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W. N. U, BALTIMORE, NO. 11.1921,
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‘Vance
“The Lone Wolf.” Ete.
Hlustrated # by
Irwin Myers
RESIGNATION-—Continued,
we] Zo
She shook her head. *I can't tell
you, but I do. It was just before
fioon. I was in my room, alone, won-
dering-—trying to think things out
some way, And suddenly—there’'s no
explaining—I knew it had happened,
It was nothing like a dream: I haven't
the remotest idea how or where they
were married, I only know they were,”
He studied her closely, detecting no
trace of hysteria In her manner. There
were melancholy shadows beneath her
eyes, hut the eyes themselves were
calm, clear and direct.
“Tell me as nearly as you can , , |.
She overcame a reluctance: “I slept
well enough, after you left last night,
heavily but without dreams that I re-
member: but I woke up with a sense
of strain, a tension of nerves, as If
subconsciously waiting for something
to happen. It got worse as the morn-
ing wore on, though I fought it as hard
as 1 knew how, and I had a feeling of
suppressed excitement, too. And then
—@8 1 say-—about noon, the tension
snapped. Without the least warning
there was nothing left,
And after a little time of that, peace
sort: the feeling one has when
something terribly Important that's
been a long time hanging fire is at last
even If it's settled disappoint-
the least suspicion
volce—"it
and they were
the thing was finisl
“Weren't you glad?’
“In a way, ves. |
into her
’
done with
had a sense of
it didn't
rise In me, it was her happiness I was
Then that left me,
the forlornest
as if I'd lost
regain I
I've got a
even
only
Philip . ..
could never
Somehow
Do you think it's
possible I'll never dream again—that
“I hope so, 'Cilla~—~with all my
She sat very still for a time, gaze
“1 suppose 1 hope so, too,” she said
iil. MOTHER O'MORE.
“I've got news” Fosdick offered.
Priscilla looked up sharply, under knit.
ting brews. “Though, I imagine from
what you've told me, It will seem less
news than conflrmation—in a way"
He wns quick te satisfy her movement
of {mpatience: “There's every reason
to believe Leonora spent last night,
after the fire, at the Walpole, and Ma-
about ten o'clock, with a motorcar. He
had a Japanese chauffeur and an-
Pn
“They'll Never Do That Now,”
Interrupted,
Philip
“Carnehan Is Dead.”
other woman with him, presumably a
maid. Apparently the man has means
of his own.”
“He has, 1 think. But how do you
know all this?”
“I had a man, a private detective,
make the rounds of the hotels, first
thing this morning—on the off-chance
that Mario had acted on his sugges
tion, if you remembered it correctly,
of putting Leonora up for the night at
the best and quietest place in town.”
“You employed a detective, Philip?
After your promise"
“Hold on, 'Cillal I promised 1
wouldn't go near police headquarters
or let the truth leak out about what
happened at Ristorl's, And I was bet.
ter than my word. In the beginning 1
sieuthed for you all on my own-+gpent
the better part of three days snooping
around the lower East side In a slop-
shop suit, unshaven, my nails In
mourning, till I got what I was after,
established indisputably the fact that
your dreams were true telaesthetie
visions — clairvoyant—whatever you
care to call them—anything but hallu-
cinations of a disordered mind. More
than that, 1 proved that Leonora was
as real a creature as yon are, not a
sort of secondary personality you'd
been projecting more or less Involun-
tarily Into phases of life utterly out-
side your comprehension and experi-
ence.”
“I 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—1"
“Then 1 don't think you ought to
complain if 1 turn over routine luvs
tigation work to a private detective,
man of absolute discretion who Is he
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.”
“I don't complain, Phillip. 1 was sur
prised, and at first didn't understand.
You see—I] presume I'm too much Leo-
nora or much me—but I
can't somehow help sharing her feel-
ings. She wretchedly afraid the
police might send Red to the electric
chair on Information they'd got
through her
“They'll never
she's too
was
do that now,” Phillip
interrupted. “Carnehan is dead.” The
girl uttered ttle ery, somet
tween pity an d thanksg
back, staring. “Yes
found in the ruins the tenement
morning. Bielinsky,
was arrested fleeing the flames, Identd-
fled the remains So that
passes, "Cll
His body was
of
house this
Khe head
the back of we chair
'
rested her wearily against
and shut her
fear passes,” she re
A little shiver
eyes. “So that
peated In a
ran over her body,
wrong of me to be glad . | .
“It isn't. It's only human”
“But a death so frightful—"
“Don’t think abouf that, think how
good it is that you—that Leonora need
no longer fear death at every turn.
ing.”
“Do you suppose she knows?"
“It’s in all the evening papers. She
must learn of it sooner or later, wher.
ever she Ig"
“Then-—then
out where they
pole?”
“No. But the presumption is, they
went either to Jersey or Connecticut
to get married, as people do when they
want to aveld publicity, 1 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 im-
whi sper.
your man didn't find
went from the Wal
So did her
couvulirively on the
Then with a start
hands tighten
shaking her head vig.
orously as if te rid it of a tormenting
“There can't be
mistake, I suppose You're
sure it was Leonora who stopped at
“Not sure, but satisfied. She an-
Nora O'More—"
“Yea,” Priscilla interrupted quickly;
“she'd be likely to use that name."
