Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1905-02-23

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beautiful face more than childlike
wonder.
The spasms of suppressed passion,
/ knotting into nodes the muscular feat
ures of Sosia's hideous visage, did not
| alright her as they would have done
had her brain been fully sensitive.
you are making very ugly faces, >
she said in a .child-lilie way, and wish
to hear more about Helen Beauclair."
"Ah!" calculated Sosia, becoming
calm instantly and staring at her
keenly
Eyes; I begin to think that I have
known some one named Helen Beau
clair. Perhaps it is because you have
repeated the name so often
! "Yes-perhaps So" replied Sosa,
/ stroking his beard with both hands and
/ making kind of hairy dagger of it's
point "Well, it does not concern GER
/ tain persons ''-here a glance at the
| concealed listeners-"why | hate any
| one, or why saw chance for gratif-
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
er and son exchanged chances Of sur
] prise across the face of the screen.
eyes" continued Sosia, "she, too,
! had heard of the wondrous powers of
! Zeno Sosia, and believing much, Wis
| tied his dwelling at st. Giles. What
| passed? This:
"'You come said I, to obtain some
thing by which you shall be able to
win the love of 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 your
eyes; and l detest him.
And, perhaps, because you love
some handsome young man, who
adores your
THAT does not concern you,' she
said, very haughtily, too. for the dis
| guise she wore.
est is IMPOSSIBLE 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 to me. Here it is" con-
| tinued Sosia, producing a golden ring,
! small, and set with diamond of con
! siderable value.
Holding it toward Helen, he added:
| "Do you recognize the ring?'
mo; it is strange to me-"
"And all that have just said?"
Although I know you are Sosia
! the Sorcerer, and that have seen you
before. And it seems to me that
have known Helen Beauclair, and that
she was with nue. whenever l 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
4 presently. Well, SO began my ac-
quaintance with Helen Beauclair. !
/ gained her confidence. learned who
she was, and the name of the man she
'detested. She told me the name of
/ that man; but she did not tell me the
name of the man she loved. l never
4 work for any one in the dark. | dis
cover all | can by spies, If other means
/ fail me. Usually / am my own spy.
4 was my own spy in this matter, and !
I Undiscovered that the man whom she
4 loved was a man whom hated-a man
4 neither of the nobility nor.of the gent
i ry-handsome and attractive, indeed,
4 but poor and far beneath Helen Beau
clair insranli: for she was the grand
4 daughter of an carl, near relative of
j many noble families, and the heiress
in her own right of great wealth. When
i discovered that this young man was
the favored lover of Helen Beauclair
i he had not been seen by me for two
4 years. He had been well known to
4 me, but for two years / had not seer
him nor heard of him. In brief, had
4 believed that he was dead. know his
4 nature well. | hated him, yet rejoic.
ed to see that he still lived. will not
4 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
4 of sudden. dread, as his gaze met that
Of sosia darting toward him, causing
his brainsto reel with this unspoken
a question: 0 49, ~;
Have I fiend. and not man, fol
4 my agent ~ 81
There is too much OF the demon in
this man, Z thought Capt. Osred. He
knows too much to be q mere tool. We
Imagined we were making him our
servant for gold. He has made GU,
plot his own we have been his tools
4 Tor the qualification Of his own secret
aims. i &
Martha, growing more and more ii
u awe sof one who dared speak SO boldly
4 in the presence Of her dreaded hus
. band, dreaded lord, crouched nearer
Ito the foor, muttering hsder shawl. q
II she drew It over her head to hide from