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THE FRIGHTFUL TRUTH.
The path was so narrow we were
obliged to go in Indian file for a part of
the way, but as the forest grew thicker
and denser about us the path broadened.
Huge cypresses barred our way; long,
drifting moss dangled in our faces; brack
ish pools wet our feet, but on, on we
went. Through clusters of huge fern,
over logs rising like reptiles from tho
water, our road lay. Around us
stretched those sullen solitudes, oppress
ive and hideous. To my excited fancy
it seemed that ghostly hands were reach
ing out to impede our progress or to trip
us as we walked. Closer I clung to
Maurice's side, and tighter his hand
And now, as on tho first night I had
seen this desolate place, I was conscious
of a strange impulse urging me on.
Who was it calling mc? Wbat was it
that beckoned me? I could not go fast
enough, but longed for wings to fly.
"Oh, what is it?" I whispered to Mau
rice. "What docs it mean? Wc aro los
ing time. Let us hasten."
"Hush!" he gently said. "Yes, time
has been lost, but we are not too late."
Suddenly a mournful sound was borne
through the forest-a monotonous dron
ing wail, horrid, harsh and threatening,
And then at a quick turn in the ?v?th n
bright light glowed through a 2 if J*.: I ho
black foliage, and I saw alight I can
In a little clearing was a bonfire
Round about this fire circled slowly,
with lugubrious cries, a ring of half
naked block men and women. E:tck of
the circle on a rough throne built of
boxes and logs sat tho horrible old ne
gress Jezebel. Her rags fluttered in the
night wind; her scanty locks were tossed
over her bare, skinny shoulders. In one
hand she held a forked stick, and in the
other, dreadful to relate, a writhing,
wriggling snake. As we looked, rising
from her throne she held the serpent
aloft and waved her forked scepter slow
ly three times. It was the signal for a
wild, unlicensed dance, an abandoned,
lascivious measure, in which I was hor
rified to trace resemblances to Portia's
audacious outburst in the hall a few
"Those are Portia's friends," whis
pered nay guide. '.'What do you think
"Oh, is it not terrible?" I murmured.
"We must-we must save her!"
Old Jezebel shook her : irpent. The
negroes leaped and bounded in frenzy.
Many fell exhausted on tho ground,
foaming at the mouth ami clutching at
It was the most awful sight I had ever
seen. "Oh, let us go back!" I moaned.
"What can we do here?"
"Our work is only begun," said Mau
rice. "Nerve yourself now, little Bun
ker Hill, for what is coming."
By this time the negroes had fallen
down and lay insensible here and there.
Old Jezebel shoal: her serpent.
The old woman sank back upon her
throne in a stupor. She held tho snake
pressed to her withered breast. I was
sickened, terrified, faint.
"Do you see that wretched hut yon
der?" said Maurice. "That is old Jeze
bel's home. We must enter it."
"Oh, why?" I asked in a terrified whis- I
"Because there only is the talisman
which will save Portia," he answered.
Creeping stealthily forward, we passed
the stupid voodoos, worn out with their
disgusting orgies. The hut. quite over
grown with trailing vines, was scarcely
fit for swine to inhabit. Through the
half open door the red gleam of the fire
darted, lighting up the miserable room.
In one corner was a wretched pallet of
straw and rags, and on it something lay.
"Come here," said Maurice solemnly,
taking off his hat as if in the presence of
death; "come here, Prudence.
I looked-and, oh, God! Oh, God!
What was this?
Worn and wasted to a skeleton, clad
in filthy rags, pale as marble, insensible,
dead perhaps, lay-Portia!
Yes, the real Portia-not the hand
tome, bold pretender up at tho great
house yonder, but my Portia-my Por
tia, the friend of my girlhood, tho cousin
of my Maurice.
I flung my arms about the wasted
form. I kissed the pallid brow. I wept
and moaned as a mother might over a
"You recognize her?" said Maurice.
"Oh, my Portia, my dear friend, who
has dono this cruel thing? Let us taho
her away," I sobbed.
