Cleveland County herald., 1920-01-15

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 She sighed, closed her eyes, and was silent, while Eugene, seated in the stiff chair across the table from her, watched her profile, thought himself an idiot, and called himself that and other names. And as the silence con- tinued, and the impassive woman in the easychair remained impressive, he began to wonder what had led him to be such a fool. What had brought him back to this absurd place and caused him to be watching this absurd wom- an taking a nap in chair? In brief : What the devil did he mean by it? He had not the slightest interest in Mrs. Horner's naps-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 palm-leaf fan.
 
 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 slight contortion, then began to move, whis- pering and bringing forth indistin- guishable mutterings.
 Suddenly she spoke in a 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"
 I'm Lopa," said the husky voice. 'T'm Lopa herself"
 "You mean I'm to suppose you're not Mrs. Horner now?"
 "Never was Mrs. Horneri" 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 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 gude?" 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"
 Whats 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 well, 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 question to an invis- fble presence and to receive an an swer. "A little sound or big sound? She says it might be little sound or a big sound. She says ring-oh, Lopa knows She means bell That's it, 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 belle."
 "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 yoN 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 in delight:
 "Yes! She says you know who she is from amber. Amber Amber ! Io,xc .I