The Glenwood post., 1920-04-03

did he so seem to move through 4
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 1t for no longer than a mo-
ment or two, what hold had he or
any other human being on reality3
His credulity vanished (or SO he
thought) with his recollection that 1t
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 leaped
Isabel Anderson!
For moment he had believed that
Isabel was there, believed that she
was close to him, entreating him-en-
treating him "to be kind" But with
this recollection a strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken to him? If his own I'M
known consciousness had told the
"psychics" unknown consciousness
how to make the picture of the pref
ty brown-haired, brown-eyed lady,
hadn't the true Isabel-oh, indeed her
very soul called to him out Of his
own true memory of Ter?
And as the train roared through the
darkened evening he looked out be-
yond his window, and saw her as he
had seen her on his journey, a few
days agO-an ethereal figure flying be-
side the train, but now it seemed to
him that she kept her face toward his
window with an infinite wistfulness.
ITO be kind !" If it had been
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
that question "To be Eind"-to
George!
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 wait-
in front the station fer you, Mist Nor
gan, subj"
And people in the crowd about the
gates turned to stare. as he passed
through, whispering, "Thats Morgan"
Outside, the neat chauffeur stood
at the door of the touring car like a
soldier in whipcord.
'Pll not go home now, Harry" said
Eugene, when he had got in. "Drive
to the City hospital"
eyes, SIR" the man returned. "Miss
Lucy's there. She said she expected
you'd come there before yor vent
home"
"She did?"
eyes, sir"
Eugene stared. 81 suppose Mr.. Nina.
fer must be pretty bad" he said.
Eyes, sir. 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 1t seemed the eyes
of Isabel herself were looking at him :
never before had the resemblance be-
tween mother and son been so strong
and Eugene knew that now he had
once seen it thus startlingly, he need
divest himself Of no bitterness ITO be
kind" to George.
George was startled, too. He lifted
white hand in a queer gesture, half.
forbidding, half-imploring, and then let
his arm fall back upon the coverlet.
you must have thought my mother
wanted you to come" he said, $50 that
could ask you TOTO forgive me-"
But Lucy, who sat beside him, lifted
ineffable eyes from him to her father,