Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-03-25

put they're not musk-laden like your
feVerish India"
feVerlsh India" unused Mrs. Har-
court Il wonder if it is so. I am 90
huch better to-day I can't remember
anything; it's all dim, gray waste IN
my mead, but 1t doesn't hurt anv more
ana I'm SO glad. My husband-where
is he?"
II was the first time she had asked
ABOUT Harcourt Hartley hesitated.
ne did not know whether to break the
Dressed peace that surrounded her. He
did not know what to tell her. Final
ly he decided to tell the truth-a ash
thing always
why, MISS Lancey disappeared, you
Know; or do you remember the Young
slrl VINO went to your room that night.
ana the police-of course it's foolish of
men, put the police, you know, think
he may know something about her dis
appearance, and they're holding him
TIL they find her"
Is 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 l have thought-of late
I don't know, but there seems to oe
a shadow between my husband and
me- What is it? l know and yet I
cannot tell. Answer me, are there two
Mes? Else why have I seen myself
walking in the garden when l was
sick SO sick, and in my bed? Why
have | seen myself beneath the trees
caressing my husband when L was in
the house with my baby on my knee?
What Is it? And why? 1 cannot I'M
derstand at ALL"
Philip tried to soothe her. He fear
ed she had overtaxed herself and
blamed himself. He rose to 60 but she
detained him.
NO, DON'T" she pleaded. You rest
me. Just like the cool water does
weary throat. My throat doesn't burn
any more like 1t used to, l 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
it 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, 4 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 Il feel so different here.
AS if it were another life. And you,
dear friend, you have been so kind, l
love your visits so. You must come
oftener."
Philip blushed under her unconven~
| tionality He was well aware that
| even under the guise of newspaper de-
mands that a penniless SOFA week re-
porter had no right to call too fire.
ouently upon the wife of an East In
dian magnate, herself possessed of a
large fortune Particularly when this
said wife was a young, lovely and
seemingly unfortunate woman.
He made his adieux confusedly. DR..
FothergiH followed him out into the
hall You must as she says, come
| oftener," the doctor insisted, with the
emDhasfs of all gray haired women.
| she never speaks of herself except
when YOU are here. 1t is the only way
n clear this thing up. Mind what [
cav And matters are muddled badly
e,oueb now, goodness knows. What
with two young idiots-Mr. Nor
ris and Mr. Johnson-bcth heading foc
AFRICA on a wild goose chase, Mrs.
OBSTETRICS death, and the disappear
opce of Miss Lancey, there has been
far 700 much woe and ruin accumulat-
cd AZ the feet Of one murder. A fine
cot NJ police they have here, l must
saw Come tomorrow, young man,
come tomorrow"
And Philip needed but little urging.
Ms sentiments for the woman who was
90 slowly convalescing were far too
+,,dar 10 suit his reason, when he
u+onrad to use it. But Philip was
1,o,,re and youth is ever rational SO
"a counted each hour with Mrs. Har-
curt as rarer than the gems that fas
4o,ad her hair, or her soft lounging
she's of wonderful texture and color
10 He read to her. he played that
o,d Indian game, parchesi. with her.
and one day proposed a game of cards.
hut +he sight of the pasteboards turn
Cd her faint and she suffered sink
ing spell that put her recovery back
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