Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-11

left to my own thoughts. They were
largely concerned with the personality
Of Greyhouse, use the word advis-
eddy, because IL was something different
from the impression produced by mere
plan and decoration. It was not un-
like the instructive recognition in a.
dark place Of something imminent and
living. the oppressive sense OF On OBJ.
servant, lurking pverseer. Or, to put
It differently, I felt q mentality about.
me, as If myself had become con-
eept In the mind Of some one else, And
this mind exerted hypnotic pressure.
1t was as II this agency, or whatever
one might call 1t, were bent on Dis
solving me in its own thought pro-
cesses, making me one with itself-just
as in crowd individual psychology
is dominated and absorbed by that Of
the mass.
found myself reacting against it
in sort Of panic, as If my individu-
atty were at stake. But the pressure
continued; lost Roadway, as If against
an unremitting undertow. For in
stance, 1t was with a sense of sur
render, of having the strange impress
sion thrust upon me, that became
conscious of q strange familiarity In
my surroundings-the kind OF parm-
nesia that induces belief that one
has seen an absolutely new place be-
fore; only here the impression was
more vivid, and resembled the recogni-
ton of a formerly well-kuown scene
that has remained unvisited for many
years.
say this conviction impressed itself
as something foreign to my own mind,
Just rs one succumbS to chloroform.
I could not rid myself of 1t by any
rAnAAfaA
Greyhouse was comparatively modern,
that I had not set foot In it before
two nights ago; but, for all that, the
sense of an unweloome intimacy con-
tinued and at length I was forced to
set 1t down as a result of fatigue or
solitude, and accept 1t. This, however,
was not enough. One breach. as 1t were,
having been made In my resistance,
the invading current penetrated deeper.
I was startled during the evening by
ideas that could have sworn were not
mine, that bore no resemblance to my
usual thought. and that resented
involuntarily as an intrusion from
without, but could not expel.
AS an instance Of this, became
suddenly aware that should like to
possess Greenhouse, or rather subject
myself to it, be possessed by it-a most
outrageous notion, because at the same
time / knew that I loathed the place,
that 1t contradicted every taste I had
with regard to coziness and home-like
attraction; but, none the less; this idi-
otto craving insinuated and persisted,
wrestling away, SO to speak, q certain
area Of thought.
Against this fantastic imposition
from nowhere my mind continued to
struggle. recalled in succession the
days events, what patients had Wis
tied, what were tomorrow's problems;
and yet, at the end of every avenue,
found myself back at Greyhouse.
After all, even Norse's untimely visit
at / o'clock would be relief. What,
wondered, did IL portend? What were
the reasons for his secrecy? He adj
mitted himself that everything had been
satisfactorily explained by Balloons
statement, but had he further sus-
picions, in spite Of it? Then of what,
or whom? OF Hasta?
watched the butler moving to and
fro,. competent, silent-a noiseless man,
who accorded with the stateliness