| THE HEART OF A WOMAN
iBY BARONESS ORCZY.
Author of “The Scarlet Pimpernel,” “Pettlooat Ruio,” Etc.
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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens in Brussels. Louisa
Harris, a charming English girl of family,
friends and wealth, while absently walk
ing along the Boulevard Waterloo in a
November rain, runs into a tragedy.
A man Is found murdered In a taxi
cab; his companion who had left the cab
some time before and told the chauffeur
to drive to a certain address, has disap
peared and is unknown.
The scene shifts to London. , Luke de
Mountford. Louisa’s affianced, the nephew
and heir of the eccentric and wealthy
Lord Radcliffe, is in trouble. An alleged
direct heir, the unknown son of another
brother, has notified Lord Radcliffe of his
claims. The old man, passionately fond
of Luke, claims that he has examined the
papers and that the claimant is an im
postor.
Suddenly the alleged Phillip de Mount
ford appears in London. After a short in
terview with Lord Radcliffe his claims
are recognized and he is Installed as heir.
Without explanation Luke is practically
disowned. Phillip seems to exert unlimit
ed Influence over Lord Radcliffe wnicn
puzzles his friends and defies investiga
tion. Lord Radcliffe will explain to no
one.
A year has passed since the tragedy in
Brussels. Suddenly it is repeated in ev
ery detail In London. The victim is rm*:
lip de Mountford. Every circumstance ana
a very apparent motive points to tne dis
placed nephew, Luke, as the murderer, in
vain, Louisa, in her ^llnd faith, Jf*®*}.
prove Luke innocent. Every investigation
brightens the chains of evidence. At tne
coroner’s inquest the startling develop
ment that the murdered man is not,
de Mountford but a common scoundrel de
nounced by his father and mother, who
Identified the body as their son, only coJP~
plicates the situation. It does not m tne
least upset the appalling proofs of LuKe s
guilt. A warrant is issued for his arrest
but because of his station in life the police
secretly warn him to leave the country
before the warrant is served. This ne pre
Sares to do. Louisa sees him and asas
im pointedly for the truth. He con
fesses his guilt
Here the heart of a woman discerns his
lie and the real truth that he is protecting
someone else. Immediately she asks ner
self—who? and intuitively reasons that
Luke’s love for his uncle must be bound
up with the solution. In the meantime tne
unlce has been stricken and no one per
mitted to see him. She demands that she
be allowed to talk to him. Her request is
denied but she insists, finally the physi
cian grants permission. Lord Radcliffe
recognizes no one and does not understand
what .s said to him. Alone writh him i.or
a moment she rehearses the story to him,
although he i3 apparently unconscious.
At the mention of Luke’s name and the
fact that he is accused of the murder
Lord Radcliffe shows signs of indulgence.
When the physician returns he has
spoken and demands that what he has to
say be taken down and witnessed. He
dictates a statement. The so-called Phil
lip de Mountford wrho has been passing as
his heir was an imposter. Such a person
had at one time existed and began the
correspondence more than a year before.
Lord Radcliffe met him in Brussels to ex
amine the proofs which he found correct.
In his indecision between his duty to the
real heir and his passionate affection for
Luke he invites the real Phillip de Mount
ford to ride with him through the streets
of Brussels. Suddenly the impulse seizes
him to solve the problem then and there—
hence, the murder In the taxicab which
Louisa had witnessed.
CHAPTER XXXIII—(Continued.)
This last question came abruptly, in
harsh, trenchant tones, altogether dif
ferent to those of her smooth contralto
voice. He turned ills eyes away from
her face, and looked down at his own
hands, which were clasped in front of
him.
"Because,” he replied without the
slightst hesitation, “I cannot face what
lies before me if I remain.”
"Why not?”
"For many reasons. There’s Uncle
Rad to consider first and foremost, then
Edie, and Jim, and Frank.”
"What have they to do with it?”
“Everything. After the evidence at
the inquest today a warrant will be out
for my arrest within the next few
hours.”
"What of it?”
“The evidence against me is over
whelming. I should be tried, perhaps
hanged, for murder, at best sent to pe
nal servitude for life. I cannot chance
that. I must think of Uncle Rad, of
Edie, of Jim and of Frank.”
"You have yourself to think of first
and foremost."
"Well,” he retorted simply, “I have
thought of myself, and I do not see how
with my own dagger-stick brought up
in evidence against me. and my ill
feeling toward—toward the dead man
eo well known. I can possibly escape
condemnation.”
He spoke in such even and perfectly
natural tones, that just for a moment—
it was a mere flash—Louise wondered
if he were absolutely sane. It seemed
impossible that any man could preserve
such calm in face of the most appalling
fate that ever threatened human being.