Maurice bent down and lilted her in j
his arms. As ho did so a faint moan
escaped from her lips.
"She is alive!" I cried joyfully.
Slowly she opened her eyes and looked
straight in Maurice's face.
"Oh, home, home!" was all she
"Yes, dearest," said Maurice tenderly,
"you are going home."
Gathering her closer, ho strode from
the hut. I followed moro dead than
Past the sodden voodoos, back through
the night and tho noisome swamp, wo
fled with our precious burden; back to
the gate guarded by the faithful serv
ants. Jake flung it open when he heard
"Are you all right, Mr. Raymond?"
he cried, advancing to meetus. "Yon
were so long I was afraid something
had happened. My God, what is it?"
"Strike a match, Jake." said Maurice,
Tho man obeyed.
"Comecloser, and yon. Tom, andyou.
George," ho added, "and tell ra
The men bent their rugged fi C
"Great God.'" said Jake, "Mrs March
"It's missus," cried tho others. "Den
"Yes. Who-who is tho other?'' cried
Maurice, white with rage. "I know
who it is. You wero all blind to what
was going on, but I knew her from the j
first. Lock the crate. Jake, nnd von men
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como up to the house with me. I've
work for you yet tonight."
Up to. tho great silent mansion wo hur
ried-*\o steps, the piazza, tho hall and
now the library.
Colonel Marchmont had risen al the
sound of our footsteps and stood facing
"Jemryn," said Maurice in a voice
choked with emotion, "Jermyn, I have
brought home your poor wife."
He laid her tenderly in her husband's
arms. Colonel Marchmont stared at
Portia as he might at a specter.
"Is it true?" ba whispered hoarsely.
"Is it true? Ea*>e you como back from
tho grave, darling?''
Eis pathetic words moved ns all, and
George, ono cf the biggest, blackest ne
groes on thc place, suddenly burst out
crying like a baby.
Possibly that act saved his master's
reason, for he, too, wept then, laying bis
face close to the hollow, sunken cheek
of the woman he held to his heart.
A FIGET FOR LIFE.
What a night that was!
As I recall it now it was a shif ling
panorama of action and tumult. There
were ringing of bells, rousing of serv
ants, lighting of fires, preparation of
baths and cordials and a hurried sum
mons o? the physician from tho neigh
boring town, who sat by the bed till day
break fanning the feeble llame of life
[ which threatened to go out forever,
j "She has been dosed and drugged so
long," Dr. Spencer said, "that I greatly
fear ii will not be possible io save her.
However, I'm going to make a fight for
thc pc or lady's life."
Oh. it was pitiful to see her, a more
wreck of herself, helpless asa baby, at
times moaning in distress and only say
ing feebly over and over, "Home, home!'"
Her arms were one mass of scars. The
doctor examined them gravely. "Here
is where they have injected their poi
son," he said. "It's a marva] she is alive.
: This has been going on f^r two years.
She has been starved and drugged. 1
cannot understand why they didn't kill
her outrigr It would h&~3 been infi
nitely more humane."
"Do you sc said Maurice to Colonel
Marchmont, lifting one of Hie thia arms
r.nd pointing to a mark, "Do you see,
Jermyn? Th-: re is the lit rle taiioo mari
I gave her when a boy. I had tattooed
my hand here," and he showed the place,
"and when she saw it she begged ? should
tattoo her arm. Then nothing would
do but Sidonie must have one too. How
ever, I made a different mark on that
' Don't, my dear boy," said tho colonel
gent!}*. ' Don't speak about her now."
The scene in the drawing room when
Maurice forcibly tore back the sleeve ol
our hostess suddenly came tome. I knew
now for what he was looking.
But who and what was this other
woman-this Sidonie, who was the exact
counterpart of Portia, and who had for
501C.J wicked reason brought all this mis
en- on a happy home?
Beyond this mention of her, she seemed
to be forgotten that night. I knew she
was locked in her room and that Mau
rice had the key which would, release
her. "What would be done with her? If
Portia were to die, she, that beautiful,
graceful, accomplished creature would
be her murderer!
