The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-03-17
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THE GHOST OF DIR. GORDON
 CHAPTER xxIx

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 Listen, Doctor. After Drake AEcHugh met with his accident Louise had a terrible scene with pr. Gordon. Then, a few days aater, we heard the strange report That he had actually married a A--"
 "A Miss Monaghan, whom I know quite well, and who has taken marvellous care of Drake, Mrs. Gordon"
 "Really2 It seems remarkable, doesn't it? But from that day on Louise refused to leave her room. pr. Gordon was not really well at the time-he was frightfully over worked-and the burden of trying to manage her fell on me"
 Manage her?"
 q don't mean that she was vio- lent. She wouldn't speak. Then pr. Gordon passed away. And now have to tell you a terrible thing Mrs. Gordon was shaking. When when my dear husband was living here - in this room, Louise came downstairs. I fol- lowed her after a few minutes, and found her"
 "Yes, Mrs. Gordon. Try to tell me-quietly."
 TT found her striking her dead father in the face, and-and cursing hin!"
 Paris caught his breath with surprise.
 T managed to get her upstairs without anyone knowing about - the incident. locked her in her room. That's why she was not at the funeral.'
 And afterward?"
 "She kept silent. She showed no inclination to leave her room, and noticed it might be better to keep her door locked. She used to say terrible things about her father and accuse. him of un- ppeakable things. pr. Mitchell, I want you to see Louise now and tell me what I should do. I-I earnot bear that my daughter mould be insane, or that she H1OulQ SO Ne4dilc IIle AlSAIO1J VI h great man." Paris arose quickly.
 Where is She?"
 "Il go with you. Then I'll leave you to talk to her"
 Louise was lying on the bed with her arms crossed over her face.
 Daughter, listen to me-. I've brought an old friend to see you Louise almost leapt from the bed. She looked wildly at Paris and sat down weakly.
 "It's Paris Mitchell, daughter. pr. Mitchell now, and he's come to SDe you"
 Paris held out his hand. Hello Louise"
 She looked at him for full minute. "Parris2"
 rIsm awfully glad to see you, Lca1ise. It's been a long time"
 axes." She repeated the words mechanically. "It's been a long time"
 She kept her gaze. fixed on his face. After a moment she turned toward her mother. "Go away"
 Mrs. Gordon half sobbed, as she left the room.
 Louise continued to stare. Her face was flushed. Her hair was untidy and hung about her shoul- ders. She was very thin, but her fragile prettiness remained.
 She took deep breath. , You are Dr. Mitchell now?"
 'Yes, Louise"
 "I'm not crazy, Paris"
 He smiled. of course not"
 Its a wonder I'm not, but I'm not"
 T know that, Louise"
 Have you seen Drake?"
 "YeS."
 "She married himl"
 "Yes. She takes good care of him, Louise"
 My father cut his legs of, Paris"
 ''Yes, I know"
 "Down at some kind of depot. I saw the--I saw"
 What do you mean, Louise2"
 Paris laid his hand over hers, and she seized 1t with both of hers. T saw what was left-on a tablet" Louise bit her lips hard.
 ''You must find out. There was man who helped my father. Maybe he'd know"
 "Yes, Louise. Know what?"
 "He cut of Drake's legs on my account"
 Paris started in spite of him. self and before he could think, drew back @ little.
 "You seel You think I'm crazy, too"
 'Not at all. You surprised me-" He spoke very quietly.
 "That was one reason the other was that he was butcher Oh, I read about things like that Te was cold as ice. He liked to butcher people. He was oh, I knew the word once, I read 1t - Paris, you know--he was sad- ist."
 Paris held very still and kept his eyes on her face.
 Listen, Paris. This is my one chance. You've got to listen.
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