She. too, like the indifferent, hide
bound official this afternoon was seized
with an irrepresslve desire to break
through that surface of ice. The outer
tovering must be very thin, she
thought; her presence must have melted
all the coldness that lay immediately
below the surface. Without saying an
other word, quietly and simply she
came down on her knees. Her skirts
had not swished as she did so, not a
sound from her revealed the movement.
When he looked up again, her face was
on a level with his, and her eyes—those
great luminous eyes that shed no tears
at moments such as this—looked
straight into his own.
"For pity’s sake, Lou,” he said, “don’t
make a drivelling coward of me now."
And he rose, pushing his chair aside,
leaving her there, kneeling beside the
desk, humbled and helpless. And he
retreated within the shadow of the
room.
"Luke." she said, imploring him, “you
are going to tell me all that troubles
you."
"Nothing," he replied curtly, "troubles
me. You are wasting your sympathy,
you know. And I have a train to
catch.”
"You are not going, Luke?”
“Indeed I am.”
"You condemn yourself for a crime
which you have not committed.”
”I am already as good as condemned.
But I do not choose to hang for the
murder of the Clapham bricklayer’s
eon.”
He laughed. It almost sounded like
a natural laugh—would have done so,
no doubt, to all ears except hers. Then
he added dryly:
"Such a purposeless crime too.
Fancy being hanged for killing Paul
Baker."
"Luke,” she said simply, “you don't
seem to realize how you are hurting
me!"
One ejaculation. "My God!” escaped
him then. He stood quite still, in the
shadow, and presently his hand wan
dered with the old familiar gesture
down the smooth back of his head.
She remained on her knees and after
ewhile he came back to her, and sat
down on the chair beside the desk, his
eyes on a level with hers.
“Look here, Lou.” he said quietly,
“I have, got to go and that’s all about
It. I have got to. do you understand?
The consequences of this crime can
not be faced—not by any one—not by
me. There's Uncle Rad to think of
first. He Is broken and 111; he has
more than one foot In the grave. The
trial and the scandal couldn't be kept
from him; it would be bound to leak
out sooner or later. ' It would be too
big a scandal, and It would kill him
outright. Then, you see, Lou, It would
never do! I should be Earl of Rad
clyffe and a felon—It wouldn't do, now
would It? Who has ever heard of a
peer undergoing a life sentence—or be
ing hanged? It wouldn't do—you know
It wouldn't do-”
He reiterated this several times, with
quaint Insistence, as If he were discuss
ing with her the possibility or Impos
sibility of attending a race meeting,
or a ball In Lent, she proving abstlnate.
She did not reply, leaving him to
ramble on In his somewhat wild speech,
hoping that If she let him talk on un
interruptedly, he would sooner or later
betray something of that enigma which
lay hidden behind the wooden mask
which he still so persistently wore.
"Besides,'' he continued, still argu- j
lng, "there’s Frank to think of—the
next heir to the title. I believe that
people In penal servitude live an un
conscionable time—especially If they
are wanted to die. Think of poor old
Frank waiting to come Into his own—
into an old title held by a felon. It Is
all much too much of a muddle. Lou.
It Is simpler that I should go-"
"But," she said, really trying now to
speak as simply, as calmly as he did
himself, "all these arguments which
you are using now, Luke, will equally
apply if you make yourself a fugitive
from justice.”
“Oh, I shouldn’t be that for very
long!” he said lightly.
"You are thinking of suicide?”
“No,” he replied simply, "I am not.
Only of the chances of a wandering
life.”
“You seem to look at every chance,
Luke, except one.”
"Which one is that."
"That though you might be arrested,
though you might be accused and even
tried for the murder of—of that man—
truth might come out, and your In
nocence proved.”
“That would be Impossible, Lou,” he
said quietly.
"Why—In heaven's name, Luke!” she
exclaimed passionately, "why?"
"My dagger stick was found Inside
the railings of the park—and the stains
on it are Irrefutable proofa”
"That’s only circumstantial evidence,”
she argued, “you can demolish It, If
you choose.”
“I cannot," he replied. "I should
plead guilty—Mr. Dobson says that If
I plead guilty, counsel can plead ex
tenuating circumstances—Intense pro
vocation and so forth—and I might get
a more lenient sentence.”
"Luke,” she said, looking him
straight in the face, compelling his eyes
to meet hers, for in their clear depths
she meant to read the truth, to compel
the truth at last. He had never lied
In his life. If he lied now she would
know it, she would read it in his face.
"Luke! you are shielding some one by
taking the crime on your own shoul
ders.”
