Constance Dunlap

d searchingly at her interrogator, as if her face

on forty, a chance acquaintance at a shoppers' tea r

experiences, Mildred," confess

ou! Last night, Constance, I had the strangest dream. It has left such an

ll me ab

, then began slowly, as if not

g. And yet somehow I could not get to him. I was afraid, with such an oppressive fear. I tried-

eemed to be pursued by some kind of animal, half bull, half snake. I ran. It followed closely. I seemed to see a crowd of people and I fe

face was qui

nce, "you must not take it so.

m," she said, "but you don

ompatibility of her married life, but as Constance was getting used to confi

that Forest and I are not-not on the best of term

was that she had rather liked deForest Caswell, although she had only met her friend's husband a few times. In fact she was surprised that m

handed it to Constance, not as if it was of any importance to herself

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asked Mrs. Caswell, as Constance finished read

ked Constance, rereading the

call her a dream do

or to settle the affairs of life. Only a moment she

assandra, as they entered the bronze grilled plate glass door and turned on the first floor toward the home of the Adept. Constance had an uncomfortable feeling a

omen there already. As they entered Constance had noticed a peculiar, dreamy odor. There did not seem to be any hurry, any such thing as time he

to the fact that some were smoking little delicately go

ance, but after a puff or two managed to put it

bably accounted more than anything else for her success. She was clad in a house gown of purplish silk which clung t

d Constance with o

s," purred Madame, leading t

e air of one who worshiped at the shrin

tremulously, "I have had anot

thed Madame, stroking her

forth her story as she had a

mple. His love is dead. That is what you fear and it is the truth. The wall is the wall that he has erected

I am used to without mon

y? You remember that delightful Mr. Davies who has been here? Yes? Well, he is a regular client of mine, now. He is a broker and never embarks in any enterprise without first consulting me. Just the other day I

mber of books and paused to examine their titles. She was surprised to see among the old style

out a way in which you can be independent. And, you know, Mr. Davies is a perfect gentleman,

rose to go she remarked, "Thank you very much. I'll

sorry you must go, but really I have other appointm

f her?" asked Mrs. C

answered Cons

ed up quickly. "Y

ietly, "I have had too much experience in W

r feeling which some psychologists have noted, of being stared at. She turne

," she said, "but I just have

dow of an art store across the street. He had stopped so that although his back was turned he could, by a slight

was Drummond, the dete

ctive floors of their apartment house. Still Constance could not get

irvoyant's were on the shelves. Fortunately she found some, found indeed that they were not all, as she had half

es of the famous Dr. Sigmund Freud of Vienna, and as she read she found that she

ly all dreams portray some delight of the senses and that sexual dreams are a large proportion of all visions. But the more she thought of it, the more clearly was she able to analyze Mrs. Caswell's

day before. Constance was not surprised. Her intuition told her that something had happened and she hardly needed to guess that Mrs. Caswell had

ther dreams?" asked

seemed that I was breakfasting with Mr. Davies. I remember that there was a hot coal fire in the grate. Then

trange thing to her, now that she was a sort of amateur dream reader herself

Davies to-day?" C

You seemed so set against speculating in Wall Str

ent on Constance. "Did you have

you are positively uncanny, Constance.

seen him and invested before. Madame Cassandra's mention of him yesterday caused the dream of last night. The dream of last night probably influenced you to see him again to-day, and you invested in United Traction. That is t

d, then attempted to turn it off with a

r of dreams," answered Constanc

her mind. That was to visit M

s himself approached her courteously. Instinctively Constance distrusted him. He was too cordial, too polite. She could feel the claws hidden in his velvety paw, as it were. There was a debonnai

ng a new customer. She had to be careful not to betray any of the real and extensive knowledge about Wall S

nto the hall to the elevator. As he bent over to shake hands, she n

the elevator. "I'm sure Mildred is in badly with this crowd, one urging her o

she turned just for a moment she thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of Drummond d

ly," resolved Constance. "I WILL

ew nothing, at least put her on her guard. She did not have long to wait

all day," sighed Mildred, dropping s

tter?" asked Constance. "Let

little cups Mild

ng in Wall Street," she confided at length. "I suppos

ond back of the post in Davies'

h, I never knew him to be s

money?" asked Constance.

