The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-08-29
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BY WILLARD MACKENZIE
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BY WILLARD Mackenzie
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almost the same day that Dngnteo my IKE
biighted hers too !"
DO not be 70 malicious, Eleonore Be
sides, you have no reason 10 BE- IN this
case, for Mis- Grierson would have lent
Sir Launce the money to pay on the
mortgage II she had not been carried on
lust at the tine. She had arranged IT
all with some lawyers But as soon as
she was out Of the way, Wylie went to
them, and said that Miss Grierson had
changed her mind, and the money was not
to be paid"
And It was IL who coptrived her
abduction-who was the means OF pre-
venting this and he made me the TOOL 20
work my own destruction. From ~nom
did you hear all this?"
From Mr.. Stafford. As coon as MISS
Grierson was released and came nome
and told how your letter had led her into
the ambuscade, he rushed down to bromp-
ton in terrible rage, and | happened
to be in the house"
There was a long silence, and then
Eleonore said, II shall sell of my furni-
ture-everything at Brompton-turn It
all into money ; and l want you to see 10
it at once for me-"
She was naturally very exhausted a1ter
this conversation, and fell, soon after she
had spoken those last words, into deep
! sleep.
where can the nurse be-? muttered
Mrs. Freeman to herself She ought 10
have been back long ago. | must go out
before the shops shut, and | shall nave 10
| 90 at once. She seems very sound asleep
| | think might venture to leave her.
| She had not left the room more than
| ten minutes when Eleonore awoke All
was STILL the nurse had not returned, ana
the patient was alone. The room was very
dim and shadowy, illumined as 1t was
only by rushlight
She called Freeman" and when nc
answer came. she raised herself upon ner
elbow. and looked round the room Even
that effort was too much for her
| How strange her face felt She pu'
her hand across it. A thrill shot through
her. Was she in a dream, OF had nei
sense of touch deceived her? The Skin
was no longer smooth and soft, but rug
ped and uneven She looked at her hands
they were reduced to skin and bone; ana
bv the dim light, she could just perceive
some spots upon them What Sickness
| had she been attacked withY
! "Ahl great heavens, could it be thatF
Excitement gave her strength. and sn'
struggled out of bed and staggered TO I'M
dressing table. There was no LOOKING
glass upon it-none to be seen anywhere
Trembling and nerveless, she SAM
mon a chair. She looked at her hand
again There was no mistaking tn
marks this time. Oh, for mirror o
some kind. that she might know Tn
worst
The toilette glass must be hidden some
where. Holding on to the walls and fur
niture, she looks about the room. A
last she finds it concealed beneath tn
he'd. She drags it out, and sets it upol
the table.
| With trembling hands, she swings Tn
face of the glass towards her. One 1901
. shrek of horror-an unearthly cry
horror more than human upon her qulv
ering face-and shuddering from head t
foot. she gazes upon her own reflection.
The fell disease has concentrated all it
ravages in her face, which is blotched
scanned, SCARED and ploughed by IL
1t cannot be her face-the face tina
was the god of her idolatry-the fac
whose fascination no man ever could re
sist-this hideous thing fills her soul wit
terror She strikes at the fearful rehec
tion. and the glass falls shiyered upo
the floor.
After this she is seized With delirium
has TO be watched night and day. an
held down forcibly, to prevent her dashln
her head against the wall, or rendln
herself with her nails.
There is one name ever upon her lip
Willie. He Is omnipresent to her mac
ness-ever standing at the foot of the be
mocking her; and then she shrieks, an
struggles to seize upon him, until e1
haustion paralyzes her; but she still NUT
ters threats as she lies back upon he
pillow.
All this time her life hangs upon
thread. The doctor says that 1t is impo:
: sible for her to recover. After Will
the delirium exhausts itself, and then sh
lies for upwards of week in state
coma.
After this she slowly begins to rally
the crisis is past. She will live. But n
shadow of her former self remains. Sh
Is gloomy, morose. seldom speaks, neve
looks in a glass, seem to be ever BROOD
ing upon some one thing.