The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1908-01-18

distance. They were phantoms OF
despair reckoning to her in the moon
light They had brought suffering to
her as well a. to myself: for had
not gone to Lucerne, and told her the
story of my cowardice. perhaps she
would have been spared the knowI
edge Of her brothers disgrace.
Dear" said gently. do you 70
member the little beacon that shone
long after the lights ON Pilatus and
Rig had flickered out? That little
light put heart into me then. It tells
you to hope now"
There is no light ON the mountains
over there tonight"
ct may burn thuogh you do not see
1t. The packet / took from the safe.
have you destroyed it,"
Il was about to do 20 as you en-
tered. Here 1t is"
| Capt. Forbes has just given me the
second packet--the one that Madame
de WARMER took from me forcibly. II
is possible that its contents concern
your brother May / open tty"
YES" she said listlessly.
| tore open the packet with DELHI
Grafton, though heavens knows my
fingers trembled. I spread the paper
on the piano where had shown
Madame de WARMER the death-mask
the evening before. read them one
after the other. The proof was alb
solute. Sir Mortimer's honor could
no longer be questioned. Fools we
had been and blind.
Helena" said, mastering my emo
ton with an effort 1T is as I
thought; these papers throw q flood
of light on the letters and notes Of
your brother that we have so harshly
misunderstood"
She came swiftly to my side.
"Harshly misunderstood" she repeat
ed with blanched lips.
l was sorting carefully the papers
Helena had just given me, the letters
supposed to have been written by the
committee of freedom, and to which
Sir Mortimer's comments were pin
ned. laughed aloud when l saw
that these letters, supposed to be the
originals were typewriter. as were
the copies.
Now / understood why Madame de
WARMER had refused to let me see
what she called the original papers.
1t was not so much that she feared I
should destroy them; she knew that
the fact of their being typewriter
would at once awaken my suspicion.
did 1t not occur to you as being
rather suspicious that these letters
were written on typewriter"
"At first it did," replied Helena,
searching my face wonderingly.
But she quieted my doubts by ex.
planning to me that the letters were
typed to prevent the possibility Of
their being traced"
THE ingenious Madame de Var
nier!"
/ Helena did not speak; her agitation
was too great for words. She watch.
ed me, at once bewildered and eager
while read the contents of both
packets carefully once more. When
had read them, l sorted them nc
less carefully. For ten minutes there
was silence between us.
Helena / said with q deep sigh
when had finished my task, "once
tonight / said this was Castle Of
Lies, but / did not realize until now
how surely spoke the Truth. These
letters are forgeries."
Impossible" she murmured, wiring
ing her hands in anguish. Il know
my brothers writing too we'll"
Follow me carefully, and you viii
see that I speak the truth. do moi
question your brothers handwriting
But listen first Of all to this dispatch
which was taken from Capt. Forbes
when he was trapped in the tower
Tell me If any of the expressions II
it are familiar to you"
Yes, yes," she cried eagerly, whel
had finished. Lofty principles actu
ate Bulgaria, but lofty principles arr
not sufficient to insure success 'Yo,
need have no anxiety that your owl
{ interests will run counter to those o.
England the references to the loan
to my brothers indiscretion. to hi,
3 ambitions-all these appear In m,
{ brothers notes in connection with thu
: letters of the committee of freedom"
3 Now read these letters-the con
I tents Of the second packet The,
; we're written to your brother b,
E Prince Ferdinand himself, and dea
with the loan to be floated by tn,
) banker to finance Ferdinand's inva
5 sion of Macedonia. The notes ant
: comments of your brother have refer
|. ence. not to these typewriter letters
. | which were never written by any com
! mittee Of freedom. which were neve
{ received by Sir Mortimer, but ar
. the cunning fabrications of that WON
: an-but to these letters Of Ferdinand