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

papers.
On the fly leaf of a French Bible, in
a woman's hand-an odd hand with
peculiarly forcible strokes-were these
entries:
Married January 10. 1899. Cerisse
Corella Wayne. daughter of Desiree
and John Francis Wayne, and Ham
leye Hackleye. third son of Sir Walter
and Lady Evelyn Hackleye.
Born, November LIST, 1900, to Ce-
risse Corella Wayne Hacl1leye and
Hamleye Hackleye. a son, Walter
Hamleye Hackleye.
Born, October 10, 1901, to Cerisse
Corella Wayne Hackleye and Hamleye
Hackleye, a daughter Paula Cerisse
Hackleye."
Gradually there became fixed more
securely the public idea that Hackleya
had murdered his wife. And the grow
Ing impression was that Hackleye and
Harcourt were one and the same, but
the most inexplcable of all was the
dual resemblance between the two
women. but al that the Man-Aperil-
la puzzled.
Mark Flanders, the old attorney from
whom Hackleye had rented the house
at "a Briarsweet place, was so upset
by the sensation in which the staid old
home was figuring that he nearly went
wild AS it was, he cut short his Eu
ropean trip, and came home in a jffy
to see that the beloved old homestead
was not whitfield to bits by enterpris-
Ing sleuths who were seeking further
for secret passages and subterranean
ways.
Mrs. Desterle died early in the fall
and her heart broken husband took
their accumula ted savings and went
home to Paris. Harold Harcourt was
still sitting behind the bars of the
Jail. The British government did not
come and lead him out of captivity.
Harcourt's wife was slowly getting
better in the hospital to which they
had removed her There had been
shocking days of ia Wings So eXtraordi-
nary that the curses had stood abash-
ed at the horrors revealed there had
been times when Mrs. Harcourts
strength outranked that of even the
strongest attendants. and in her vio-
lence she had essayed to kill herself.
but oftenest she was weak as a sick
kitten. and lay inert and helpless on
her narrow bed, moaning as if within
her slender frame fermented the an
came daily to see her. His quiet pres
ence always had a calming effect upon
the sick woman. and she seemed TO
recognize him. Philip called first be-
cause the paper sent him, and yet, as
the months drifted by and the Wayne
murder mystery was relegated grad
ually from first to a second, and then
TO fourth and even to fifth page
place in tho paper, he went because
he wanted to. not confessing to him
self why. He couldn't have told He
couldn't resist the emotion that drew
him to the sick woman.
The most expert doctors were called
In attendance Mrs. Harcourts condi-
ton was most battling. One day there
drifted In an aunt of the inferno. q
gray-haired doctor who had done mis-
slonary work In India for thirty five
years. The inferno discussed the case
with his aunt, and took her around to
see the patient. The old doctor-Foth-
ergil was her name-examined the
young woman closely.
think, john" she said. after she
mad looked at Mrs. Harcourt. accord
ing to the prescribed ritual for medici-
nal inspection. that the poor little
thing has been drugged to death. They
DO these things beneath the tropic suns
very frequently. There are weird drugs
put 10 queer purposes over there
Where they stop at murder even nv
SLOW poison, death in life is no more
than convenience to them If thew so
desire think she's drug sick. Give
her light food, stimulants. and nIentv
OF morphine. It's the best reagent I've
round for those indiscriminate drugs
that grow over there. Also a nowder
I'll bring you"
The inferno quoted his aunt to the
attending physicians. And because of
the fame of Dr. Fothergin, which had
Travelled even across the broad seas
and the line of sex, they listened 70
what she said. They followed nr
Fothergills advice and SLOWLY but sura.
ly Mrs Harcourt began to imnrove
One day she reused from her stunor
sat up and looked at her nurses.
Il do not remember" she stamnar
ed. Il cannot remember, and-rm
glad. for the hurt has all gone from
here"
AS she spoke she pressed one ban5
to her heart, and the other to her bead
There Philip Hartley found her wban
he came an hour later He had a elou-
ing bunch of asters for her-lavenders
whites soft pinks-and ashes of rosas
Sweet flowers with their colors
burned away" she murmured as she
rea ohsd out for them. There was the
same innocent friendlinesv between