The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-03-04

Oh, yes, she wants you TO be-to be
kind That's what she says. That's
it. To be kind
docs She"
"She wants you to be kind" said
the voice. "She mods when ! tell you
this. Yes; II must be right. She Ia
a very fine lady. Very pretty. She
is so anxious for you to understand.
She hopes and hopes you will. 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. Il
want"
This man who has come says that
he Is friend Of yours. He says
Eugene struck the table with his
fist. Il don't want to speak to any
one else, tell you'll" he cried pas
sionately. IF she is there l." He
caught his breath sharply, checked
himself, and sat in amazement. Could
his mind so easily accept so stipend
Gus thing as truef Evidently 4,
could!
Mrs. Homer spoke langu,dly in her
own voice: did you get anything sat
isfactory?" she asked. II certainly
hope II 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. II was very interest
ing"
He paid her, went to his hotel, and
thence 10 his train for home. Never
did he so seem TO move through
world OF dream 81 uff for he knew
that he was not more credulous than
other men. and IL he could believe
what he had believed, though he had
believed Ii for no longer than q mo-
ment or two, what hold had he or
any other human being on reality7
HIS creduIity vanished (or SO ne
thought) with his recollection that II
was he, and not the alleged "Lopa,"
who had suggested the word amber"
Going over the mortifying, plain
facts Of his experience, he found that
Mrs. Horner, or the subdivision of
Mrs. Horner known as .'Lopa," had
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. eDtreating him-en-
treating him ITO be kind" But with
this recollection = strange agitation
came upon him. After all, had she
not spoken TO him? If his own un.
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 l--called to him out OF his
own true memory of her?
And as the tran 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 1t seemed to
him that she kept her face toward his
window with an infinite wistfnlness.
"To be kindW If 1t had been
Isabel, was that what she would have
said? If she were anywhere, and could
come to him through the invisible wall,
what would be the first thing she
would say to him?
All, well enough. and perhaps BIT
terly enough. he knew the answer to
that question! "To be Eind"-to
George!
-. 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, sub -
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 a
soldier In whipcord.
"I'li not go home now. Harry" said
Eugene, when he had got In. Drive
to the City hospital"
Yes. SIR" the man returned. a1lIss
Lucys there. She aid she expected
you'd come there before you went
home"
'Hha didr