The Connecticut labor press., 1919-12-20

had not the slightest interest in Mrs. HOrner's naDs-Or in her teeth, which were being slightly revealed by the un- conscious parting of her lips, as her | breathing became heavier.
 How long was he going to sit here presiding over this unknown WOman's slumberS? It struck him that to make the picture complete he ought to be shoOing flies away from her with a paIm-leaf fan.
 Mrs. HOrner's parted lips closed again abruptly, and became com pressed her shoulders moved a little, | then jerked repeatedly; her small chest heaved; she gasped, and the compressed lips relaxed to a slight contortion, then began to move, whis- pering and bringing forth indistin- | guishable mutterings.
 Suddenly she spoke in loud, husky voice:
 'Lopa is here '"
 "Yes," Eugene said dryly. That's what you said last time. I remember 'Lopa.' She's your control I think you said"
 ''Tm Lopa," said the husky voice. | I'm LOpa herself"
 "You mean I'm to suppose you're not Mrs. HOrner now?" "Never was Mrs HOrner!" the voice declared, speaking undeniably from Mrs. HOrner's lips-but with such con- VictiOn that Eugene, in spite of every thing, began to feel himself in the presence of a third party, who was none the less an individual, even 1 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. Horner's 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. Horner."
 LOpa overlooked his implication, and continued quickly: You build. Build 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"
 'What's his appearance?"
 How"
 ''What does he look like?"
 "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 lady !"
 "Is it 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 we'll, 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 get-always 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 a question to an invis- ible presence and to receive an an- swer "A little sound or a big sound? She says 1t might be little sound or a big sound. She says a ring-oh, Lopa knows She means a bell That's 1t, a bell.''
 Eugene looked grave. Does she mean her name is Belle?"
 "Not quite. Her name is longer
 Perhaps" he suggested, 'she means that she was a belie."
 "No. She Says she thinks you know what she means. She says you must think of a 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 a light color and you can see through it."
 "Amber?" he said, and was startled, for Mrs. Horner, with her eyes still closed, clapped her hands, and the voice cried out ill delight:
 "Yes! She says you know who she is from amber. Amber Amber 4Ilc1I IL C11S says JOu ul1uSISldu't 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 I have madei 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 to 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. Oh-a 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