The Saint Paul globe., 1899-03-26

suade himself that he was unduly nervous,
and that he should find Cora all right.
| The Fates seemed against them that night;
| several times their train had to slow up
! because OF distractions; when they reached
Didcot it was more than haf-past nine ana
when the leisurely branch line train had
deposited them at their destination, it was
after 10 o'clock.
| Mind how you walk admonished Doug
las. The riveI is flooded, and you might
| easily Slip in over your head, if you made
| a false step. There, that is the bungalow;
tnlS snort cut saves nearly a mile along the
read. Cora seems to have some great fes-
| tlVlty on tonight judging from the illum1na-
| tons"
He could not have told why but some
how, the cheerful light seemed to reassure
him, and he began to wonder what he should
say to Cora to account for Colonel Majendie' S
sudden appearance.
There is a big dog about the place, but do
not be alarmed if he comes to greet US. He
is quite quiet" he said, over his shoulder, as
they entered the gate. "Hullo whatever IS
the front door open for?"
A sudden wild .misgving seized him.
He dashed through the little hail. stumbling
over poor Taurc's DEAD body, into the draw
ing-room, and there, lying helplessly among
her pillows, her arms flung wildly out, was
his wife.
With hoarse, inarticulate cry, he sprang
forw ard.
"Majendie, look, look, we are too late They
have murdered her! My darling, my darling,
my little love! Oh! how could 1 have been
such fool as to leave her to such fate
such horrible death? Look at her face:
Oh! what devils walk this earth!"
Here, let me see," commanded Majendie
authoritatively. "They have only just done
it, there is a chance yet. Try artificial respi-
ration. l brought man round with it once,
who had been hanging half an hour Cut
those bands quick
He had seized Ccras slender arms and was
working them slowly and steadily up and
down.
For twenty minutes the two men worked
away, trying every means that the elders ex-
per1ence could suggest, but with the gradual
dying of hope in Douglas heart
1t seemed to him almost impossible that it
could be Cora's self lying there, inert and
ghastly, and at times he could have imag-
ined he was in some nightmare dream.
Heaven help you, I fear she is beyond all
was about to lay down the hand he held
when there the faintest tremor of the
eyelids, and an almost impercentible sigh.
From the very gates of death Cora came
back to her husband.
1t was some days before she had recovered
enough from the pain and shock to hear the
sequel to the emerald necklace and the legacy
of cruel hate bequeathed with it.
1t had been destined to cause yet another
death in its fateful passing from hand to
hand, for, when the floods went down. the
dead body of the pretended juggler was
found under a hedge.
In his ignorance Of the country, he must
have taken the wrong road in the dark, and
slipped into swollen stream.
Under his scanty tunic was the little bag
which held the necklace; but, while Douglas
still hestated as to whether he should come
forward to claim it his property being
alike anxious to be free Of such a dangerous
possession, and unwilling to throw the dan
ger of it on to other shoulders, the matter
was solved for him.
The village lookup, where the corpse had
been left for the night, was broken into and
in the morning it was found that the en-
erald necklace haG disappeared
How and whittier it was never clearly
ascertained; but, doubtless, by now the fatal
gift rests once more the bosom of the
great idol in the faro HimalauaS