The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-07
Hosea VIII, 7.

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She had, at the moment, beer
discussing a most trivial little
dream, Michael, the gardener, wa.
mixed up in it. There was some
thing about radishes and roses
Mrs. Thorne wasn't quite clear
about it herself. She wanted Mich
cal to pick the roses, but he had
insisted upon picking the radishes
instead. And there they were on
the dining DOM table, looking as
silly as you please, with their long
stems sticking foolishly up in the
air, and their little red heads bur-
led in a pewter bowl.
Michael and the radishes, it
seemed, bore a terrible signifi-
canoe. Then there was that dream
about Valerie falling down stairs
shed had it three times already.
Mr., Crandon said that Mrs. Thorne
wanted Valerie to die, so that she
might have Tad all to herself
again.
Mrs. Thorne gave a Mortified
gasp, and turning quite pale, got
up, as if to leave the room. But
Mr.. Crandon said that it was not
at all wicked. Moreover, he insist
ed, it was quite natural and nor
NAL. So Mrs. Thorne sat down
again, a bit reluctantly, white he
explained how the Unconscious
was like that. Finally he told Mrs.
Thorne she had a sex complex.
"Most people have, you know"
he informed her reassuringly.
But, Mr.. Crandon!" she expos
tulated. "At my age!"
age, my dear madam" he told
her suavely, has nothing at all
to do with it. Your age, as a mat
ter of fact, is a specially danger
ous time for women"
He hitched his chair a little
closer and laid one hand confid-
ingly on Mrs. Thorne's. AS he
talked Mrs. Thorne experienced a
warm, deep glow.
you must cast your burdens
upon me-" he instructed her firm
ly. "All your griefs and perplex-
tiles, and little day-by-day worries
everything. Nothing can be too
great az nothing is too small.
When the transference of burden
has been effected, then-and then
only-can you hope for peace and
happiness"
Then he talked about an Oedi-
pus complex, which was psyche
for the love she felt for Tad; and
the expression of the father-im-
age which, Mrs. Thorne took it,
was something on which Mr.. Gran
don counted to insure perfect har-
.ony between himself and his wo-
men patients.
She had heard of analysts who
insisted that their patients fall in
love with them in order to effect
transference with greater expe-
diency. She was glad that Mr..
Craudon was satisfied with being
a father-image-it sounded quite
harmless.
After that she called upon him
twice a week and spent an hour
in the coy privacy of his office.
She told him all her dreams,
which he interpreted in amazing
and sometimes rather disconcert-
ing fashion. Once he told her that
she disliked Sybil, but she would
have none Of that and threatened
quite angrily to discontinue her
visits.
With your Unconscious, of
course amended Mr.. Crandon
hastily. "The more your Uncon-
scious is obsessed by a thing. the
less your conscious self knows
about it,"
Then he explained how we are
absolved from the emotions and
wicked desires of our Unconscious
But it was well, he pointed out. to
drag them into the open, that we
might consider them dispassion-
ately and cast them from us.
After that Mrs. Thorne began to
feel that she could discuss her in
nermost thoughts with perfect
frankness. She told him a great
deal about Sybil, and wept as she
told of the apparent gulf that lay
between them.
She discussed Tad and Valerie.
and talked about her own married
life, and how deeply she had loved
her husband. She recalled the first
years of her marriage, and
he birth of her children, and re-
counted numerous details of their
childhood.
Mr.. Crandon listened seriously +
md encouraged all her c%onfiden- ,
res. 1t was such a relief-finding
some n to talk to. Someone
Who was really interested. f
For n thing, Mrs. Thorne was :
troubled with insomnia. i
had suggested a glass of c
warm milk and a few graham
hackers, to be eaten at bed time. !
Dr.. Eaton had prescribed a mild r
leeping potion. While Sybil had n