The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1905-04-08
The S0rCerer
Of St. Giles
CHAPTER iv.-(continued.)
By PROF. WILLIAM HI. PECK.

CHAPTER iV.-(continued.)
"You spoke them-you, Helen Beau
CLAIR" he said, sternly, to recall her
attention to himself-for her gaze had
begun to wander inquiringly about the
room. "You, whom I have grasped
from the grave, spoke thos words to
me, Zeno Sosia. Listen! I am about
to utter the name of the favored lover
of Helen Beauclair. Love is the tails
man-rather the magician that rules
the heart-that sets in motion all the
secret springs OF her mind and soul
that prompts all her actions when she
loves as you do, when death by suicide
is less horrible to her than life with
out her beloved. The favored lover of
Helen Beauclair is not of the gentry
nor Of the nobility. He does not know
where he was born nor who his par
ents were. For years he thought him
self my son, and secretly shuddered
under that belief as he grew from
childhood to manhood: He is an en-
graver, poor, fortuneless, nameless
calls himself-"Ah," he added, after
checking himself just as he was about
to speak the name, II have his minia-
ture portrait here. Do you recognize
it? Can you speak the name by which
you knew and loved the original
name to your own image in the glass?"
AS Sosia spoke he drew miniature
from his vest, advanced and placed it
in Helen's hand.
She had scarcely glanced at the
picture of very handsome, manly and
resolute-featured young man, when
she exclaimed in a thrilling voice:
Clarence! Yes, it is my Clarence
Clarence Darrell! And IL am Helen
Beauclair!" she added.
And letting the picture fall from her
grasp, she sank back upon her pillow
as if dead, or ma swoon.
Patience, gentlemen" he said, wav-
ing his hand toward the screen, from
which both listeners had started for
ward; patience! She is not dead, nor
as II dead, or In SWOOn.
exhaustion"
When Helen uttered the name "Clar-
ence Darrell" Capt. Osred started vio-
lently, as if struck by some invisible,
noiseless hand, and his usually cool and
naughty features assumed an express
sion of deathly rage.
1.-THE name of the fellow" he men,
tally exclaimed, "who struck me down,
in the streets of London, when tried
to peep under the hood of the damsel
who hung upon his arm! If this Clar-
ence Darrell of whom Helen Beauclair
speaks is that man, the girl in the
cloak and hood was doubtless she.
Then have I double reason to hate
Clarence DARRELL
There was a scar of recently heal
ed hurt upon the left cheek of Capt.
Osred; he drew the tips of his fingers
across the scar. as he unused and
thought of Clarence Darrell.
The miniature, after it had fallen
from Helen's hands, had slipped to the
floor, and rolled upon it's oval edge I'M
til it rested, face upward, near the
crouching Martha.
Martha's eyes, keen as they were
hard and gray, fell upon the pictured
face.
She leaned far forward, drew the
picture toward her, and was staring at
it, when Sosia, swooping down upon
her, snatched it from her and return
ed it to his vest.
At this moment Helen Beauclair,
half rising in sitting position, pale
and terrified in feature, stretched one
arm toward Sosia and EXCHANGED:
my memory has all come back to
me! am Helen Beauclair! I remem-
berthe church-the intended mar
riage-the pellet-the sudden pain like
death-stab-but that" she added,
pointing at the coffin on the trestle,
"what means that?"
1T means" replied Sosia, sternly,
"that I have grasped you from the
gravel"