more weird, every day, Constance

Dav

sen. "Don't-do

are for him!" asked C

he paused, then went on more calmly, "Constance, believe me or not-I am just as good a woman to-

at thinking. What should she do? Something must be done an

Davies. Constance had often heard before of clairvoyants and brokers who worked in conjunction to fleece the credulous. Now another and more serious element than the loss of money was involved. Added to them was a divorce detective-and honor itself was at stake. She remembered th

nstance determ

sible pretext. She was surprised to find that he accepted it without hesitating. It set her thinking. Drummond must have told him somet

woman came in again to see her as she had done scores of times before, to pour out her heart. Forest had not come

t your dreams?" asked Constance, after she

ow," she

the truth whether she liked it or not. "That clairvoyant and Mr

e drew a long breath and shut her eyes. "Oh, you

ious self. She knows that there is no better way to enter into the intimate life of a client, according to the new psychology, than by getting at and analyzing the dreams. And she knows that y

ible falsehoods to help her own ends. She is trying to arouse in you those passions which you have suppressed, and she has not scrupled to use drugged cigarettes with you and others to do it. You r

otic fear in a woman has its origin in repressed, unsatisfied love, love which for one reason or another is turned away from its object and has not succeeded in being applied. Then his death. That simply means that you have a feeling that you might be hap

e you two. You tried to get over it and you fell. That means yo

y. She might deny but in

The crowd in a dream always denotes a secret. He is pursuing you, as in the dream. But he hasn't caught you. He thinks the

As for the messenger and the message about the United Traction, there, too, was a plain wish, and, as you must see, wishes in one form or another, disg

tly glows As the secret

risen, an indignan

, knowing that such indignation was the first sign that

condition is just what I find, that absence of love would be abnormal. My dear, you are what the psychologists call a consciously frigid, unconsciously passionate woman. Consciously you rejec

d. "Is-is there a-det

ance

chair, her head bowed in her hands, her little lace h

sudden tap

stance, shoving her through the

Forest

said, "Good evening, Mr. Caswell. I hope you will pardon me for asking you to call

s bad enough to get mixed up badly in Wall Street, but what would you yourself say-you are a bu

nce on the defens

r dream?" she

oment as if doubting

ed in disgust, "yo

you dream?"

red somewhat petulantly. "What of

ream of Mildre

he admitted

r-er-people?"

But what has that to do with it? I cannot help

ld her just enough. She discerned a vague sense of jealousy in his tone which told her more than words that whatever he mi

thing of the new theorie

be equally frank with you. I think you are far too sensible a woman no

not look at them. Evidently he knew the contents by heart. Constance did not need to be

m searchingly. She was determined n

e so sure that there is nothing in this dream, business. Befo

almost dropped

sed. Sometimes the dream is frank and shows an expressed wish. Other times it shows a s

according to the modern psychologists who have studied dreams carefully an

the point, glad to note

e to her in the first place. I pass over that. I do not know whether you or she was most to blame at the start. But that woman,

riend Drummond, Drummond who has, no doubt, to

a cigarette which she had mana

oke

puckered his face, frowned, and rubbed the l

" he asked s

a drug noted for its effect on the passions. More than that," added Constance, leaning over toward him and catching his eye, "Madame Cassandra was working in

reserving this for a last shot at her, that he realized she

s she was foolish. But it was not so much to her discredit as to those who cast her adrift when she had a natural right to protection. Here was

s dangerous to be with a person who pays

The door buzzer sounded and he stepped in, perhaps to

liously and was about to speak. But she did

her just enough to confirm Drummond's own story to Caswell, "ask him to tell the truth-if he is capable of it-not the truth that

terrupted Drummon

I am a-a she-devil"-she almost hissed the words at him-"but I have evidence enough to go before the district attorney of this city and the grand jury and get indictments for

ion of the detective. As for Drummond, he turn

said bitterly, "

provocation, every temptation for financial, physical, and moral ruin. She has consulted a clairvoyant-yes. She has speculated-yes. Yet she was proof against something greater than that. And I know-becau

ore she knew it, the portieres flew apart and an eager little woma

still keeping one hand. Half shoving her aside, ignoring Constance,

led up the mass of tissue paper repo

it-but, mind, if it is one penny more than it should be, I'll-I'll fight if it takes me

slowly again

brute," he

sy rose in Constance's heart as

aid, stroking his wife's hand gently but looki