By HARRIS DICKSON
x Author of
The Black Wolfs Breed." Etc.
Cop7ri?ht,190fr, by D. Appicton A Co.)
CHAPTER IX. Continued.
Monsieur's face brightened. "Oui,
oui, ma'm'selle wish to see zis apart
ment. But zis is my chamber, I sleep
"You. sleep in here?" Alice repeated,
vaguely. Anita glanced at the man
and wondered what he meant.
Alice continued beating on the door.
Monsieur Victor shrugged his shoul
ders at the persistence of these Amer
"Arthemise, Arthemlse," he called,
and clapped his hands. The maid
came, and a few words passed be
tween them in French. "Ze room is
not yet prepare, ma'm'selle," Monsieur
Victor apologized, "but "
"Open this door, open this door,"
Alice demanded so vigorously that
Victor took the key from Arthemise
and threw the room open. Alice
stepped inside with Anita immediate
ly behind her, both their faces turned
toward Mr3. Ashton's bed. They bare
Ay. crossed the threshold, then halted,
Staring and bewildered. There .was
no bed; it was a strange room; neith
er cf them had ever seen it before.
There was no bed with green curtains,
no cisader tapesty; - no Charlotte
Corday on the wall, no Spanish cabi
net no'.hing that they recognized.
"Why this is not mother's room."
Anita's eyes took in every detail at
a glance coats hanging on chairs,
towels thrown across a screen, a shaving-stand,
a line of shoes, a dressing
gown, and slippers. It was a man's
bedchamber; she drew back.
. The- low Napoleon bed in the far
corner had been slept in, and was still
disordered; the heavy center table, the
pictures on the wall everything was
"We have made a mistake," Anita
admitted, and backed out into the hall.
- "I thought," stammered Alice, "that
this was my mother's room. Where
"Your mother?" the Frenchman re
peated, in a tone so utterly blank that
it sent a shiver through the blue-eyed
"Yes, my mother; we left her In
here last night; I thought it was this
"I do not comprehend ma'm'selle."
"No,, it was not this room," Alice
looked in again "no, it was not this
Tho hall was very quiet. Anita
could hear the parrot's chatter in the
court below, the splashing fountain,
the "coo-coo-coo" of the pigeons
even ihe scraping of Hippolyte's
broom came to her from the ban
quette. All around her and about her
was the settled serenity of the Creole
life Yet she began to fear and
"tried to keep Alice from seeing it.
Anita glanced from the politely at
tentive face of Monsieur Victor to
Alice's round blue eyes, startled and
wide open. Then she looked again
into that unfamiliar room. It was
very puzzling, but of course nothing
could have happened.
"Maybe, maybe," she suggested, as
if trying t& reassure herself "maybe
It's the next room; but I felt sure that
this' was the one. May we look?"
"Certalnement, as you please,
Monsieur Victor, courteous and in
credulous, opened dobr after door.
There were six rooms in that part
of the house, three on either side of
the hall, and all rented to carnival
visitors, uue or intsa rooms me giri3
had occupied, and in one they felt
sure they had left Mrs. Ashton. But
which? As Monsieur' Victor opened
the doors the anxious girls peered in.
They found nothing.
Alice caught him by the arm.'
"Monsieur Victor, it was the 'room
with the great big bed In it with
the ""green silk curtains you remem
ber the room that you put mother in
last night?" ' . -
The Frenchman smiled Indulgently,
and looked blank.
"Anita, you remember it?" - -
- The older girl sodded, shut her lips
tightly, and went on searching. In
the rear room opposite their own they
found a sweet-faced old lady, very
deaf, knitting beside a window.
Monsieur explained omething to her
: in French, through a trumpet. She
nodded that the young ladies were
free to search her room if they chose.
Anita murmured an apology, and
drew Alice after her into the hall.
"Monsieur Victor, where is my
"mother?" Alice caught the lapel of
hla coat, and besought - him; the
Frenchman shrugs 2d his shoulders
- with . an express!. a of painful igno
"My mother. Monsieur Victor, my
tnother the girl insisted, "don't you
remember try to remember her foot
slipped," she stepped in the gutter
last sight when you helped her from
' Piteously as she gazed up into his
face, the man's expression showed
that he did not remember, -although
for ner sake lie tried very hard, lie
was very sorry, very sympathetic, but
could recall no other lady being with
the two girls when they came, to his
Alice dropped Into a chair beside the
door, and began to cry., Anita was
not satisfied. She Tcept wandering
from roon to room, utterly bewildered
looking for something that .would set
her straight. Time , and again she
stopped at the first door that they
"This is the room," she said, final
ly; "we noticed the broken knob on
this door when we came out last
Monsieur Victor seemed a trifle dis
concerted at the positive statement.
Alice sprang up and came running.
"Yes, it is, it is.".
The maid followed ; Alice . dragged
her across the threshold.
"Try to remember, Arthemise;
mother sat right there, you took off
her stocking and washed her foot
surely you remember that? Oh, no,
it wasn't here at all." and the girl
burst out crying again.
