The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-01-11

accent before going to bed. and even 10
sleep. for l was worn out with contendIng
emotions.
Next day Mrs Schuydam breskfasted
in her own room. and took leave of her
host and hostess in the most unassuming
manner. At the station PuyRre wes
about to enter my carriage, when Sir
Walter-my friend ! mean; not the
genuine Sir Walter-spoke a few words 10
him on the platform, and Puygre, with
white face, told me that he would travel
in a smoking carriage. My COMPANION of
the day before entered mine, got me q
newspaper, procured another for himself,
and read it till We were well on our way.
This time we were travelling in a last train.
l asked a few of the questions which an
intelligent American traveller might be
expected to ask he answered as well as
he might. and then producing a pocket
handkerchief he presented 1t to me,
saving. "You dropped this yesterday
when l got out"
Now, the handkerchief was marked in a
verv legible hand, Rachel Brinton. When
one has a double personality. one cannot
be too careful as to how ones double set
OF things is marked. | was rejecting on
this. when he said:
that you would like some explanation OF
what occurred last night?"
What did occur?' l asked. 81 only
saw that You al seemed satisfied with DIR.
Schropff but you know l am only q sleep
ing partner, and have no idea of what DR..
Schroptf may have been revealing"
He looked steadily at me. and felt that
Nine. Schuydam was blushing through
her dusky complexion. ] could keep it
up no longer.
81 am at your mercy" said what
are you going to do? Why did you not
expose me last night"
1T is not nv business" he said, "to OK
pose people. | wish you would let me be
your friend. / am not speaking
to Mrs Schuydam. / am speaking to the
lady with whom travelled yesterday"
Nobody shall ever speak TO Mrs. Schuv-
dam again as long as live" l said, and l
threw that lsdy's crutch out OF the win
dow OF the railway carriage, and suppose
| / exhibited other signs OF emotion for he
seemed deeply interested in the landscape
on the other side"
do you really mean that?" he asked,
after a long pause.
'Yes, whatever happens. Mrs. Schuy-
| dam is dead; my name is Rachel Brinton."
"Then, Miss Brinton, am delighted TO
exp ain what occurred. / had often been
at Mrs. Schuydam's seances; 1 was going
| to attend that of last night, and when you
spoke at Reading | recognized your voice.
| Your Pennsylvania accent is not bad. but
/ never thought it was genuine"
'Do tellw l exclaimed. in the voice Of
/ Mrs. Schuydam.
That was better" he said, "but you
were not always so happy in your imita-
m I a fal I or-1 har,
| the guard called me Sir Walter / saw
| your expression change and l knew YOU
/ took me for Walter We,bore. and had
/ spotted him as your subject. Now | am
J called sir Walter Rethune, and / was OH
/ my way TO visit Welbore and 20 with hiLn
/ t. the Lindsavs. So | PLAYED these antics.
Afterward | arranged with Welbore that
he should pretend that DR. Schroptf was
correct in his revelations. To oblige me
! for l once did him p good turD) he con-
scented, but he laughed dreadiuily during
the performance and nearly spoiled the
whole affair"
And what had Sir Walter Welbore
been doing?" inquired with natural
curiosity.
Counting his pairs of boots and read
/ ing Ruf's Guide to the Turf. Mrs. Schuy-
dam might mean DR.. SchropH might
almost have guessed.
And why" I asked, 'did you let me of
when Sou had such chance of exposing
Mrs. Schuydam?"
do not let US argue about motives, " he
said. nor speak Ill of the dead; Mrs.
Schuydam is dead you know"
And, indeed, he managed so we'll and
arranged matters so cleverlv at West
bourne Park station that when Puygre got
to Paddin eon no Mrs. Schuvdam was to be
discovered. Nay. not trace OF that lady
has been found TO this day. After
Schropff's most remarkable triumph. the
woman who had that spirit of divinatiou
vanished utterly to the extreme bewilder-
ment of the society for psychical research
Some incline to believe that she was dis
integraied; others aver that she is to be
looked for in Thibet; but no one recog-
nizes her In Lady Bethune.