Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1921-02-03
aM .coP>r'sht 1920 by the. Ao+he~'

lnOuTnlIS, iii L got what L was, AT
established indisputably the fact. that
your dreams were true, ,telaesthetic
visions - Observation-Disclosures you
care to call them-anythfng but hallu-
cinations of disordered mind. More
than that, proved that Leonera was
. as real creature as you are, not q
sort of secondary personality you'd
been projecting more or less, involun-
tarily into phases Of life utterly out
side your comprehension and expert
ence."
II know, Philip" She leaned for
ward to touch his hand in gratitude.
Don't think me unappreciative. If
you only knew what it means to have
my heart lightened Of that fear-w
"Then l don't think you ought to-
complain if turn over routine inves-
tigation work to a private detective, a
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"
II don't complain, Philip. was sur
prised, and at first didn't understand.
You see-I presume I'm too much Leo
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
found in the ruins of the tenement
house this morning. Bielinsky, who
was arrested fleeing the flames, denti-
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 a whisper. A little shiver
ran over her body. 81 can't think it's
wrong of me to be glad :"
ut isn't. It's only human"
But q death so frightful-"
Don't think about that, think how
good it is that you-that Leonora need
no longer fear death at every turn
ing"
do you suppose she knows?"
ITS in all the evening papers. She
must learn Of it 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
not 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 a smile of I'M
certain apology, shaking her head Wig
orQusly as if to rid it Of tormenting
swarm of thoughts. "There can't be
any mistake, | suppose You're
sure it was Leonora who stopped at
the Walpole?"
'Not sure, but satisfied. She an
swered the description, and though she
registered under what sounds like an
assumed name, Nora O'More-"
"Yes," Priscilla interrupted quickly
shed be likely to use that name"
"Why?"
Because E. 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 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 it. 1t can't be so long ago
neither you nor Leonora is old
enough--yOu'd think somebody in that
part of town would remember an ell.
derby woman who practised fortune
telling with cards. no doubt a bit of
neighborhOod character, called
Mother O'MOre. If we can find out
what became of her, or even where and
how she lived when alive :
II suppose ali that and more that
we want tc know is buried in my sub
consciousness g. Don't you think
it might he worth while TO try tc
stimulate my latent memories by hyp
notlsm. perhapsf' ..f
Fosdick stubbornly opposed that
"Only as a last resort I'm frankly
distrustful of the psychic effect or
you, if we excite your sublminal con
seriousness by too much naggine. Fan
better let your subconscious slumber-
far better you should forget rather
than remember too much !"
Yes" she assented uncertainty, and
nodded with wistful eyes. ~ want to