I recalled many things-the wonder
ful instinct which had caused Colene:
i Marchmont to despise r.nd hold at arm":
? length this pretender to his affections
I ch, love after all Las a language of it:
! own-the wiles of this sorceress, tim
; priestess of voodooism, Lad never lure<
bim from tho memory of a genii ', ?mr
womanhood. Thank God, he had been
true to his ideal.
And little Daphne's piteous cry, "Oh.
mamma, mamma," recurred to me. Ead
she, too, in some occult fashion caught
the intimation from her guardian angel
that this woman was not her mother?
I recollected my own unaccountable
I distrust of this creature.. Why had 1
! not persisted in following up those vague
; suspicions which so tormented mc on
1 ruy arrival? It was maddening to think
tba: while ve were idly eating and
drinking and dawdling lifo away that
Portia was being slowly tortured to
leath in that place of horrors.
Just before dawn, at the hour when
tho first faint rays of light crept like
phantoms across the floor, the sufferer
opened her eyes and looked straight into
those cf her husband. Though she did
not speak, it was evident that she rec
ognized him, for a faint smile lighted up
the wan face.
"That is good," said tho doctor. "She
knows you, colonel. Now, let every
bo ly, save tho nurse, get out. Go and
get some sleep, yoa people. I will watch
until noon. I do not wish to leave her."
We obeyed instructions and left the
eic"!: chamber. At tho head of the stairs
Colonel Marchmont paused and said:
"You can act now, Maurice. Only
there must be no scene, no outcry, (ret
her out cf the house and don't let me
see her, for I would not bo responsi ble
for what I might do."
Then ho hurried into his room and
slmt and locked the door behind him.
What followed seems too awful to
tell. I have a dim remembrance of see
ing Jake and George come up tho stairs;
of Maurice's unlocking thc door of the
roc m in which tho woman was impris
oned; of seeing them bring her out, her
hair disheveled, her dress torn, her hands
chained and a white bandage over her
month to prevent her screaming. The
men half dragged, half carried her down
1 supposed they were taking ber to
jail, and ran to tho window to sec HUM
depart. But there was no carriage VJ j; li
ing. Tho servants stood about in Illili
groups whispering in terror. All c^HHt
back when the men appeared with Hil '?
pri ? <::cr. What were they about t a ii;*
J;.kc waved the negroes ont of his
and with George's assistance carri? d il lu
half insensible creature down the j [Vi
leading toward the swamp.
"W iiat is it?" I cried, turning v.Htlfli
to Maurice. "What aro they goiny? ki
do with her? Why aro they going Ultti
"They are taking her where sh 3 h's
longs-to the swamp," ho said iudiC?iF
"To tho swamp! To tho swamp!1* ?
stammered. "But why? Of course e?a
is a very wicked woman and a criminal.
Ba why do you not send her to jail? It
would bo more mercucl, and, besides,
what right have you to put her there?
Will it not make moro trouble? And
then, too, will she not escape?"
"She will not escape," said Maurice
confidently. "Shall I tell you her fate?
You talk of mercy. Has she shown any?
Sue is banished to that foul but in which
Thc men half dragged, half carried her
Bhe has imprisoned Portia for two long
years. There she will stay, watched day
and night, until wo know whether my
cousin will recover. If Portia live, she
will simply ho confined there for the rest
of her life. If she die"- Ho broke off.
His silence was ominous.
'.But I do not yet see why you do not
put her in prison. Let the law deal with
her," I cried excitedly.
"Let tho law deal with her? Why,
Prudence, that creature has no standing
in the eyes of thc law."
The horribk truth was breaking on me.
"Shall I tell you why? Simply this:
The woman who has been masquerading
here as mistress is a chattel-a piece of
"A slave!" I echoed, "a slave! But the
likeness to Portia?"
"Ah, yes," said Maurice sadly, "that
likeness to Portia broke my aunt's heart.