Arthemise spoke no English, but
she understood, and shrugged her
- Alice came like a child to Anita,
hid her head, on the other . girl's
breast, and suffered herself to be led
from the room. Anita stood perfect
ly still In the hall stroking Alice's
hair, and trying desperately hard to
think what could have happened.
For.Mrs..Ashton's room had disap
peared the huge bed with green cur
tains the Crusader knight the cabi
net the memories of Lafltte Mrs.
Ashton herself, the real and the un
real all, everything had vanished
from the daylight, like night-born
fantasies of a dream.
INTO THE VOID.
Monsieur Victor Laboulsse followed
the girls from the room and closed
the door the door that had the
broken knob. Anita and Alice stood
bewildered in the hall, watching him
"What's the Mattcrr
lock it, listening to the rasping bolt
as It slipped into place.
- "Mother did come here with us.
didn't she, Anita?" Alice sobbed.
Anita tightened her clasp about the
younger girl. It seemed a thousand
years ago last .. night a thousand
miles away, a confused entangled
memory of some strange land, some
vanishing castle, where men whis
pered, and where a pair of tense
black eyes stared at her from a win
Instinctively her thoughts turned
to Noel , Duke, . if, indeed, they had
ever strayed from their usual abiding-
place. She forgot his neglect, forgot
her resentment, she felt -only her
weakness, and hoped - he might be
near. She would appeal to him; even
if he did hate Mrs. Ashton he would
come, for her sake. He would com
pel this shriveled little mummy to
tell ' the . truth. Yes, yes." she would
go to the street door and call him..
"Come,1 Alice," she said;-and half
supporting her cousin, Anita moved
decisively toward the door at the end
of the "hall.
But If that were Noel, why did he
sit in that window across the street
and stare? Why. did he look so pale
and haggard? What was it that he
and Victor were talking about so
earnestly? What agreement "was
there between them? Why should
Noel be so anxious to hide some
thing? Why did he agree not to
oome back to this house if - Victor
would not teU? What was It that
Victor could tell? Victor had said
"ladies must be protect;" what did he
mean by that? What woman did Noel
mean to harm? -
A thousand Jumbled . ideas Sashed
through Anita's mind. "No, no, she
stopped herself at the threshold. But
she must - do something; .Monsieur
Vietor wretched " little creatu:
kept watching her with his toad's
eyes, and Alio waa worse than help-
"I shall. call the ponce," she said,
vaguely. - - - .
.. "What for does mademoiselle wish
ze police?" Victor inquired, blandly,
with palms outspread.
"I want the police! she almost
screamed back to him.
" "Oui. oui, ma'm'selle; I have zem
in . one minute." Victor bowed with
the air of doing a foolish thing in or
der to pacify a child. - "Hipleet!
Hipleet!" he called, "run! quick,
fetch ze police for ma'm'selle
Hippolyte came from the court be
low and hobbled up the stair, his cap
In hand; he had not understood. v
Anita advanced to meet him at the
door. Again she Btopped. a choking
fear clutching at her throat. - -
"The man across the street," she
thought, and shuddered; "what had
he- done? Perhaps he knew per
haps." She raised her hand. "Oh, no, no.
Monsieur Victor, do not call the po
liceyet " '
Victor shrugged his shoulders hope
lessly; was ever man so beset?
Hippolyte had scarcely disappeared
before he came back again. Anita
turned to him as she might havo
turned to any trifle which promised
"Two gentleman; zey wait," he said,
and handed Anita their cards "Mr.
Felix Chaudron, Mr. Woodford
Vance." Anita read the names aloud.
and dully wondered how Woodford
Vance happened to be here.
"Oh," Alice exclaimed, "I know!
Mother wrote him a month ago; he
was to meet us here, and surprise
Sire tore herself away from Anita,
sped through the hall, down the steps,
and without noticing a stranger's
presence, ran straight to Woodford
"Oh, I'm so glad you came," she
burst out; "something terrible has
happened. Mother was here with us
last night. Now she's gone, and we
can't find her anywhere. Come."
She caught his hand, led him stum-
bling up the stair, round the balcony
and into the back hall.
The young Creole followed a slen
der fellow with tiny mustache, and
indolent-looking eyes. Victor greet
ed this man rwith elaborate politeness,,
for he knew the Chaudrons.
They.came upon Anita standing in
the hall where Alice had left her, her
deep eyes gazing through the doorway.
She held out her hand to Woodford
LVance without a word.
"What's the matter?" he asked
after he had hurriedly presented
I don't know exactly; we came
down from Vicksburg last night with
my aunt.. She went to sleep In that
room I think it was that room " -
"No, Anita, It was not that room.
Alice corrected. -
I'm sure that was the room," Ani
ta insisted, "and now she Isn't here:
she Isn't In the house. These people
say she did not come." : .
