The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-01-09

have been thinking so constantly of
/ his mother and it seemed to me that 1
have never seen her more distinctly.
How lovely she was-and how she
loved him -
If Lucy had not written this letter
Eugene might not have done the odd
thing he did thar day. He was an adj
venturer; if he had lived in the six
teenth century he would have sailed
the unknown new seas, but having
been born in the latter part of the
nineteenth, when geography was a
fairly well-settled matter he had be
come an explorer in mechanics. But
the fact that he was n "hardhaaded
business man" as well as an adven-
turer did not keen him from having
queer spot in his brain, because hard
headed business men are as Susccp-
tible TO such spots as Adventures are.
Two weeks after Isabel's death Eu-
gene was in New York on urgent bust
ness and found that the delayed ar
rival of steamer gave him a DAY with
nothing TO do. His room at the hotel
had become intolerable; outdoors was
intolerable; everything was intolera-
bic. 1t seemed to him that he must
see Isabel once more, hear her voice
once more; that he must find some
way to her. or lose his mind. Under
this pressure he had gone, with com
plete scepticism, TO n "trance-medium''
of whom he had heard wild accounts
from the wife of u business acquaint-
ance.
The experience had been groteseue
and he came away with an encourag-
ing message from his father. who had
failed to identify himself satisfactor-
lily. but declared that everything was
ION n higher plane" in his present
state of being. and that all life was
continuous and progressive" Mrs.
Horner spoke Of herself as a
psychic" but otherwise she seemed
oddly unpretentious and matter-of-
fact; and Eugene had no doubt at all
of her sincerity He went to Mrs.
Horners after his directors meeting
today. He used the telephone booth in
the directors room TO make the APP
pointment: and he laughed feebly at
himself, and wondered what the group
of men in that mahogany apartment |
would think if they knew what he was |
doing. Mrs. do-ner had changed her |
address. but he found the new one, |
and somebody purporlin TO be a niece /
Of hers talked TO him and made an APP |
pointment for sitting" at five O'clock I
Mrs. Horner appeared in the door
way, a wan and tnenterprising look |
ing woman in brown with thin hair /
waved-but not recently
and parted in the middle over blush
forehead. Her eyes were small and
seemed weak, but she recognized the
visitor
''Oh. you been here before. she said.
N thin voice. not unmusical- II rec
ollect you. Quite a time ago. want
to-
Yes. quite long time
Il recoilect because i recollect you
vas disappointed. Anyway. you was
lind of cross" She laughed family.
I'm sorry If seemed So" Eugene
aid. "Shall We
'.All right she assented, dropped
nto the leather chair, wi.n her back to
he shaded window. you better set
Town, too. reckon. / hope you'll get
omething this time so you won't feel
ross, but / dunno. / can't never tell
What they'll do. Well"
She sighed; closed her eyes, and was
ilent. while Eugene. seated in the stiff
hair across the table from her.
watched her profile, thought himself
q idiot, and called himself that and
Their names. And as the silence con-
Lrued. and the impassive woman In
be eAsyrhair remained impassive. he /