“Why?
“Because . . . why because , , . 1
don't quite know.” She laughed a Ht-
tle at herself, and sobered into mo
mentary thoughtfuiness, 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 jogged my memory.”
“Mother O'More,” Fosdick repeated:
“possibly a clue. If you've no ohjec-
tion, I'll set Andrews, my detective,
to work on it. It 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 el
derly woman who practised fortune
telling with cards, no doubt a bit of
a neighborhood character, called
Mother O'More. If we can find out
what became of her, or even where and
how she lived when alive , ,
“I suppose nll that and more that
we want to know is buried in my sub.
consciousness! . . . Don't you think
it might be worth while to try to
stimulate my latent memories by hyp-
notism, perhaps?”
Fosdick stubbornly opposed that.
“Only as a last resort. I'm frankly
distrustful of the psychic effect on
you, If we excite your subliminal con.
sciousness by too much nagging. Far
better let your subconscions slumber
far better you should forget rather
than remember too much 1”
“Yen” she nssented uncertainly, and
nodded with wistful eyes. “I want to
forget if 1 cap, as quickly as I can”
“You must. You must try. It weuld
SE TN a a at Sp —_— 1 AA
he n good — if you never I
again of Leonora.”
“But one can't
dreams!”
“I'm not 'so sure. I believe it might
be done. 1 can help a little, I think——
“but really it all rests with you."
“I suppose so . .." She was puz
zled, Intent. “But what to de?
“It's a matter of will power simply.
You can do it If you will, but you must
want to heart aud soul.”
Her face was at once dark with?
thought and flushed with hope—be-
yond all telling sweet.
“But I do, Philip—1
to forget, more than
want so much to think there's nothing
strange about me any more, I'm just
a normal human being like any other
girl, 1 want never to think again
. «7 She caught herself up In coa-
fusion and did not complete the
thought. More subdued, she contin-
ued: “I promise faithfully to do all 1
can, whatever you think best.”
“Well, as I say, it's all up to you.
You've got to muke yourself mistress
of your own mind, make it think what
You want It to think and forget and
disregard everything else, no matter
how insistently it may claim atten-
tion. Keep yourself constantly occu
pled, constantly doing and going, keep
every minute filled. Paint every day
till you're tired out; but don't stop
then. When you've worked till you feel
ready to drop, play till you can’t think,
and then as you drift off to sleep fix
your thoughts steadfastly on some.
thing like your work. On no account
permit yourself to drowse off wonder-
ing about Leonora”
“My work will help,” she agreed.
“I'm so glad you want me to keep on.
control one's
want so much
you know. 1
Roya
spend |
“1 Like Your Impudence™
Then you think there's no more danger
~in the studio—associations—7"
“Not since this afternoon.”
smiling. “The portrait is no
there”
“My portrait gone!™ Distress vi.
brated in her volce. “What has ba
come of 117”
“Harkupess has it." Fosdick laughed,
pleased by her bewilderment and at
the same time apprehensive of the
effect of his confession. “You see, you
left the studio key on your dressing
table last night; I saw It there and
borrewed it. This afternoen I took
Harkpess to see the portrait, and he
was s0 enthusiastic—it's really fine
work, yeu know-—he insisted on cart
ing it off with him then and there.
Inasmuch as that was precisely what
I wanted, I let him have his way, It's
po use, "Cilla. I had to get that thing
out of your way, and if I bad waited
for your permission 1t might have
meant weeks of delay. Now that the
portrait's disposed of, you may use
the studio as freely as you like.
Which reminds me: here's the key.”
She took it from him brusquely, at
once annoyed and gratified, her face
slightly flushed with the ene emotion,
her eves luminous with the other.
“I like your impudence!™
“We strive to please.”
Divided between anger and mirth,
she compromised by giving free rein to
both, so that resentment was swiftly
swept away in laughter,
“Philip, you are incorrigible!
“1 have to be, to get my own way.”
longer
IV. AFFINITY.
The girl suffered atrociously at first,
But nobody knew; or Philip Fosdick
alone suspected something of what she
was going through. He could not
know all, for even to him she sald lit
tle or nothing, and went sweetly
through her days with a high head
and eyes of lying calm. But he was
sick with sympathy for her and so
in some measure quick with intuition,
He helped her more than she knew,
indeed, for he contrived to devote to
her more time than a physician had
any right to, with so many patients
leaning heavily on him for comfort.
And though he refused to experi
ment with obvious forms of hypnotism
such as mesmeric gestures and the in.
duced trance, he worked insidiously
upon her by suggestion, not so much
at the expense of her spiritual inde.
pefidence as to its re-establishment
and invigoration. It was never, “Yeu
must, for it is my will;” but always,
“You can If you will"—though tar
more subtly, . .
