The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-04-28
CHAPTER XyI-fContinued.l

On the fly leaf of a French Bible In
q woman's hand-an odd hand with
peculiarly forcible strokes-were these
entries:
Married January 10. 1899, Cerisse
CorelIa 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 Hackleye and
Hamleye Hackleye. a son. Walter
Hamleye Hackleye.
Born, October 10. 1901. to Cerisse
Corella Wayne Hackleye and Hamleys
Hackleye. a daughter, Paula Cerisse
Hackieye."
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 inexplicable OF all was the
dual resemblance between the two
women, but at that the ManAperil-
Ia puzzled.
Mark Flanders, the old attorney from
whom HaclIleye had rented the house
at 81 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 Jify
/ to see that the beloved old homestead
was not whitfield to bits by enterpris-
Ing sleuths, who were seeking further
for secret passa ges and subterranean
ways.
Mrs. Desterle died early in the fall
and her heart broken husband took
their accumulated savings and went
home to Paris Harold Harcourt was
still sitting behind the bars of the
Jail The British government did not
come All 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 rawlings SO extraordi-
nary that the nurses had stood abash-
ed at the horrors revealed; there had
been times when Mrs. Harcourt's
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 Sick
kitten. and lay inert and helpless on
her narrow bed. moaning as II within
her slender frame fermented the an
guish of the world Philip Hartley
came daily to see her. His quiet pres
ence always had a calming effect upon
the sick woman, and she seemed II
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 a first TO a second. and then
to fourth and even to a fifth page
place IN the 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. Harcourt's cOndi-
ton was most battling. One day there
drifted in aunt Of the inferno. :
gray-haired doctor who had done mis-.
, siona-y work in India for thirty five
years. The inferno discussed the case
with his aunt. and took her around e
see the patient. The old doctor-Foth-
, ergill was her name-examined th'
young woman closely.
Il think, John" she said after sh,
had looked at Mrs. Harcourt accord
ing to the prescribed ritual for medici
nal inspection, that the poor littl,
' thing has been drugged to death. The.
{ do these things beneath the tropic sun
7 very frequently. There are weird drug
4 put to queer purposes over there
Where they stop at murder, even b,
slow poison. death in life is no NOR
g than a convenience to them If they 8
desire. / think she's drug-sick. Civ
: her light food, stimulants. and plent
: OF morphine. It's the best reagent Py
: found for those indiscriminate drug
that grow over there. Also a powde
4 I'll bring YOU"
The inferno quoted his aunt to Tn
u attending physicians. And because q
c the fame OF DR.. Fothergill, which ha
II Travelled even across the broad sea
and the line of sex. they listened I
" what she said. They followed d,
Fothergills advice and slowly but sure
l6 iy Mrs. Harcourt began to improv.
a One day she reused from her stIpo
y, sat up and looked at her nurses.
!, 1 do not remember" she stammer
ed. cannot remember. and-rr
:. glad. for the hurt has all gone fror
y here"
AS she spoke she pressed one hac
II to her heart, and the other to her haa,
There Philip Hartley found her uba
he came an hour later. He had n eIo.
ing bunch of asters for her-Iavendo,.
IL whites, soft pinks-and ashes of rose
AZ Sweet flowers with their color
q burned away" she murmured as sh
j. reached out for them. There was N
frfa
o. these two phre-souled ones as Their
x might have been between two sera
phims.
tries seem so pale-and yet so pure
she continuew. as she buried her fac
within the shaggy petals. But the
have no perfumes"
= "Ah, yes. they have" denied Hart
ley. I'VE have rose gardens here to,
1 and violet beds in springtime, and car
'e nations I'm June. when the roses ar
y sweet. and mignonette, and fiowerin
almond. syringa. and sweet aIyssum-
we have our perfumes. too. my lad
But they're not musk laden like you
n feverish India"
= "Feverish India,'' unused Mrs. Har
:. court Il wonder if it is so, I am $
much better to-day. / can't remembe
anything; it's all a dim. gray waste
l my head, but II doesn't hurt any NOR
and I'm so glad. My husband-wher
y Is hep"
C 1t was the first time she had aske
s about Harcourt. Hartley hesitate,
"a He did not know whether TO break tn
g blessed peace that surrounded her. II
&c did not know what to tell her. Final
= ly he decided to tell the truth-a ras
. thing always.
Why, Miss Lancey disappeared, yo
know; or do you remember the youn
- girl who went to your room that nigh
e And the police-of course it's foolish
them, but the police, you know, thin
ia he may know something about her dis
n appearance. and they're holding hii
Dr. till they find her"
" Is he in jail?" asked Mrs. Hat
- court