I wish you could have known Portia's
mother, Prudence. A sweeter, daintier,
better woman never lived, but her love
ly life was clouded by the shadow of a
sin. She died early, wasting away after
she discovered that cruel secret. But
you must rest now, little Bunker Hill. I
will tell you the story later."
"I cannot sleep," I cried. "Let us go
for a walk in the garden, and you shall
unravel this mystery for me. After that
I will think about rest."
He saw that I was determined to hear
tho story at once, and so after we had
been served with coffee we went out
into tho fresh morning air and strolled
up and down while he smoked in silence.
He was not quite ready to tell tho
strange tale. But I was patient.
It was just sunrise when we entered
the rustic arbor where 1 had sat with
Daphne on that eventful night. Here
and there the birds were rousing, shak
ing out their wings and voices. The
dew yet sparkled on thc grass. The
fountains near by were splashing softly;
The air was delightfully frosh and in
vigorating af tor tho hours passed in tho
"Dues it seem possible that only a few
hours ago we wore searching that ghast
ly place yonder':*' suddenly asked Mau
"No." I replied earnestly. "I seem to
have lived a lifetime since midnight
But tell mc, how did you discover the
truth? And Sidonie-tell me about her.
Oh, begin, begin! My curiosity is de
Mr. Raymond smiled.
"Whoever would fancy to look at you
-streng, plain, stanch little body-that
you would admit so feminine a weak
ness? And yet you are thoroughly wom
"Never mind whether 1 am womanly
or weak. I didn't come out here to be
analyzed, but to hear about Portia the
real and Portia the pretender. Come,
make haste, for I must soon return to
see how our sufferer is faring."
"Sit down here then," returned Mau
rice, "and I will tell you all I can.
There are several links in the story
winch Portia alone can supply. To be
gin with, I suspected mischief from thc
moment I first saw the woman who was
posing as my consin. Physically she is
very like Portia, or as tho latter might
be if in robust health. But I have a
keen scent for crime. I reckon my pro
fession has made mc acute in that re
spect. Our hostess was nervous, flighty,
passionate and suspicious. Portia Vano
was none of these. Of course I made
all necessary allowances for poor health
until, by judicious inquiries, Idiscovered
Wc went out into thc fresh morning air.
that up to the timo Marchmont went to
England his wife was a superb specimen
of physical strength and endurance.
Then this woman's remarkable loss of
memory set mo thinking. The search
for tho tattoo mark on lier arm con
firmed all my suspicions. When I rec
ognized tho mark I lind put on Sidonie,
tho slave girl, I knew directly there had
been foul play. What I feared was that
my cousin had been murdered.
"But I am getting far ahead of my
story. Let me go back to my boyhood.
As you already know, I was born and
brought up on the Vane plantation. My
mother died when I was very young, and
my aunt became my second mother.
My earliest recollections circle round
my sweet little cousin Portia and her
playmate, Sidonie, tho daughter of a
beautiful, accomplished creole, whom
my uncle bought in New Orleans as a
present for my aunt. I recall now a
scene I witnessed when a child, which I
did not pf course then understand, but
which nevertheless impressed me deeply.
These little girls were romping across
thc lawn one day, rolling and tumbling
about like two graceful kittens. My
aunt and uncle were sitting on the pi
izza, and I was on the steps repairing a
A-ite. Suddenly my aunt, .'.'ailed the chil
lren to her. They came Hying up the
steps, black curls waving, eyes Hashing,
sheeks glowing-an exquisite picture of
happy, healthful childhood. My aunt
?used them to stand at her Knee and
looked steadily for some limo in their
;.( es. Sh? was very palo when she dis
tnissed then.*, and as they ran shouting
back to their games she rose, tottered to
the hall door and fell senseless across
the threshold. She was never well after
that and .'.rifted slowly out of life." '
Mr. Raymond was silent a moment,
md a shadow settled across his face.
