The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-07-30
Don't Dream on MidSummer'S Eve

That's settled then" remarked Lewis.
fdg collect him some time this even
I'll have him ready" she told him.
well, then, what about a quick one?"
"A drink? I'm sure the doctor would
offer you one. III get it at once"
AS she walked slowly toward the door
her decision was made. She intended
hide him in some quiet place until
Lewis had gone abroad again.
Only, since every minutes start was
OF Importance to her getaway, it was
necessary first to take steps to prevent
his father from coming to the bungalow
that evening. He must be doped, SC that
he would sleep for a few hours in the
safe haven of the doctors dining room.
It was evident that no meal was going
to be laid there that night, for the
doctor would return too late for dinner.
Lewis back was turned toward her
as she crept to the sideboard and
Snatched up the whisky decanter, so
he did not see her go into the dispen-
sary.
Her head bumped furiOuSly when she
crossed owe to the slab where she had
left the sedative which she had mixed
for herself. The specks of light which
kept flashing across her eyes, blinded
her vision; but as the powder was al
had to fill it up with whisky.
Lucky I had it already" she thought,
as she carried it back to the dining
room.
Her brother-in-law remained seated
and appeared to be already at home,
as though in anticipation of his en-
forced visit.
ITS neat" she told him TREMENDOUSLY.
That's right" He nodded approx
She gave him the tumbler, and saw
him drain it as she reached the door.
He sank back and the chair hid him
from view; but she heard a satisfied
grunt and a creaking of springs, as
though he were settling himself more
comfortably.
II must wait a few minutes, just to
told herself.
Her heart was hammering with i'm
patience, for she was in a fever to get
back to Puck. In spite of recurrent fits
of giddinesS she paced the room, unable
to keep still. AS she paused by the dis
pensing-slab, she took up the bottle she
had left standing there.
Suddenly her vision cleared, so that
she read the label clearly. Unable to
credit what she saw, she stood, staring
at it in frozen horror.
Instead of a sedative, she had just
given her brother-in-laW a fatal dose
of virulent poison.
She clutched her throat, to strange
her screams. as she realized her posi-
ton. She felt sure she would be under
suspicion of committing a crime, since
portunity-could be proved. Every one
knew about her devotion to her small
nephew and also her hatred of his
father.
Further, there would be the evidence
of the housekeeper, who disliked her
intensely, and who had overheard a
dispute, which included the incriminat-
lieve her story that she had killed him
with poison which she had mixed, in
error, for herself?
II must do something" she said des-
perately.
Then she shook her head hopelessly.
Calling for help would be useless. The
doctor was away, and the hostile house
keeper would only complicate her
trouble. Besides, she knew that it was
too late to try to administer antidotes.
Her brother-in-law must have died
almost immediately-and in agony. AS
she remembered the creaking springs
of the chair, which heralded the first
spasm, she crashed completely and
dropped down into darkness -.
It seemed to her that she had been
falling for years, yet still went on sink
ing. Deeper and deeper, while the black
ness thickened around her . All at
once, she became conscious of faint
sounds in the void, which reminded her
of homely things-the cooling of pigeons
and the ticking of a clock. She smelt
a familiar odor compounded of jessa-
eyes.
in the dispensary, as when she had felt
herself growing drowsy. Her hat and