Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-12-10
CHAPTER NINE
The Changeling.
!. TRANSLATION.

had stolen upon and overcome her
unawares In the studio, her unclos-
ing eyes coinprehended only dark
ness absolute.
Unlike that time, when she had
rousei instantaneously, self-conscious.
ness springlng suddenly. full witted,
full powered. clear, out Of nightmare
thralldom, now she awoke slowly and
at expense Of effort almost painful (:
senses and perceptions struggling long
and arduously TO break the embrace
Of lethargy so deep and undlsturbed
that the self-sense had lain In It be
numbed and stifed, like seed that
slumbers in the pent darkness of
the earth against the coming of the
spring.
In the confusion OF those first wax
ing moments she believed herself to
be at home, In bed.
But the darkness OF her bedchamber
had never been sheer; there was nl-
ways q diffused glow from the lights
In the street to temper It.
Then she remembered. DULY. the
studio and the WEAKNESS that had
weighed upon her In the afternoon.
She must have slept several hours
at the least reckoning, for II had been
broad daylight when she lay down,
the evenings were long, and II was
now, judging by the blackness Of II
and the silence. dead Of night.
But she looked In vain for the
violet-tinted rectangle Of the north
light.
And mysteriously the windows were
shut which had been open when she
stretched out to rest. For there was
not only an utter absence Of light but
a smothering lack of fresh air. Her
lungs starving, she lay for some time
stupidity contemplating the exertion
that would be needed to rise and open
one OF the windows. Somehow she
could not seem to nerve herself to II.
She was feeling actually Ill. squeam-
Ish. Her limbs were stiff and heavy.
her hands hot, her cheeks and fore
head afire, prickling sensation az.
flicted her body. she was athirst and
the taste In her mouth was evil and
when she moved her head upon the
pillow. pain like brutal blow crashed
from temple to temple and back again
and again. forcing feeble groans past
her lips.
: Nevertheless conditions such as
these we're uncomfortable. At whatever
cost, she must have water and fresh
air. -.
( She steeled herself and presently.
by a supreme exertion Of will power.
forced herself to sit up. For the time
being she could no more. The pain
rocked and smashed about like mad
thing. TIL she wondered would II break
her skull. And as by degrees those
transports subsidized, she was taken
with qualms Of nausea.
She must have kicked Off her shoes
In her sleep. At least, she could not
remember removing them before lying
down. At all events-whatever had
become OF them-they were gone. Be.
meath her stOckinged feet the floor
was bare and rough. OF unfinished
wood. Now. there was rug beside
the dlvaD In the studio. And even
had II been spirited away like her
shoes. the studio floor was OF hard
wood neatly Joined and polished TN
fts surface was like glass.
Then n hand that she dropped r.
the edge Of her couch encountered the
lob %
tress. instead OF the silken rug that
clothed the divan.
Slowly II was borne In upon her that
she was neither In her bedchamber
nor I'm her studio.
This conviction struck home to her
understanding with shock that
brought her 10 her feet. What had
happened? Where was she-md who
Was she Priscilla Maine deiirious?
Or was she Leouora--yet once again
that puppet of her life in dreams. EN-
barked upon some new and still more
terrible adventure1
But LeOnora was no more
She took blind step into obscurity
and another blundered into q chair
and knocked II over with clatter.
While she waited, dashed, hands
clutchlng wildly at vacant blackness
a key turned I'm reluctant lock. a
door opened, closed, and was relocked
Priscilla failed to elicit more than
a harsh, inarticulate whisper from q
swollen throat.
A match rasped and spluttered In
the murk, gas-jet Kissed from a
wall-bracket, spreading fan-like flame
with body Of CHASTITY blue and Dor.
der Of tawny yellow.
II revealed mean and ugly cubicle
perhaps six feet by eight, with dingy
walls to whose crumbling plaster chung
a few dismal rags OF ancient paper
The single window was stoutly board
ed on the inside. The begrimed floor
was stranger alike to carpeting and
soap and water had apparently been
so since time out OF memory. For
furnishing there was q small table OF
painted wood, the overturned chair
and scorbutic iron bedstead with
sway-backed springs, lumpy mattress
and one emaciated pillow.
Silent beneath the wheeling gas
light, the woman Inez bent upon Pris-