Pr? si al ly ho went on:
"The children grew into lovely young
.;iv!s. 1 '( ?ri ia was Qnely educated as you
know, and in addition to her convent
facilities had governesses and masters
it home. Nothing would do but that
Sidonie, 'my Sid,' sho used to call her,
must have theso advantages too."
"Yes." I said, interrupting him, "I
remember, she used to speak of a pretty
?lave girl to whom she was greatly at
tached, but I had forgotten the nama."
"So Sidonia was taught music and
language and dancing and painting.
Sue came to be almost as accomplished
as her mistress. Portia sang divinely,
but Sidonie had no voice. You under
stand now why the latter would not
sins for ns. But one thing she could
never acquire, and that waa Portia's
lovely and amiable disposition. From
her creole mother Sidonie had inherited
vanity, love of dress and a fiery temper.
She was so petted and favored by Portia
that she came to look upon herself as a
lady and to take on the airs of one. The
Marchmont plantation joined ray uncle's,
and it was easy to see that Jermyn and
Portia were boy and girl lovers. But
Sidonie's face always grew dark when
she saw them together. I used to taunt
her with being jealous of Portia, never
dreaming how closely I hit her. I left
home several years before Portia was
married and cannot speak definitely of
the events of the time. However, Portia
used to write me often and tell me many
details of her daily life. Just before the
wedding there was a great hue and cry.
Sidonie had run away. She was hunted
high and low, a big reward offered for
her capture and search made every
where, all to no purpose. There-is a
gap here of several years which I cannot
fill. She was seen in various cities, but
always escaped apprehension. What
her life was during this period one can
"Now, about this old nigger, Jezebel,
and her cohort of followers. I can re
member when I was a mere lad thinking
the old hag, soothsayer and fortune
teller was a century old. I don't be
lieve any one knows just how old she is.
Sidonie, for some reason, was always
crazy to be with her, and while she
looked down on all tho other niggers
would slip away and spend hours in
Jezebel's hut. The old devil flattered
her vanity ai.d prophesied a roseate fu
ture for the girl. 'You won't always be
a slave, honey,' she would tell her, and
inch by inch she turned her foolish head.
"Enn in those days Jezebel was popu
larly v-.pposed to bo in league with sa
tan. She was said to have the evil eye
and to be able to work charms and cast
spells. The darkies applied to her for
potions and doses to cure all manner of
ailments. Jermyn tells me that foi. the
last two years she has not slept on this
plantation, but has lived in thatwretch
ed hut in the swamp.
"I heard whippers and rumors among
the negroes herc of these midnight or
gies and determined to witness one for
myself. I went out night before last,
and having easily found the path came
plump ap against tho wall and the closed
gate. While I was ruminating what
plan to pursue, I heard footsteps and
saw a woman approaching. I quickly
concealed myself in tho thicket, and
when I saw our hostess let herself
through this gate I resolved to follow
her. I easily scaled the wall and took
the path she was purstling and presently
found myself where we were last night.
This imposter mingled with thosenaked
niggers, and wbilo she did not dance
herself encouraged them in their de
bauch. After they were stupefied from
their frenzy, she and old Jezebel enter
ed the hut.
"I hastened to the window and peered
in. I heard a faint moan and saw some
thing move on that filthy pallet. ? Then
the old woman brewed some diabolical
mess and forced poor Portia to drink it
while this Sidonie stood by looking on
with a triumphant smile. \
"I saw it all in an instant-how by her
wit and cunning sho had caused the
transfer of identity while Jermyn was
in England. The slave had become
the mistress, and the poor mistress was
a captivo in the hands of Sidonie's fellow
conspirator. I don't know how I kept
from rushing in then and denouncing
her, but I feared if I did Sidoni^-might
escape. And I was determined she should
not elude me.
"I took Jako partially into my confi
dence. I told him to guard the gate and
not to permit any ono to pass through
it save you and me, and if Mrs. March
mont attempted to open it to summon
thc colonel or mo at once, that foul play
was being done, and I would bo respon
sible for any consequences. Jake is a
singularly reliable man, and having
been told just enough did his duty.
