The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1905-03-25
CHAPTER lII.-(Continued).

and by no means recovered from the
tomblike lethargy in which it had been
submerged for four and a half days.
You recognize me-" he continued,
doubtless because my image was the
last that was in your mind when your
power to think fed from you. Pa
tience! The memory you are striving
to seize will ere long return to you.
Let us see how it is with your men,
DRY. You remember that you have
mother. What is her name?' =.
The maiden sat up in bed, pressed
her hands to her temples apd closed
her eyes.
II have forgotten" she groaned,
after a moments silence. "Great
heaven! Am I not sane? Has my
brain been shattered? Oh, God, have
pity upon me! I cannot remember my
mothers uame!"
ly, she stared at Sosia with wild but
fearless eyes.
He arose, dropped some liquid from
one of his Walls into the water, and
gliding with his quck, short and noise
less step to the bed, he said:
Drink this
The lady obeyed mechanically, and
turned the glass to his hand in silence.
He placed the glass upon the table,
and then lifting the coffin lid till it was
perpendicular, with it's plate toward the
bed, he sad:
DO you recognize the shape of this
thing?"
The lady gazed at the object for a
moment, and then replied slowly:
mo; do not"
Can you remember your own
name?"
Again the young lady pressed her
hands upon her temples, as if by the
action endeavoring to force her mem
DRY to relieve her mind.
"No; have forgotten even my own
name! Alas, what has happened"
she soon cried aloud, and wringing her
beautiful hands with mental anguish.
Courage, young lady! Your mind
has received a severe shock, but it is
not permanently injured" remarked
Sosia. "Look-this is the lid of COT
fin, from which the body of some one
has not long been taken. Here, en-
graved upon this plate, is the name OF
that person. Have you forgotten what
q coffin isl"
"A box in which the dead are buried
Il Think" replied the lady.
Fright! Have you forgotten how
to read engraved characters?"
"No-that is, think can read"
I'VE will try said Sosia.
And then to Martha, who, crouching
been seen by the young lady, he add
ed:
woman, hold this lid near the
lady's bed, so that she may read the
name upon tiff she has not forgotten
how to read.''
Martha obeyed. while Sosia held one
of the candles so as to make the en-
graved characters distinctly visible.
The reading on the silver shield was
as follows:
HELEN DUDLEY BEAUCLAIR,
Born December 3Oth, 1647,
lieu MdACu OWL, 1OOc,
AGED 18 years and 3 months.
The young lady read all this alond,
and then turned her eyes wonderingly
upon Sosia.
"You do not recognize that name?"
he asked.
II do not"
1T is your own"
mine? Impossible"
Then what is yours?'
~ fear-I am sure all is not right
here!" replied the young lady, again
pressing her hands to her temples and
closing her eyes.
Lie down and listen to me-" said
sosia; and when she again had her
head upon the pillow he continued:
There lived in England not long ago
beautiful young lady, named Helen
Dudley Beauclair. She was the daugh-
ter and only child of Lady Ida Beau
clair, widow. The mother, naughty,
ambitious and imperious, and by birth
a relative of the proud and ancient
house of Dudley, in her youth mar
ried, from pure love a gentleman far
beneath her in rank-for she was the
daughter of an earl, and he simply OF
the gentry His name was Berkeley
Beauclair. He is dead. He died many
years ago, leaving Lady Ida widow
with one child-Helen Dudley Beau
clair. Your mind follows what l am
saying?"
Eyes; but have no recollection of
these names. Am not in a dream?
To myself seem to be entangled in
strange dream, vainly striving to iden-
tify myself. see and hear, but my
brain seems to me cork tossed up
and down on the waves of the sea. 1t
drifts, it whirls, it leaps on spray, it
is so light" murmured the young lady,
, locking her hands across and upon her
her forehead, and signing heavily.
But your mind, while you hear my