Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1910-11-05
CHAPTER xvI.-tcontinued.)


papers.
On the fly leaf of French Bible, in
n 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
an< Lady Evelyn Hackleye.
Born. November LIST, 1900. to Ce-
risse Corella Wayne Haclleye and
Hamleye Hackleye, a son, Walter
Hamleye Haclxleye.
Born, October Is, 1901 to Cerisse
Corella Wayne Hackeye and Hamleye
Hackleye, a daughter, Paula Cerisse
Hackleye."
Gradually there became fixed more
securely the public idea that Hackleys
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-
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 il was. he cut short his Eu
ropean trip, and came home in a jiffy
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
sld her heart-broken husband took
tKeir accumulated 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.
Harcourts wife was slowly getting
better I'M 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
X 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
gush of the world. Philip Hartley
, came daily to see her His quiet pres
ence always had calming effect upon
the sick woman. and she seemed 10
recognize him. Philip called first be-
cause the paper sent him. and yet, as
Tvs months drifted by and the Wayne
murder mystery was relegated grad
ually from a first to a second. and then
10 a 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 an aunt of the inferno, q
gray-haired doctor who had done mis-
sionary work in India for thirty five
years. The inferno discussed the case
with his aunt, and took her around tc
see the patient The old doctor-Foth-
ergill was her name--examined the
young woman closely.
Il think. john" she said, after she
had looked at Mrs. Harcourt, accord
ing to the prescribed ritual for medici.
nal inspection. that the poor little
thing has been drugged to death. The,
do these things beneath the tropic sun.
very frequently. There are weird drug.
put to queer purposes over there
Where they stop at murder, even b,
slow poison death in life is no NOR,
tien convenience to them IL they 81
desire. l think she's drug-sick Civ,
her light food. stimulants, and plent,
of morphine. It's the best reagent Nv,
found for those indiscriminate drug
that grow over there. Also a powde
III bring you"
The inferno quoted his aunt to tn,
attending physicians. And because O
the fame of DR.. Fothergill. which ha,
Travelled even across the broad sea
and the line of sex. they listened I,
what she said. They. followed DIR
Fothergill's advice and slowly but sure
ly Mrs. Harcourt began to improve
One day she reused from her stupo,
sat up and looked at her nurses.
Il do not remember" she stammer
ed. Il cannot remember and-rn
glad. for the hurt has all gone from
here"
AS she spoke she pressed one han
to her heart. and the other to her beaf
There Philip Hartley found her wbe
he came an hour later. He had a glow
\ ing bunch OF asters for her-lavender,
whites. soft pinks-and ashes of rose,
Sweet flowers with their color
burned away" she murmured as sh
reached out for them. There was tn
same innocent friendliness betwee
these two pure-souled ones as Their
might have been between two sera
phims.
"Your flowers OF the north coun
tries seem so pale-and yet so pure
2 she continuew. as she buried her fac
%thin the shaggy petals. But the
hive no perfumes"
"Ail yes. they have" denied Hart
ley. I'VE have rose gardens here. to-
and violet beds In springtime. and car
nations in June. when the roses al
sweet; and mignonette. and fowerin
almond. syringa, and sweet alyssum-
we have our perfumes. too. my lad