The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1905-04-01

pellet which she had swallowed before
the altar, showed no emotion upon her
beautiful face, more than a 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 child-like way, and l 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 sosia,
stroking his beard with both hands and
making kind Of hairy dagger of its
point. "Well, it does not concern GER
tain persons"-here a glance at the
concealed listeners-"why l hate any
one, or why I saw chance for gratifi-
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 glances 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 I may win the
hate of an old man!
."'Ah! Then an old man loves you?'
eyes; and I detest him.
"'And, perhaps, because you love
some handsome young man, who
adores you?'
"'That does not concern you,' she
said, very haughtily, too, for the dis
guise she wore.
"'It is impossible said, to cause
any one to hate where he loves; but
I 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 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 I have just said?"
Although know you are Sosia
the Sorcerer, and that have seen you
before. And it seems to me that l
have known Helen Beauclair, and that
she was with me whenever I 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 &C.
quaintance with Helen Beauclair.
gained her confidence. I 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. I never
work for any one in the dark. l dis
cover all can by spies, if other means
fail me. Usually I am my own spy.
was my own spy in this matter, and I
discovered that the man whom she
loved was 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
but 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
I discovered that this young man was
the favored lover of Helen Beauclair,
he had not been seen by me for two
years. He had been we'll known to
me, but for two years I had not seen
him nor heard of him. In brief l had
believed that he was dead. know his
nature well. hated him., yet rsjoic-
ed to see that he still lived. I will not
tell now why l hate him. I rejoiced
that he was alive to suffer from my
vengeance which aims invisible
weapons at the heart and the braiS."
Lord Genlis here swept his hand
across his brow; sickening sensation
of sudden dread, as his gaze met that
Of Sosia darling toward him, causing
his brain to reel with this unspoken
question:
"Have I a fiend, and not man, for
my agent?"
There is too much of the demon in
this man." thought Capt. Osred. "He
knows too much to be mere tool. We
imagined we were making him our
servant for gold. !. He has made our
plot his own-we have been his tools
for the qualification of his own secret
aims"
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