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

But they're not musk laden like your
feverish India"
'Feverish India" unused Mrs. Har-
court Il wonder IL 1t is sol am so
much better to-day l can't remember
anything; it's all dim. gray waste IN
my head, but it doesn't hurt any more.
and I'm so glad. My husband-where
is hep"
1t was the first time she had asked
about Harcourt- Hartley hesitated.
He did not know whether to break the
blessed peace that surrounded her He
did not know what to tell her. Final
y he decided to tell the truth-a rash
thing always.
Why, Miss Lancey disappeared, you
know; or do you remember the young
girl who went to your room that night
And the police-of course it's foolish of
them, but the police, you know, think
he may know something about her dis
appearance, and they're holding him
till they find her."
rs 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
Il don't know, but there seems to oe
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 l seen myself
walking in the garden when 1 was
sick, so sick, and in my bed? Why
have l seen myself beneath the trees
caressing my husband when I was in
the house with my baby on my knee
What is it? And why? 1 cannot un-
derstand at ALI"
Philip tried to soothe her. He fear
ed she had overtaxed herself and
blamed himself. He rose to go, but she
detained him.
No, DON'T" she pleaded. You res,
me. Just like the cool water does a
weary throat. My throat doesn't burn
any more like it used to. 1 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 Il
it would blow away"
DIR. Fothergill had come in the room
while Mrs. Harcourt was speaking. ~
the last words a triumphant lool
flashed across the physicians face, ant
her lips formed the words, II told yol
So"
II don't believe 1 ever want to e
back to India" continued Mrs. Har.
court, absently following the pattern!
in the ceiling. ct feel so different here
AS if it were another life. And you
| 1t,
love your visits so. You must com,
oftener."
Philip blushed under her unconven,
tionality. He was well aware tina
even under the guise of newspaper de
mands that penniless $30-a-week re
porter had no right to call too FIRE
quently upon the wife of an East In
dian magnate. herself possessed of
large fortune. Particularly when thi
said wife was a young, lovely an,
seemingly unfortunate woman.
He made his adieux confusedly. DI
Fothergill followed him out into tn
hall. You must, as she says, com
oftener" the doctor insisted. with tn
emphasis of all gray haired women
she never speaks of herself excep
when you are here. 1t is the only wa
to clear this thing up. Mind what
say. And matters are muddled badl
enough now. goodness knows. Wha
with two young idiots-Mr Nor
ris and Mr. Johnson-both heading 70
Africa on a wild goose chase, Mr..
OBSTETRICS death. and the disappear
ance of Miss Lancey. there has bee
far too much woe and ruin accumulat
ed at the feet of one murder. A fin
set of police they have here, 1 mus
say. Come tomorrow, young mar
come tomorrow"
And Philip needed but little urgin,
His sentiments for the woman who wa
so slowly convalescing were far to
tender to suit his reason, when h
stopped to use it. But Philip wa
young, and youth is ever irrational. S
he counted each hour with Mrs. Har
court as rarer than the gems that fas
I tened her hair, or her soft loungin
! robes OF wonderful texture and color
ing. He read to her, he played tina
old Indian game, parchesi. with he
+. and one day proposed a game of card
: but the sight of the pasteboards turn
. ed her faint. and she suffered a sink
:. ing spell that put her recovery bac
for weeks.