The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1898-11-18

dead man S POCKET WAS Ioula - d 0iiA
| bottle labelled 'qulnlne, on ainlne
several white tabloids which, Or analysts
wave found to be of stry chnine.
| Neyertheless, it is not surprising that
tha nublic remained in ignorance OF this
| last mentioned fact. when 1t is remem-
| hered that the Administration or the
CercIs Ies strangers spend some hundreds
| of thousands of francs annually among
! fine Journals and journalists in order to
real the many suicides which take
Mace in their world-famous combination
of paradise and hell.
CONCLUSION.
George and Liane, fervent in their
newIy-found happiness were married
shortly afterwards in the village church
of Stratfield Mortimer, the OIL timeworn
nlace where for generations his family had
been christented, married, and placed &c
resi-, each latter event being recorded upon
the furnished monumental brasses BY
Mariette's REFUSAL he received the sum
stipulated by his fathers WILL and for a
year they lived high up on Sydenham
Hill, in a house which set It's lace
towards the deep valley wherein murKy
London lies ever beneath its smoke pail,
George journeying each day to his gloomy
cham bers into which no ray of sunlight
had ever been known to penetrate.
By the death of his elder brother, the
result of an accident while hunting last
winter he had, however, suddenly 1ounn
himself the possessor of Stratl1eid Wiun lts
handsome income, and today potn ne aua
Liane live at the Court, and are promi-
nent figures in the county. Lame
sweet beautiful face, graceful bearing and
vivaoious chic, cause her to fhe admired
everywhere, and among the many cnarm-
ing young hostesses IF berkshire no one
Is so popular. ..m..
Mariette, no longer known as .Ihe
Golden Hand has married MAX hicn-
ards and still lives in her pretty villa
where the saloE windows overlook tne
blue Mediterranean Each spring Liane
and GeorgeSspend few weeks WIN aheni,
while they, in return. come to England IN
summer, and are welcome guest at STRAIT
| field
Through many months it was pro.
found mystery how old Sir John became
aware of Narcotics existence, put tnis
was cleared up quite unexpectedly one
day by George, who. in turning over some
of his fathers papers, discovered letter
written by his unknown brother Charies;
who informed the old Baronet that ne had
lost considerable sum at cards to Ger
tain Captain BROKER, and also stated
that he was about to marry. and gave
Mariette's name and some Iac5s couo a4,a
ina her. From this letter the Old gentle
man would no dou BIT suspect her to be an
adyeuturess, and therefore, in his
paroxysm of anger at Georges refusal to
repounce Lame. he made provision IN
his will that this unknown woman should
marry him, Instead of the son ne had dis
carded, and Of whose death he was IN
aware.
In the great oak -panalled drawfng-room
at Stratfield, with its quaint diamond
names. deep-set muilioned windows and
polished floor, there now hangs Cosway 8
beautiful miniature of Lady Anne, and
each time husband and wife glance at it
they remember how very near they once
ware to eternal separation and blank de-
spair But devoted to one another, their
life is now one of unalloyed happiness.
The clouds have lifted, and their days
are as bright and joyous as they once
long ago imagined in their day dreams.
The Captain is back in his oldfashioned
iyied cottage in the village, but dimes
each evening at the Court, where the
cigars are choice and the wines Well-ma-
tuTed. Only once have George and Liane
walked together to that fateful spot be-
yond the railway bridge in Cross Lane.
But for both of them its sight brought
hack memories SO bitter that by tacit
agreement they now always avoid passing
that unfrequented way.
To that estimable body of men, the
Berkshire Constabulary, the motive of
the assassination of Nelly Bridson and
the identity of her assassin remain still q
mystery, as they will for ever
The End.