But his eyes remained perfectly clear
and steady as they gazed straight Into
hers. There was not a shadow In
them, not a quiver, as he replied quiet
"No, Lou. I am shielding no one.”
"It was you who killed that man—
Philip de Mountford—or Paul Baker—
whoever he may be?”
And he answered her firmly, looking
steadily into her face;
"It was I."
She said nothing more then, but rose
to her feet, and went quite close up to
him. With a gesture that had no
thought of passion in it, only sublime,
motherly love, she took Luke’s head
in both her hands and pressed it to her
heart.
"My poor old Luke!" she murmured.
She smoothed his hair as a
mother does to an afflicted
child; the motherly instinct was up in
arms now, even fighting the womanly,
the passionate instinct of a less self
less love. She bent down and kissed
his forehead.
“Luke,” she said gently, "it would do
you such a lot of good if you would only
let yourself go.”
He had contrived to get hold of her
hands; those hands which he loved so
dearly, with their soft, rose tinted palms
and the scent of sweet peas which
clung to them. His own hot fingers
closed on those small hands. She stood
before him, tall, elegant—not beautiful!
Louisa Harris had never been beauti
ful, nor yet a fairy princess of ro
mance—only a commonplace women!
A woman of the world, over whose
graceful form," her personality even,
convention invariably threw her man
tle—but a woman for all that—with
a passion burning beneath the crust of
worldly sang froid—with heart attuned
to feel every quiver, every sensation of
Joy and of pain. A woman who loved
with every fiber in her—who had the
supreme gift of merging self in love—
of giving all. her soul, her heart, her
mind and every thought—a woman who
roused every chord of passion in a
man’s heart—the woman whom men
adore!
And now as Luke de Mountford held
her hands, and she stood close beside
him, her breath coming and going in
quick gasps, with the suppressed ex
citement of latent self sacrifice, her
eyes glowing and tearless, he half slid
from the chair on which he was sitting
and one knee was on the ground, and
his face turned up to hers.
He almost smiled as she repeated,
with a little sigh;
“If you would only let yourself go!”
"If I would let myself dwindle down
to the level of drivilling fools,” he said.
"God knows, Lou, it would be easy
enough now, when I hold those lovely
little hands of yours, and the scent of
sweet peas which comes from your
dear self reminds me of summer, of old
fashioned gardens of enduring peace.
Lou! I dare not even kiss your hands,
and yet my whole body aches with the
longing to press my lips on them. You
see how easily I drift into being a driv
elling fool? Would to God I aould lie
on the ground here before you and feel
the soles of your feet on my neck. How
lucky slaves were in olden days,
weren’t thev? They could kneel before
their mistress and she would place her
naked foot upon their necks. I am a
drivelling fool, you see—I talk and talk
and let the moments slip by—I am go
ing, Lou, and this is the vision which
I am taking with me, the last impres
sion which will dwell in my memory,
when memory Itself will seem only a
dream. You, Lou, standing Just here,
so close to me that your sweet breath
fans my cheek, your dear hands in
mine, the scent of sweet peas in my
nostrils. The light of this lamp throws
a golden radiance over you, your lips
are quivering—oh! ever so slightly,
and your eyes reveal to me the ex
quisiteness of your soul. Lou, 1 am a
lucky mortal to lave such a vision on
w'hich to let my memory dwell!”
She listened in silence, enjoying the
delight of hearing him unburdening his
soul at last. His love for her! _ Never
had It seemed so great and so pure,
now that he spoke of parting! And
there was a quaint Joy in hearing him
thus rambling on—he, the reserved
man of the world. Convention had so
often sealed his lips and restrained his
passion when he was wandering hap
pily wi»h her on the smooth paths of
love. Now Fate had hurled stone upon
stone down that path. The way was
rugged and difficult, parting too, was
close at hand; all the restraint of past
months tore at the barrier of conven
tion. Luke about to lose the mortal
presence of his love, allowed his lips
to say that which he had hidden In his
heart for so long. The man of the world
lost himself in the man who loved.
When he had ceased speaking she
said, quietly;
"You tulk, Luke, as If we were going
to part.”
"Tonight, Lou. I must catch the
night boat to Calais.”
“My luggage can be sent on.” she
rejoined, simply. *1 am quite ready to
start.”
"To start?” he repeated, vaguely.
"WW, yes, Luke,” she replied with
a smile, "if you go tonight or at any
time, I go with you.”
"You cannot, Lou!” he stammered,
almost stupidly, feeling quite bewild
ered, for he had been forcibly dragged
back from a happy dreamlike state, to
one of impossible reality.
"Why not?”
"You have said it yourself, Lou. I
shall be a fugitive from Justice * •
• • • a man with whom no decent
woman would care to link her fate.”
