The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-01-23

This 10 great trVuDl0. 6n0 ooyD-A
oh, yes, she wants you to be-to -
kindi That's what she saya That's
It. To be kind"
docs She"
''Ehe wants you to be kind" said
the voice. "She mods when tell you
this. Yes; It must be right. She II
q very fine lady. Very pretty. Sh0
II 40 anxious for you to understand.
She hopes and hopes you win. 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. II
want"
''This man who has come says that
he is friend Of yours. He says"
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. II don't want to speak to any
! one else. tell your he cried pas
sionately. IF she Is there Il" He
caught his breath sharply, checked
himself. and sat In amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept so stupend-
Gus a thing as truel Evidently It
!. couldi ~
Mrs. Horner spoke languldly jim her
own voice: did you get anything sat
isfactory7" she asked. 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 q
world Of dream-stuff; for he knew
that he was not more credulous than
other men, and II 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 OF
any other human being on reality2
His credulity vanished Cor SO he
thoughD with his recollection that 1t
was he, and not the alleged 'Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber"
Going over the notifying, 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 a
color, and that being furnished with
these scientific data, he had leaped
to the conclusion that he spoke with
Isabel Anderson!
For moment he had believed that
Isabel was there, believed that she
was close to him, ertreatiLg him-en-
treating him ito be kind" But with
this recollection q strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken to him7 II his own I'M
known consciousness had told the
"psychic's" 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 her?
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, 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 kindp II it had been
Isabel, was that what she would have
said? II she were anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall,
what would be the first thing she
would say to him7
All, well enough, and perhaps BIT
terly enough, he knew the answer to
| that question: ITO be kind"--to
Georgiel
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, "That's Morgan"
Outside, the neat chauffeur stood
at the door Of the touring car like q
soldier in whipcord.
I'll 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 you went
home"
"She didT
Eyes, sir"
Eugene stared IT 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, end knew It's masters need
Of haste. Eugene did not speak again
until they reached the hospital.
Fanny met him in the upper CORR.
dor, and took him to an open door.
He stopped on the threshold,
startled; Tor. 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
land Eugene knew that now he had
once seen 1t thus startlingly. he need