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to work to interpret and almost SIM
ultaneOuSly the answer came:
IT AM NOT DEAD IN THE WAY
YOU AND HE ARE THINKING"
There was no signature. None was
needed. Both knew whence the mes
sage came.
THAT settles it for me! 1t came
from your husband, Nora"
Yes. it came from Roger. He
must have thought--it was time"
They looked into each others eyes,
no longer MN and woman, feminine
sought and masculine SuitOr, but two
human beings to whom has suddenly
been revealed the one great secret of
the universe.
With careful kindness DIR. Find
lay drew Nora to a seat removed
from the table. then turned back to
that extraordinary piece of furni-
ture now standing quietly in its cor
ner, apparently as lifeless as wood
and varnish well could be.
Are you afraidTI know you
aren't, but would you rather not
stay here? / can help you find an
other place and hunt UP Rosalie." In
Sensibly, his tone had changed to
an impersonal brotherainess, COM
forting in it's way.
NO, 1 shall stay right here. 1t
was Roger. Why should L fear
Roger-alive or dead?"
Not dead. Disseminate" he gently
Yes, yes, that's it, He's not dead,
He is gone, cut off, but it's enough
that he has that much-that his soul
and ,mind-that Roger, my husband,
my husband"
Tears at last streamed down her
white face. While her paroXysm of
sobs continued Newton ministered to
Nora, tenderly, but not in the least
as lover to his beloved.
Something had happened to New
Roger. Mason, Nora's husband, at
other. A decent man at heart, he
was relieved that the mental pic
ture caused no jealous pangs, even
after he left her, conscious that she
was in the spiritual arms of an
other man.
lie had something more thar his
own sudden change of heart to nom
der over. 1t is not a casual matter
TO pc granted converse across the
gulf of death.
CHAPTER xxxv
II ONCLUSIVE proof that, what
ever Rosalie's psychic prog
~ ress may have been she had
not yet developed telepathic
power sufficient to read the minds
OF those about her, is shown bv the
1act that she knew nothing of Nora's
table tipping message until the time
l'S~A' oSb oOLlhS WHICH SuCn KnOWl-
cage might possibly have alleviated
great suffering.
Nora's was not the character to
take the mild middle course of hap
PLY acquiescing in dim and distant
future hope.
She had believed her husband lost
to her forever and had therefore
made utmost effort to take up life's
weary Journey without him. But
what AUailaH thn n Of ;e
world with Roger living, perhaps
still loving, in another-the implica-
ton OF the message which the table
gave, that the time had come to warn
her.
This other living man, who prof
fered a mans living love, touched
Nora at her most vital spot, her in
most sense of honor
Roger had reason to believe her
ready to forget-shallow hearted,
faithless to her real love-for he
must at least have known how deep
and real her love for him had been,
still waS-or was it?
Could it be that she was really
beginning to forget? That the glow
! ing flame Of human love had really
begun to warm her a second time
when he-that patient, that pale wait
ing-one stood by, unseen, forgotten,
but seeing and remembering? How
How could she have forgotten or
seemed to for a moment? How long
wis ;H:s i=ous RS: mare o. self
a: usa.'u Ia laai: VIII, N the
name Of -n&&Cn--'n TIL, name of hu-
nl.n reascn-eudure it f she could
escape
Nd tEoug.'.s like these gave way
t, an interval Of tender recCllectlon,
during wh'cn Nora Lived again the
happiest moments of Rogers ardent
CAI"tsh:p. Of costa NOR ents to-
getEer.
Then again her feeling would
change ami !reniaily skc reid out a
2 nthtr's arms to that p1or lad, sub
ice; now to forces wtICE she could
compaiei & ith which the compellin
power Of mer human love was fulfil
ity Itself
THEN again the. pangs of self-re-
rrOach. " hiie Ter mate was being
swept out by thu Black tide Of death,
she had Rugged close to the earth
shore, which still! showed verdant
in the sunshine
Thus was she dragged back and
cor1h beneath the fail of mental tor
turc. This sort of thing went on
day after day, or rather night after
il gh;.
Meanwhile, she kept at work, fol-
lowing the blind instinct which seeks
the only real panacca for suffering
OF mind SO it was almost a week
before 1toSalie, who was greatly pre-
occupied. noted the change even in
Morals appearance.
Her face was wraithlike with burnt
out torches for eyes. Her claw-like
little hands fluttered nervously even
while she held the rest of her body
by force of will, temporarily at rest.
She was trying to do this, after
pacing her BEDROOM back and forth
for half an hour or more early one
evening when ROSalie, who had noted
her actions more closely since din
ner time, entered her room and sat
down determinedly.
Resale had decided that the time
had como 20 say the thing she had
siOE.
To say that an astute, observant,
and keenly analytical person such
as Rosalie believed herself to be
would make the mistake of jumping
at a conclusion, would not surprise
an experienced student of human ma
ture. Besides, Rosalie's deductions
were quit logical. Starting from the
premise that Newton Findlay was on
the brink of falling in love with
Nora and insensibly according him
the ability to rearouse Nora's inter
est in proportion to the success with
which he had aroused her own, Rosa
lie had reached definite conclusion,
to this effect:
That Nora was now deeply inter
ested, that the affair was reaching
crisis-Rosalie had learned from
sources of her own of Newton's last
| call-and that Morals present depress-
ed condition was due to the fight
still waging between her loyalty to
| her dead lover and her leaning to-
ward the lover living.
(To Pc COnti0ued