"Let us admit, then,' she said almost
gaily, "that I am not a decent woman,
for my fate Is irretrievably linked with
yours.”
"This Is preposterous •••••••
he began.
But already she had Interrupted him,
speaking quietly In that even, contralto
voice of hers which he loved to hear.
"Luke," shs suid, “you must try snd
understand. You must, because 1 have
so fully made up my mind, that nothing
that you could say would make me
change It, unless you told me that you
no longer loved me. And this,” she
added *wlth the ghost of a smile, "you
cannot now pretend, Luke, after all
that you said Just now. It is not that
my mind wanted making up. My mind
has very little to do with it all. It
knows Just as my heart does that I
could not now live without you. I'm
not talking nonsense, Luke, and I seem
to be too old for mere sentimental
twaddle! therefore, when I say that I
could not now live parted from you, I
say It from the innermost conviction
of my heart. Sh—sh—dear,” she whis
pered. seeing that he wished to inter
rupt her, "don't try and say anything
Just yet—not Just yet—until I have
told you everything. I want you to
remember, Luke, that I am no longer
very young and that ever since I can
remember anything, I have loved you.
I must have loved you even though I
did not know it. But If you had never
spoken of love to me. If you had never
written that letter which I received In
Brussels, I probably would have been
satisfied to go on with my humdrum
life to the end of time; who knows?
I might have found contentment, If not
happiness, by and by with some other
man. We women are meant to marry.
Men are fond of telling us that our
only mission on earth Is to marry. But
all this possible quiet content, one let
ter has dissipated. I could never be
happy now, never, save in continuing
to love you. Life to me would be un
speakably hideous without you and
your love. Therefore, I say, Luke, that
you have no longer any right to
keep me at arm’s length. You
have no right, having once come
inti* my life, having once given
substance and vitality to my love,
to withdraw yourself away from me.
Love, dear, Is a bond, a mutual bond,
as sacred, as binding as any that are
contracted on this earth. You—when you
wrote that letter, when you first
spoke to me of love — entered
into a bond with me. You have no
right to force me to break it."
The mellow tones of her contralto
voice died down in the heavy atmos
phere of the room. They echoed and
re-echoed in the heart of the man,
who was now kneeling before Louisa,
as he would before the Madonna, dumb
with the intensity of emotion which
her sacrifice had brought to an almost
maddening pitch. She stood there near
him, so devoted, so noble, and so pure,
do you wonder or will you smile, when
you see him with fair, young head
bowed to the ground pressing his lips
on the point of her shoe?
“Luke! don’t," she cried in passionate
sympathy.
(Continued Next Week.)
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of those who suffer from kidney, bladder, narrow
Rlsoasos, chronic weaknesses.ulcers.skin eruptions,
Mies, Ac., there Is no doubt. In fact It seems evident
from the big etlr created amongst specialists, that
THERAPION Is destined to cast IntoobllvlonaOl
those questionable remedies that were formerly the
sole reliance of medical men. It is of eourse Impoe*
Bible to tell sufferers all wo should like to tell taem
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know more about this remedy that has effected ee
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in vain during a life of misery, suffering. Ill healw
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City Cousin—The hotel you were
stopping at, was it on the American
or European plan?
Country Cousin—Waal, I don’t Jest
exactly know, but I think it must hev
bln on th’ get-rlch-quick plan.
A Pen and Ink Shakeepeare.
Woodrow Wilson, on a recent visit
to Atlantic City, referred good humor
edly to his rather illegible handwrit
ing.
“But my hand is nothing,” he said,
“to that of Horace Greeley.
"Poor Greeley once quoted from
Shakespeare in a leading article, ‘ ’Tls
true, ’tis pity, and pity ’tls, ’tis true.’
“This appeared the next day:
“ ‘ 'Tis two, ’tls fifty, 'tls fifty, ’tls
fifty-two.’ ”
Improved Vacuum Cleaner.
A new vacuum cleaner, designed to
be operated by water power In a
sink or bathtub, consists of two suc
tion pumps driven by a water wheel,
and a chamber in which the dust is
collected, to be washed away by the
waste water.
Art Statistics.
We imported last: year $17,643,000
worth of works of art, 20 years old
and over, free of duty, besides $673,
135 worth of art works produced
abroad by Americans. We exported
$989,321 worth of paintings and statu
ary.
Minor Bookkeeping Item.
A small item was overlooked in the
bookkeeping department of the United
States navy. It was the charge for
guns installed on the battleships Flor
ida and Utah. The item was for the
trifling sum of $1,800,000.
The man who shoots at random
never hits the target.
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