The Tomahawk., 1919-12-25

This is q great trouble. She says
oh, yes, she wants you to be-to Det
kind! That's what she says Thats
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
q very fine lady. Very pretty. Shc
is so anxious for you to understand.
She hopes and hopes you will. Some
one else wants<to speak to you. Ihls
is a man. He says"
'.I don't want to speak to any one
else," said : Eugene quickly. Il
want" -.t e<-..-
sThis man who has come says that
he is friend of yours. He says
Eugene struck the table with hls
fist. 81 don't want to speak to any,
one else, tell you!" he cried pas
sionately. 'If she is there =" he
caught his breath sharply. checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept so stupend'
GUS thing as true? Evidently II
could! -:
Mrs. Horner spoke languidly In hes
own voice: 'Did you get anything sat
isfactory?" she asked y 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
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 or
any other human being on reality7
His credulity vanished Tor so he
thought) with his recollection that 1t
was he, land not the alleged "Lopa,
who had suggested the word amber.
Going over the mortifying, plain
facts of his experience, he found that
Mrs. Horner, or the subdivision OF
Mrs.. Horner known as "Lopa, had
told him to think of bell and OF
color, and that being furnished with
these scientific data, he had leapeo
to the conclusion that he spoke with
Isabel Amberson! p ~ %'.J ~ 2
For a moment he had believed that
Isabel was there, believed that sne
was close to him, entreating h1m-en-
treating him ito be kind" But with
this recollection strange Nagttat1on
came upon him. After all, had sne
not spoken to him? If his own un"
known consciousness had told the
"nsychic's" unknown consciousness
how to make the picture of the pref
ty, brown-haired, brown-eyed lady,
hadn't the true Isabel-oh, indeed ner
very soul !-called to him out OF MS
own true memory of her?
And as the train roared through tne
darkened evening he looked out be-
yond his window, and saw her as ne
had seen her on his journey, q re"
days ago-an ethereal figure flying pc
side the train, but now it seemed to
him that she kept her face toward his
window with an infinite wisuulness'
"To be kind?' If it had been
Isabel, was that what she would have
sale? II she were anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall,
what would be the first thing she
would say to him? @r s.
Ah, well enough, and perhaps BIT
terly enough, he knew the answer to
that question! ITO be kind'-to
George! '<<.5a.
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 walt.
in, front the station fer you, Mist Nor
gan, suh!" - -
And people I'm 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 q
soldier in whipcord.
.Tll not go home now, Harry" said
Eugene, when he had got in. Drive
to the City hospital" =.
"YeS, SIT, the udu IeLuTAeu' Hiss
Lucy's there. She said she expected
you'd come there before you went
home"
: "She did?" -ss.5.
Eyes, SIR"
Eugene stared. II suppose Mr.. Nina.
fer must be pretty bad" he said.
eyes, 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 It's
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:
never before had the resemblance be-
tween mother and son been SO strong