Thus gradually self-confidence was
built up in her anew, she began to
perceive the truth, like a light dim at
the far end of a tunnel, that nothing
mundane tfanscends the power of the
informed, self-regulated applied
¢
i
i
will, that not even the mortal ache
of longing can withstand it. So vague.
ly she began to apprehend a coming
time when, instead of flying from her
sorrow, it might be to a state more
unhappy yet, she would be able to face
it, even to outface it unafraid, its
master and ber own,
However, that was only toward the
end
Me anwhile she was faithful to her
word, faithfully regulated her life in
accordance with the scheme suggested
by Fosdick. She started a portrait of
Ada Moyer and worked at It steadily
every morning, and in amazingly few
sittings manag rod to make the painted
canvas body forth the impish charm
of that lady, her Irresistible gay ime
pudence. This in spite of the fact
that Ada posed poorly and
the studio with an atmosphere of in-
demoralizing
artist-—and
good,
In the afternoon she
to a
did Priscilla no end
inbored
a composition employing
slenal models,
—painting famously well,
cision new In her work, with a dash-
ing technique whose secrets she. had
newly surprised and whose manipula-
tion proved an abiding joy.
In between there were luncheons at
Avignon, Del's, the Ritz, with the
women of her world, and others with
professional workers like herself In
dingy,
two profes
with a de
her studio was riddled.
light failed there were teas, motoring
and bridge parties, dinner, the theater,
dances
out reserve, entering with
unwonted animation (though
thought it feverish) into whatever di-
version the hour offered. And
times there was an undernote of sad-
in ber laughter, shadowed wists
fulness In her eyes, weariness in her
gesture, she was the first to
and swift to dissemble. So that
remarked any change in her,
than an access of loveliness
at elusive and insistent,
she than ever sought
after, Ir wooed, A
conquests added to her
in that toe brief lull, But ghe
seemed altogether unaware of them,
moved sedately
tantaliz.
de.
all
none but
herself with
ness
none
more
and
once
Was more
nportuned, courted,
were
as friends, and
among them, adorably pretty,
exasperatingly
liked
tad hed In those days she
men and loved none , ,
ip Fosdick
herself she
Not Phil
With
unpretending
was honest and
ng: If Mario was never for
her, she was for no one else
She was patient In confidence of ulti.
Already she had
much The question of her
sanity no longer harassed her. More:
she had ceased to dream of Leonora.
what she dreamed. She wakened every
ed at all
It seemed to her that she had ceased
merely to remember,
the cessation of her dreaming the
sense of the liaisen persisted;
more intimately a sharer in her psychie
life.
New and agaia there would come
agement of conscious wish or thought,
a feeling of identity with that other,
pation in Leonora's happiness,
brought a strange exaltation of spirit,
paradoxically akin to that happiness
which life refused her.
teasing glimpses into Leonora’s pres-
ent circumstances—glimpses no sooner
granted than snatched away, of a life
half known, half foreign, like a stir of
shadow shapes In the depths of the
dark mirror of her unconscious mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PART OF RELIGIOUS WORSHIP
Decorative Church Windows Mave
Long Been a Form of Ornamenta.
tion Beloved by the Faithful,
The art of glass decorating is not a
modern Bobemian accomplishment,
The Roman cathedral of Prague con-
tained In 1276, two windows which
were decorated with Old and New Tes.
tament scenes. Decorative windows
soon became a favorite form ef church
ornamentation. Asnaes Sylvius. who
subsequently became Pope Pius II and
incidentally was a very close student
of contemporary affairs of Bohemia,
records that the churches of the
Czechs possessed many “high and wide
windows which were brightly and ar
tistically decorated, and such style of
decorating was not confined to the
churches In the large cities and towns,
but even the distant hamlets prided
themselves on churches containing
windows ornamented in a similar fash.
lon.” The curriculum of the division
of technical arts of the University of
Prague Included courses In painting,
wood carving and glass ornamentation,
No degree was ever conferred on a
student unless he could exhibit suf.
clent aptitude as a “glass man” or
qualify in “glassery,” a practical dem.
onstration of the high esteem In
which this branch of the arts was held,
The Unfortunate Rich,
Our observation is that being rich ts
no credit to a bachelor and no help to
a married man—Dallaa News,
Did you ever hear of a
Sng marricd foe Sie putpate of
some one read poetry to him
man's get
of having
a1
FEELLKER
NEW MAN AFTER
USING HYPO-COD”
After Effects of Sickness Leav-
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Appetite.
WIFE TAKES IT,
RESULTS GOOD
influenza a year
with a cough and
“1 suffered from
ago, and it left me
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influenza bad,” declared Mr. Boyd,
whose address is given below,
“A friend recommended
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My wife is also taking it, and
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Just as Bad.
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Meadow Creek, W. Va—*1 had
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doctored ‘with sev.
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any good. Any
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to bloat me and
cause great mis
ery, and at
I would take
spells with my
3 heart and had to
jump up to get
my breath. I had
Just about given up all hope of ever
| getting well when I decided to try
Pr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discon
ery. After taking the first bottle I
could see a difference in myself so
I continued until I took six bottles
| and now I am sound and well"
f BEN BOWLES. All druggists
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