Impossible! How foolish!" Vance
was a practical business man. and
would have laughed outright but for
Alice's hysterical distress. Felix
Chaudron looked from one mystified
girl to the other, . then straight at
"What about this. Monsieur Labou
lsse?" "Ma'm'selle ees mistake.. Victor
spread out his palms with a depre
catory gesture, heart-broken at' hav
ing to take issues with a lady. "Ze
two young lady zey come to my house
las' night; I give zem a room; sis
morning zey speak of one more lady.
I. know nutting of her. One young
lady say her muzzer sleep in zat room
one say she do not. 'One say yes,
one say "no" as you bear, m'sleu; t
am tn one great perplex. - Zat ees
my room; I sleep cere las' might.'"
The bewildered Frenchman shrugged
his shoulders helplessly.
- fro ps CQNTrprtTKP.)
TRICKS OF" LIETaORY
STRANtiE PHENOMENA THAT
PUZZLE SCIENTISTS. 1
Accounted for by Some on the -Basis
of Transmigration of Soul
ond Explanation Is a Phys
ical One. . .
"Have we ever lived before?" is a
question which is interesting many
correspondents of British newspapers.
Dr. Andrew Wilson analyzes the
strange phenomena of memory given
by the contributors In part as follows:
"The doctrine of metempsychosis or
transmigration of souls represents a
very ancient belief. Not merely did
it credit the possibility that the soul
after death' could be transferred from
one human being to anotherr"but it
also held that the human soul might
take up its abode in another form of
lite and be transferred from the purely
human to the lower animal domain
The theory asserts that as eachstage
is ended and a new . era begun the
soul sheds most of the features it il
lustrated in the life it left, retaining
now and then, however, vague memo
ries of some of Its antecedent states.
Such memories, forcibly projected
into the foreground of our existence
today, it is held, should convince us
that we have 'lived before.
"Everything we have heard or seen
or otherwise appreciated through the
agency of our sense organs every
impression, every sensation is really
stored up within those brain cells
which exercise the memory function.
True,, we may not be able to recall all
of them at will; many are doubtless
beyond the reach of the power that
revives and prints off for us positives
from our stored-up mental negatives.
But it is none the less significant that
on occasion we can disinter memories
of events whose date lies very far
back in our lives recollections, these,
perhaps, we have never realized after
their reception, but lying latent, and
only waiting the requisite and proper
stimulus to awaken them and to bring
them to the surface of our life.
This expresses briefly what we
mean by 'subliminal consciousness.
It Is that under-layer of stored-up im
pressions and memories which is only
fully awakened in certain brain states
and of which, in our ordinary life, we
only receive the faintest and most
occasional reminders of its existence.
We do not -recognize the source of
every bit of ancient news -the subli
minal consciousness may bring to
light and so we treat its resurrections
as if they were reflections from some
previous phase of existence. But often
the clew is supplied us and the ap
parent mysterious awakening of past
life apears merely as a recollection,
the origin of which we did not at first
recognize.. -'i -:
"Even the Idea that " sometimes
strikes us on entering a strange place,
hitherto unknown to as, that we 'have
been there before," is capable of ra
tional explanation. Our brain is built
on the double principle, and acts in
appreciating our surroundings through
the simultaneous work of its two in
tellectual centers. If there exists a
slight discrepancy in this simultan
eous work, so that one half of our
brain appreciates the scene a little
before the other half, we are presented
with the false memory of having seen
the place before."
A Submarine Kite.
A strange kite, devised by a Swed
ish engineer, is made to fly under wa
ter. . ' . '
It is constructed ' of light canvas,
spread upon a strong but light metal
frame, and is made In two sections.
The lower and smaller section ". de
pends from the upper and is connect
ed with it by a kind of coupling.
The mission of the apparatus is to
warn vessels of shoals, or places
where there is an insufficient depth of
water. A small wire cable runs from
the kite to the vessel's deck.
. As the ship sails along the kite
trails beneath or beside the craft at
such depth as will insure safety.
If at any time the bottom of the
kite touches ground a device relieves
the coupling connecting -It with the
upper part and the alarm bell is
sounded on deck. -
The kite may then be drawn up, re
adjusted and thrown overboard again,
to resume Its silent but useful vigils.
Not Worth Noticing.
Hawley But. surely,' you don't pro
nose to let Huskle's remark pass un
challenged? Crawlsy That's Just what I pro
pose to' do. - ...
Hawjey Why. man alive, he called
you a blithering idiot!
Crawley Exactly; but, my dear sir,
there Is no word in the English dic
tionary as "blithering." The Catholic
Standard' and Times. ' .
- -- . Even Worse. - . "
, "I can't imagine anything more un
satisfactory. remarked the chronic
kicker, "than a meal at our boarding
house." ' .- t '
"No, replied the sentimental -youth.
"Evidently you never got a kiss from
your best girl over the telephone."
New Minister I am glad you en
Joyed your trip. Foreign travel broad
ens one so. '
Mrs. Cumup (portly) Why. Mr.
Sol up; how can you say that? Z
don't weign an ounce heavier than
when I started." "
- Held Back.
"That big foundry over there cut
get ahead very tast." - .
;- -Why not?"
"It's always casting anchors.
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