San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-10-02

in her manner and at the purpose OF
her request, he gave her the pencil. and
she moved away, TO stand listlessly
turning il in her hands and :. Ii.
vacantly before her.
The superintendent OF the institu-
ton came striding across the lawn to-
ward them.
As always. he was fastid.v
drcssed--a gray morning suit and q
gray soft hat. The luster of s1len-
did black pearl shone in his mauve
necktie.
swell, Miss Copley"-he stonped be.
fore the girl and spoke in the sym.
pathetic, slightly banterii.g tone of Il
physician to a tonvalescent patient
this is better than moping over reject
ed manuscripts, don't Jon Think"
She still stared before her.
HE gave me this pencil" she said .
''but he wouldn't gi, me any paper
She moved OIL droopingly 81, ard the
house.
Good morning, Kelsey" DR.. Bris.
tow's voice was low. 1t was said that
he had never been heard to raise il
above that modulated pitch. To do 50
was unnecessary; it was SUI" .iently
authoritative without emphasis. "You
have been making friends with Kiss
.Copley. | see."
The remark was casual, but Kelsey
OWNED undecurrents.
as that her name:" he asked unin.
terestedly. Il thought il might be,
Sisters
The doctors eyes We're on him.
"Yes-a sad case. Hopeless, fear.
She wanted to be wr. FER. / have
seen some of her manuscripts. Pretty
bad. There was one fair story. though,
of little seamstress who fell in love
with an actors picture. He played
Mercutio. That was one of your fav-
orite parts, 1 believe"
You're in one Of your inventive
moods today" Kelsey said insolently.
"Have you entirely forgotten tie hit
you made in that part?" Bristo was
now. as Kelsey expressed it TO himself
batting him for fair. Cant you re-
call the duel scene where you stagger
back into the arms of your su porters.
the house still? 'Tis not so deep as a
well. nor so wild as a church DIOR. but
twill serve. A plague O. both your
housesT Then the thunders of ap.
plause."
Kelsey was a little pale from his eff
fort at self-control. his mouth was
rigid.
"Who that had ever lived through
such an inspiring experience could for
get it?" he murmured with exaggerated
enthusiasm.
Good" Bristow's tone was graft
fled. "You are coming along nicely,
my dear boy"
With pleasant nod, he turned
away and stepped back to the drive
where his car was waiting.
Kelsey's face was black as he
looked after him. Lost in his resent
ment and sense of injury. he had
forgotten the girl. 1t was with start
that he realized that she had come
back and was seating herself beside
him.
imperatively.
Studying her, curious to see what
she would say or do next, Kelsey
took a note book from his pocket and.
tearing out a few sheets, handled
them to her.
She began to write-words, half
words, dots, dashes, anything. Her
head was bent over the paper. Any
one watching her would have thought
her absorbed in her task. But, while
she wrote, she talked in a rapid
undertOne.
"You are an actor" she said ac-
cusingly. II overheard some of the
things he said to you. Perhaps you
were only acting when you spoke of
him to me-"
II never was an actor" he inter-
rupted harshly. "That's Bristow's
little ga @ l am what | told YOU.
George Kelsey, a physician who has
specialized in mental diseases. But
who are YOU? That's more 10 the
point Just now. | made snap dag
nosis of you. when | saw you first.
as a drug addict-your pallor, your
eyes. But they don't admit them
here. Amnesia, then? That means
your memory of past events is blot