Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1910-12-10

a royal game. The resemblance be-
tween Cerisse and Narcisse made this
easy. They kept Narcisse under the
influence of the loco blossoms-drugged
her poor mind almost to imbecility.
When Narcisse lay stupefed from the
dearly powders Cerisse paraded before
the world as Mrs. Harcourt Ceris.e
was always jealous of their child. the
little Harold, Jr.
One day Harold, Jr., fell by acct
dent into the lily pond. The poor drug
geo mother was watching him at the
time and sat by the window too stu
pened to move or rescue him. Har-
court tried, but he was too far away
at a distant corner of the garden. Har-
OLD dead, he decided 1t would be best
TO leave India. Hackleye and father
were growing suspicious of CeriEe's
long absences, and Mrs. Harcourt's
friends In India were becoming unduly
exercised over the changes that appar-
entity had come over her, for of course
this strange exchange of personalities
was known to none. So Harcourt gave
out that he was to travel for his wife's
health. In my pitiable shape l could
40 little to protect my cousin, but 1
tried to travel closely enough in their
wake to prevent their ever killing her.
For my affection Cerisse felt no pity.
She loathed the sight of me. and her
evident hatred soon drove me to allv
myself In spirit with my sadly injured
brother-in-law and cousin. Harcourt
and Cersse had planned to spend the
summer here9 She was to go to live
in lodgings till she could find a home
in which to remove with his wife, and
then Cerisse would join them, and the
same old farce was to have been re-
newed. To that end Harcourt leased
the Flanders house"
distinct "Ah!1 ran through the
court room and Harcourt simultaneous
ly uttered denial.
ITO that end" continued LIE NAL
heureux, ''Harcourt leased the Flanders
house. For some within or other he
took 1t under the name of Hamley
Haclxleye. 1 think Harcourt had in
tended to make an end of Narcisse
there, for he knew that Hackleye was
close on the: trail. eThen Cerisse was
to have stepped into her cousins shoes
and Hackleye would have believed
that 1t was his wife who had died. 'Ce-
risse took rooms at the OBSTETRICS and
almost immediately a secret doorway
was cut through. / tracked Harcourt
to the house at "a Briarsweet place the
night of the murder. l waited till l
had chance and secreted myself in
the house. l saw him remove the
plaque and climb into my sisters room.
1 followed. hiding in the closet.
"Cerisse and he Quarreled nearly ell
evening. Cerisse in one of her petu-
liant moods was provoking him beyond
endurance. She was becoming wear
led with him. The letter that was
found on the floor urging her to live
up to the demands of womanhood and
to return to H had been recently re-
ceived by her from Harcourt, and she
made 1t the pivot on which to turn
many joke and jest. Finally she told
him she was tired of him, and thought
she would go back to her husband.
They squabbled and wrangled till final
ly Cerisse made ready for bed. Har-
court started to go home. but at length,
fully dressed. threw himself down on
the bed and began to smoke at the
same time Gliding Cersse for using so
many cigarettes. Then she asked him
for money, claiming that her losses at
the races had, as she termed it, laid
her fiat He said he had no money.
and then she turned on him with re-
proaches of an over fondness for ron
lette. They bickered about money till
nearly daylight and till Harcourt would
not talk any more. Cerisse dropped off
into a doze, but Harcourt lay there
smoking in moody silence. Cerisse
reused and asked him to get her a
drink of water. He refused at first.
but she kept at him. Finally he got
up. went over to the stand, fumbled
there for a moment and came back.
handing her the glass half filed with
water, and said, Never ask me for a
drink again.
"Cerisse lay back on her pillows, and
apparently fell into slumber again.
Harcourt resumed his place by her side.
was about to go. wishing to make
my way back home before the dawn
broke, when suddenly Harcourt turned
over on his elbow and moaned like a
whipped lioness.
What have l done, what have
done?" he cried over and over again.
my temper. my temperl My awful
jealousyl Cerisse. have killed you,
killed you'll"
He kissed her again and again, and
wept and dug his nails into his flesh.
The sunlight came in at the window
and the breakfast gong changed in the
hall. Reality came back to him. He
cautiously slid from the bed and made
his way back into the house. He knew
that safety ley in flight.
Handicapped by deformity. I knew
I could do nothing, but j relied on
Hackleye. Together l thought we
might take the body away with us
through that trap door. went over
to the bed and assured myself that Ce-
risse was quite dead. l smelled of the
glass and from the lack of odor and
the condition of Cerisse's body guessed
that Harcourt had depended upon his
old friend, the loco plant, TO end her
life. Perhaps he had given her the
dose meant originally for Narcisse.
Then l went in search for Hack