The Bowbells tribune., 1905-02-24

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the altar, showed no emotion upon her
beautiful face. more than childlike
wonder.
The spasms of suppressed passion,
knotting into nodes the muscular feat
! ures OF Sosia's hdeous visage, did not
alright her as they would have done
had her brain been fully sensitive.
"lou are making very ugly faces,
she said in a child-ike way, and / wish
to hear more about Helen Beauclair. .
"Ah!" calculated Sos!a, becoming
calm instantly and staring at her
keenly.
"Yes: I begin to think that l have
known some one named Helen Beau-
clair. Perhaps it is because you have
repeated the name so often.
"Yes-perhaps So. replied Sosa.
strokins his beard with borh hands and
making a kind OF hairy dagger OF it's
point We'll. it does not concern GER
tain persons" glance at the
concealed listeners--"why | hate any
one, or why saw chance for gratitl-
cation of hate in serving Lord Genlis
and Capt Osred in this manner. That
is my affair. Before they sought my
aid. and before Lord Lavet sought my
aid. my attention had been directed to
Lady Ida and Helen Beauclair. BY
whom? By Helen Beauclair herself.
Again the peering faces Of the faith
or and son exchanged ganccs OF sur
20 Of hl
Yes continued Sosia, "she. too,
had heard of the Wondrous powers of
Zeno Sosa. and believing much. Wis
tied his dwelling at st. Giles. What
passed? This:
You come said |, TO obtain some
thing by which you shall be able to
win the love of a young man?
No she replied, but to obtain
something by which l may win the
hate of an old mani
".Ah, Then an old man loves you"
Yes; and detest him.
"'And, perhaps, because you love
some handsome young man, who
;sdores you?'
THAT does not concern you,' she
said, very haughtily, too, for the dis
9uiSe she wore.
"'lt is impossible I said. to cause
any one to hate where he loves; but
/ will aid you. if you will give me the
diamond ring which is upon your fin
ger under your glove
"She gave it 10 me. Here it is, con-
small, and set with Il diamond of con-
siderable value.
Holding it toward Helen. he added:
'Do you recognize the ring?"
NO: ii is strange to me-
And all that I have just said?'
Although I know you are Sosia
the Sorcerer. aud that have seen you
before And il seems to me that 1
have known Helen Beauclair, and that
she was with me whenever | saw you.
1t is all very strange" said Helen. re-
turning the ring to Sosia. and locking
her fair hands across her forehead.
"But it will all be plain to YOU
presently Well so began my ac-
quaintance with Helen Beauclair. l
gained her confidence. 7 learned who
she was. and the name of the man she
detested. She told me the name OF
tha, man: but she did not tell ME the
name of the man she loved. | never
work for ana one in the dark. | dis
cover all can by spies, if other means
fail me. Usually am my own spy. l
was my own spy in this matter, and l
discovered that the man whom she
loved was a man. whom hated-a man
neither OF the nobility nor of the gent
ry--handsome and attractive, indeed.
in face and person. well educated, too,
bu, poor and far beneath Helen Beau
clair in rank: for she was the grand
daughter of an earl, a near relative OF
many noble families. and the heiress
in her own right OF great wealth. When
| discovered that this young man was
the favored lover of Helen Beauclair,
he hud not been seen by me for two
years. He had been we'll known to
me, but for two years | had not seen
him nor heard of him. In brief, had
believed that he was dead. / know his
nature we'll. | hated him. yet rejoic
ed to see that he still lived. will not
tell now why | hate him. rejoiced
that he was alive TO suffer from my
vengeance which aims invisible
weapons at the heart and the BRAIN"
Lord Genlis here swept his hand
across his brow; a sickening sensation
CT sudden dread. as his gaze met that
of Sosia dartiny toward him. causing
his brain to reel with this unspoken
question:
| Have | a fient. and not u man, for
my asent?"
| ''rhere is too much of the demon in
this man." thought Capt. Osred. He
knows too much to be Il mere tool. We
imagined we were making him our
! servan, for gold. He has made our
plot his own--we have been his tools
for the qualification of his own secret
aims"
Martha, growing more and more in
awe of one who dared speak SO boldly
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