson mansion. His reverie went back !,
% the palatial days of the mansion, in
his boyhoOd, when he would gallop his ;,
pony up the driveway and order the :
1HrRey stablemen about, while they ~
Ihooped and 0beyed, and his GRANDPA a
her, observing from a window, would ,,
augh and call out to him: "That's A.
dght. George. Make those lazy ras- a,
ais jumpp He remembered his gay y
Dung uncIes, and how the town was .,
isger concerning everything about ;,
hero. and about himself. What a clean, ;,
'retty town 1t had been! And in his T,
everie he saw like pageant before
I'm. the magnificence of the Amber :,
oiis-~its passing, and the passing OF q
he kmbersons themselves. They had ;,
zen slowly engulfed without knowing n
Iow to prevent IT, and almost without :,
what was happening to them. y
he family lot, in the shabby old quar- !,
Or. out at the cemetery, held most Of %
hem now; and the name was swept h
Together from the new city. The =
Lmbersons had passed, and the new r
,eople would pass, and the new people =
hat came after them, and the next y