Cleveland County herald., 1920-01-15

kind! That's what she says. That's it. To be kind"
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 "She wants you to be kind," said the voice. "She mods when I tell you this. Yes; it must be right She is 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 a man. He says"
 T don't want to speak to any one else" said Eugene quickly. q want-''
 "This man who has come says that he is a friend of yours. He says" Eugene struck the table with his fist. q don't want to speak to any one else, tell youp' he cried pas sionately. eff she is there T." He caught his breath sharply, checked himself, and sat in amaZement. Could his mind so easily accept so stupend- ous thing as true? Evidently it could
 Mrs. Horner spoke languidly in her own voice: Did you get anything sat isfactory?" she asked. q certainly hope it wasn't like that other time when you was cross because they couldn't get anything for you"
 "No, mo-" 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 world of dream-stuff; for he knew that he was not more credul0uS than other men, and if 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 or any other human being on reality?
 His credulity vanished Cor so he thought with his recollection that it 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 told him to think of a 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 a moment he had believed that Isabel was there, believed that she was close to him, entreating him-en. treating him ito be kind" But with this recollection a 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 pret, l 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 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.
 "To be kind !" If it 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?
 An, well enough, and perhaps bit terly enough, he knew the answer to | that question! s'To be kind"-to Georgie!
 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, suh !"
 And people Tn 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 soldier in whipcord.
 "I'll not go home now, Harry" said Eugene, when he had got in. "Drive to the City hospital"
 "Yes, sir," the man returned. Miss Lucy'S there. She said she expected you'd come there before you went home."
 ''She did?"
 "Yes, sir.'
 Eugene stared. 'I suppose MT. Nina. fer must be pretty bad," he said.
 "Yes, sir. I 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, and knew it's masters neeC of haste. Eugene did not speak agail until they reached the hospital.
 Fanny met him in the upper corri dor, and took him to an open door.
 He stopped on the threshold startled; for, from the waxen face OF the pillow, almost it seemed the eyes of Isabel herself were looking at him: never before had the resemblance be- c,f,,a