The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-03-17
(Chapter I. Continued,

1.-THE marriages, Of which we have been
speaking. took place in America, at
watering place not far from New York
! believe. place called Newport, where
the young American woman's family had
large summer chateau. The ceremony
was OF course. solemnized in church,
at some little distance from the chateau
But while the newly married pair were
being driven from the church to a fete
which was to follow, the horse attached
to the bridal landau took fright at the
passing of a motor car and ran away.
finally dashing the landau to pieces
against an iron column, a street lamp, I
understand. The prince escaped with a
few bruises. his wife. on the contrary"
Not dead? not dead?" I cried, lean
ing forward over the little table.
His wife, on the contrary" said Won
Altdorf. was severely 1njured-injured
as TO the head. Her injuries were so Sc
we're. In fact" he continued. turning the
little llqueur glass slowly in his hand,
and staring down upon it. that she was
still In a condition OF Inconsistencies
and delirium, when a fortnight later the
prince was called home to Novodnia upon
the sudden death Of his father and broth
q ers by the malignant fever which swept
the entire family ''>
And since?", I cried "since? Get on
with it, colonel! What has happened
snce?"
most extraordinary part of it has hap
pened SINCE The princes wife. struck
down so cruelty. as it were upon the altar
steps, recovered from her injuries in a
months time-bodily.''
Bodily" said I in a half whisper
BODILY? why-why you don't mean
The blow being upon the head con-
tnued Won Altdorf. has in some man
ner-for information upon which I must
refer you to our friend the physician
here-so acted upon her BRAIN that upon
her bodily recovery, it was found she had
completely lost her memory Of recent
events, of any event. indeed. later in oc-
currence than a year back"
Good Cod" cried. Then she didn' t
know she had been married? She didn't
remember the prince at all?"
1.-The unfortunate lady had. alas. no
recollection whatever of anything con-
nected with her marriage or her &C
quaintance with the prince. She would
not know him if she were to meet him
face to face.
"Of course she was told Of her marriage,
that had to be done. though at the ex-
pense Of a great nervous shock. but. as
she grew no better, the family deemed 1t
the wisest thing to bring her to Europe,
to place her, in short, under the personal
care of the greatest alienist living. They
brought her to Sir. Gavin here, and Sir
to her treatment.
What here?" said 7, there in Paris?"
"Where else?" demanded Colonel Won
Altdorf
Now Mackenzie had as knew. taken,
six months BEFORE that great triangle Of
garden which is comprised between the
Boulevard Raspail, the rue Denfert Roch-
ereau and the little impasse called the
rue Bossonade. The triangle extends
from it's base along the rue Boissonade,
nearly to the Place ,du Lion de Balfort
and belonged. at one time. to a convent OF
Importance. whose quaint medieval build
ings, set near the point Of the triangle
and opening upon the rue Denfert Rocher-
eau, Mackenzie had made habtable and
refurnished with some comfort. AS fol
the garden, high walled from the streets
there is no finer in old Paris.
1t was here, then, that the unfortunate
lady must be living, a scant half mile
from where we sat in the Cafe dAlencon
"And she's better?' I asked "She'l
recover?' ..,.~
Mackenzie dropped a fist upon the little
table and the glasses jumped and ratified
She's no BETTER said he, NOR will b,
If know my trade There are thing:
too secret for human skill man. things
that lie on the gods knees and must eve
be So The poor lady will never have
back her year Of memory unless it be b!
some miracle that's beyond our own ken
But just now we are brought face to fac
with new problem. The lady, so sool
as she was informed Of her marriage, be
gan to express a most lively interest in he
unknown husband. an interest which ha
grown-she is still in a nervous state, to-
delicate to be trifled with. vel understan
to such degree that we're at our wits
end. She fancies-poor body-that we'r
in a league to keep him from her, an
won't understand why he can't be pro
duced. She's rapidly working herself t
the point O. dementia again, ar
unless something can be don
within the next few days I'll not answe
for the consequences
'And he?'' said I, "the Prince? He's
has, l suppose, in Novodina:' ,4
aye" said Won Altdorf. He's at hon
where he can't be spared. struggling
keep the throne Of his fathers under n
. body. and to prevent those pestilent Pave
ovitches from sitting in his seat. as they
give their souls to do. curse them!' ..-
"Ah!' said +. There's another dynast
weary for a throne to sit upon? Pavelt
witch? I seem to recollect the name"
They're the Russian party growle
Won Altdorf. And may the devil take h
own! There'd be no independence in NJ
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