Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-11-20


being followed in his turn b. couple
of private detectives; and while still
under the agitation of this discovery
was further disconnected by having
the following communication thrust
young woman who succeeded in los.
ing herself in the crowd before he had
got so much as good look at her
You can judge of his amazement as
he read the few lines it contained.
Read the papers tonight and
forget the stranger at the st.
Denis.
That was all. But the writing was
hers. The hours passed slowly till
the papers were cried in the street.
What Mr.. Ransom read in them in.
creased his astonishment, I might say
his anxiety. 1t was paragraph about
his wife, an almost incredible one,
running thus:
A strange explanation is given
of the disappearance of Mrs.
Ransom on her wedding-day. AS
our readers will remember, she
accompanied her husband to the
hotel, but managed to slip away
and leave the house while he still
stood at the desk. This act, for
which nothing in her previous
conduct has in any way prepared
her friends, is now said to have
been due to the shock of hearing,
some time during her wedding
day, that a sister whom she had
supposed dead was really alive
and in circumstances of almost de-
grading poverty. AS this sister
had been her own twin the effect
upon her mind was very serious.
To find and rescue this sister she
left her newly made husband in
the surreptitious manner already
recorded in the papers. That she
is not fully herself is shown by
her continued secrecy as to her
whereabouts. All that she has
been willing to admit to the two
persons she has so far taken into
her confidence-herh husband and
the agent who conducts her affairs
is that she has found her sister
and cannot leave her. Why, she
does not state. The case is GER
tainly a curious one and Mr.. Ran
som has the sympathy Of all his
friends.
Confused, and in a state of mind
bordering on frenzy, Mr.. Ransom re.
turned to the hotel and sought refuge
in his own room. He put no conf
dence in what he had just read; he
regarded it as newspaper story and
a great fake; but she had bid him
read it, and this fact in itself was
very disturbing. For how could she
have known about it if she had not
been it's author, and if she was its
author, what purpose had she expect
ed it to serve?
He was still debating this question
when he reached his own room. On
the floor, little way from the sill, lay
letter. 1t had been thrust under the
door during his absence. Lifting it in
some trepidation, he cast a glance at
it's inscription and sank staggering
into the nearest chair, asking himself
if he had the courage to open and read
it. For the handwriting, like that OF
the note handed him in the street
was GeOrgian's, and he felt himself
in maze concerning her which made
everything in her connection seem
dreamlike and unreal. 1t was not
long, however, before he had master.
ed it's contents. They were strange
enough, as this transcription of them
will show.
You have seen what has happen
ed to me, but you cannot under
stand how I feel. She looks ex-
actly like me. 1t is that which
makes the world eddy about me.
1 cannot get used to it. 1t is like
seeing my own reflected image
step from the mirror and walk
about doing things. Two of us,
Roger, two! If you saw her you
would call her Georgian. And
she says that she knows you, adj
mires you! and she says it in my
voice! try to shut my ears, but
hear her saying it even when her
lips do not move. She is as ignor-
ant as she is afflicted and I can
not leave her. She canot hear a
sound, though she can talk we'll
enough about what is going on in
her own mind, and she is so way
ward and uncertain of temper,
owing to her ignorance and her
difficulty in understanding me,
that I don't know what she would
do if once let out of my sight I
love you'll love you-but l must
stay right here.
"Your affectionate and most I'M
happy GEORGIAN.
The signature was his wife's with
out doubt. He caught up the tele-
phone receiver and called out Ger