Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1910-11-10

| tries seem so pale-and yet so pure"
she continuew, as she buried her face
within the shaggy petals. But they
have no perfumes"
"Ah, yes. they have" denied Hart
ley. I'VE have rose gardens here, too,
and violet beds in springtime. and car
nations in June, when the roses are
sweet; and mignonette, and Towering
almond, syringa, and sweet alyssum-
we have our perfumes, too, my lady.
But they're not musk-laden like your
| feverish India"
"Feverish India unused Mrs. Har-
court. Il wonder if it is so! I am so
much better to-day. 1 can't remember
anything; it's all dim, gray waste in
my head, but it doesn't hurt any more,
and I'm so glad. My husband-where
| is hep"
1t was the first time she had asked
about Harcourt. Hartley hesitated.
He did not know whether to break the
blessed peace that surrounded her. He
did not know what to tell her. Final
ly he decided to tell the truth-a rash
thing always.
why, Miss Lancey disappeared, you
know; or do you remember the young
girl who went to your room that night.
And the police-of course it's foolish of
them, but the police, you know, think
he may know something about her dis
appearance, and they're holding him
till they find her."
rs he in jail?" asked Mrs. Har-
court.
Why. yes" admitted Philip. but
they've made him very comfortable.
You can be comfortable even in Jail,
you know. He doesn't seem to be
minding it much
Sometimes 1 have thought-of late
I don't know, but there seems to De
a shadow between my husband and
me. What is it? 1 know and yet I
cannot tell. Answer me, are there two
Mes? Else why have 1 seen myself
walking in the garden when 1 was
sick. so sick and in my bed? Why
| have / seen myself beneath the trees
caressing my husband when I was in
the house with my baby on my knee !?
What is it? And why? 1 cannot UNI
derstand at all"
Philip tried to soothe her He fear
ed she had overtaxed herself and
blamed himself. He rose to go. but she
detained him.
mo, don't!" she pleaded. You rest
me- Just like the cool water does a
any more like it used to- I wonder
why. They don't give me so much
medicine here any more Harold used
to give it to me all the time. My head
feels so much lighter than it did-as If
| 1t would blow away"
DR.. Fothergill had come in the room
while Mrs. Harcourt was speaking. At
| the last words a triumphant look
| flashed across the physicians face and
her lips formed the words, 81 told YOU
| So"
Il don't believe I ever want to go
back to India" continued Mrs Har-
court, absently following the patterns
| in the ceiling. II feel so different here.
AS if it were another life. And YOU.
dear friend, you have been so kind, /
| love your visits SO. You must come
| oftener"
| Philip blushed under her unconven
tionality. He was we'll aware that
even under the guise of newspaper de-
mands that a penniless S30-a-week re-
porter had no right to call too fire.
quently upon the wife of an East In
dian magnate, herself possessed of a
large fortune. Particularly when this
said wife was young, lovely and
seemingly unfortunate woman.
He made his adieux confusedly. DR.
Fothergill followed him out into the
hall. You must, as she says, come
oftener." the doctor insisted. with tbs
emphasis of all gray haired women
She never speaks of herself except
when you are here. 1t is the only wa,
to clear this thing up. Mind what
say. And matters are muddled badly
enough now, goodness knows Wha
with two young idiots-Mr Nor.
ris and Mr.. Johnson-both heading foi
Africa on a wild goose chase, Mrs
OBSTETRICS death, and the disappear.
far too much woe and ruin accumuIat
ed at the feet of one murder. A fin,
| set of police they have here, I mus
say. Come tomorrow young man
| come Tomorrow"
And Philip needed but little urging
His sentiments for the woman who wa
so slowly convalescing were far to-
tender to suit his reason, when h
stopped to use it. But Philip wa
young. and youth is ever irrational. s.
he counted each hour with Mrs. Har
court as rarer than the gems that ia 8
tened her hair, or her soft lounein
robes of wonderful texture and color
ing. He read to her, he played tina
old Indian game, parchesi, with hei
but the sight of the pasteboards turn
ed her faint. and she suffered q sink