Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-04-09
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established indsputably the fact that
your dreams were true teaesthetic
visions clairvoyant-w whatever you
care 10 call them-anything but halu-
cinations of disordered mind. More
than that, proved thai Lponora was
as real creature as you are, not
sort of secondary personality you'd
been projecting more or less inyoiun-
tarily into phases of life utterly out
side your comprehension aud expert
ence."
81 know, Philip" She leaned for
ward TO touch his hand In gratitude.
Don't think me unappreciative. II
you only knew what 1t means to have
my heart Iightened of that fear-!"
''Then | don't think you ought to
complain II | turn over routine inyes-
tigation work to private detective,
man of absolute discretion who Is not
In the police department, who hasn't
even heard your name who thinks I'm
interested In this Leonora for reasons
purely personal to myself"
81 don't complain, Philip. was sur
ised, and at first didn't understand.
You see--I presume I'm too much LED
nora or she's too much me-but |
can't somehow help sharing her feel
ings. She was wretchedly afraid the
police might send Red to the electric
chair on information they'd got
through her"
They'll never do that now,' Philip
interrupted. "Carnehan Is dead" The
girl uttered little cry, something be-
tween pity and thanksgiving, and sank
back, staring. Eyes. His body was
found In the ruins Of the tenement
house this morning. Bielinsky, who
was arrested fleeing the flames, identi-
fed the remains. So that fear
passes, 'Cilla."
She rested her head YEARLY against
the back of the chair and shut her
eyes. $50 that fear passes" she re-
peated in whisper. A little SILVER
ran over her body. II can't think it's
wrong of me to be glad -"
ut isn't. It's only human"
But death so frightful-!"
Don't think about that, think how
good 1t Is that you--that Leonora need
no longer fear death at every turn
ing"
do you suppose she knows?"
TITS In all the evening papers. She
must learn Of 1t sooner or later, wher-
ever she Is"
'Then--then your man didn't find
out where they went from the Wal
pole?"
mo. But the presumption is, they
went either to Jersey or Connecticut
to get married, as people do when they
want to avoid publicity. fancy they'd
do that, to leave no clue for Carnehan
mot knowing there was no more ne
cessity."
Then nothing stands between her
and her happiness. :" Almost i'm
perceptibly the muscles round mouth
and eyes frightened In pain. So did her
hands tighten convulsively on the
arms of the chair, Then with a start
the girl sat up, smiling smile of I'M
certain apology, shaking her head Wig
orously as If to rid 1t of tormenting
swarm of thoughts. "There can't be
any mistake, suppose You're
sure II was Leonora who stopped at
the Walpole?'
mot sure, but satisfied. She an
swered the description, and though she
registered under what sounds like an
assumed name. Nora 0'More--"
'Yes," Priscilla interrupted quickly;
shed be likely to use that name"
"Whyf
Because why because |
don't quite know" She laughed lit
tie at herself, and sobered into mo-
mentary thoughtfulness. her eyes
clouding with mental effort. Then
they cleared. "Of course! O'More was
the name of the old woman Leonora
lived with as a child Mother O'More,'
the neighbors called her. I'd forgot
ten till you logged my memory"
Mother O'More." Fosdick repeated:
possibly clue. If you've no objec-
ton, I'll set Andrews, my detective,
to work on 1t. II cant be so long ago
neither you nor Leonora Is old
think somebody in that
part of town would remember an Ell
derly woman who practsed fortune
telling with cards, no doubt hit of
a neighhorhood character called
Mother O'More. II we can find out
what became of her, or even where and
how she lived when alive :"
II suppose all that and more that
we want TO know is buried in my sub.
consciousness Don't you think
1t might be worth while TO try to
stimulate my latent memories by hyp-
not'sm. perhaps?"
icosdick stubbornly opposed that.
"Only as last resort. I'm frankly
distrustful Of the psychic effect on
you, If we excite your subliminal con
seriousness by too much nagging. Far
better let your subconscious slumber--
far better you should forget rather
than remember too much !"
YES" she assented uncertainty, and
nodded with wistful eyes. II want to
forget II can, as quickly as I can"
"You must. You must try. 1t would