"I know Sidonio could not leave the
house without my knowledge. I was
confidant sho would try and waited for
that attempt which you know was
"When she fainted, I carried her into
her room, locked that pair of handcuffs
on her soft, pretty wrists and secured
tho door behind me.- The rest you
know. When Portia recovers, she will
tell us more which will doubtless sup
ply all the missing details. A terrible
story, is it not? Ko stranger, though,
than many a wild tale of the south-the
land of romance and revenge. But how
weary you are! Como, I insist you
shall go in and rest. Don't worry about
Portia. She will live. Those fiends did
not succeed in killing her, and the good
God will restore her to her husband and
As wo rose to return to the house Jake,
tho overseer, carno running up the path
from the swamp. He was greatly ex
"Sir, Mr. Raymond," he cried, wavhag
his hat as he carno on, "what do you
think has happened now?"
"For God's sake, don't tell me you have
let that creature escape!" shouted Mau
"No, no, sir. She's fast in the hut and
George on guard, but tho old woman,
sir, is stone dead."
"Dead!" we cried.
"Yes, lying there on her throne dead.
An awful sight, sir. Do you know I'm
thinking tho snake she was playing with
may havo bitten her. Anyway she has
gono to tho devil, whero she belonged."
Thc sudden death of old Jezebel broke
up the voodoo performances in the
swamp. All thc planters in the neigh
borhood bestirred themselves and gave
strict orders to their slaves to keep away
from the accursed place. If these prac
tices were continued, it was secretly and
in some other locality. No longer were
our cars disturbed by unearthly cries,
no longer wcro strange lights seen at
dead of night. A pall of silence settled
down upon tho swamp, and tho wind
that muttered among tho pines told -an
other story-a tale of cruel wrong a;n:l
terrible justice, of a sullen prisoner
doomed to perpetual solitude within iha
gloomy environments of this uncatny
This was the punishment meted out to
Sidonie, to suffer as she had caused lier
gentle, amiable mistress to suffer; to iee
no faeo pave that of her dusky jailer; to \
bear no voice save his thiele accents aa
he bade her eat and drink.
Not ii dissenting word waa rahsed
agaim tthir retribution. Colonel March- I
mont, humane and kindly master, had !
endeared himself to bis slaves, but their i
love for Portia amounted to a reverence. '
Had Sidonie fallen into their hands she
would have fared far less gently. Dur
ing her short reign her arrogance and
natural cruelty had engendered a feel
ing oi' intense hatred among tlio slaves,
mid when they learned the true state pf
affairs they had no mercy for her.
"'Deed she oughter be tohu limb from ?
limb," declared ono.
"Ef 1 wuz mars, I'd flay her alive," t
was thc general opinion delivered on the \
As tho cl ?vs went bv. and Portia hov- J
ered between- life and death, many were
the angry looks cast toward tho swamp
and many the maledictions called down
on Sidonie'8 head by her fellow slaves.
The gate to the swamp stood open
now, but no one save the big negro ap
pointed to watch Sidonie went in and
out. I sciuetimes strolled in that direc
tion and looked down into the melan
choly vista of somber shade and desolate
bog, wondering how the criminal-that
beautiful, intense, tropical creature,
stripped of her stolen finery, clad hi the
coarsest raiment, fettered like an ani
mal-was existing. What anguish, what
despair must be hers I No hope, no ray
At such times I pitied her. I remem
bered her beauty, her gnyety, her grace.
I recalled her words of tragic prophecy,
"Remember, Prudence, whatever comes,
that I loved him as few women love."
Poor, wretched, misguided Sidonie! Her
lin had been that she loved too well.
Then, when I returned to the sickroom
md looked at my friend, when I heard
the moans of pain and witnessed the
struggle for life, all my pity for Sidonie
vanished, and every outraged instinct of
my nature cried out for revenge upon
the heartless, soulless, brazen creature
who had wrought this havoc and disas
I now come to au event so awful, so
frightful that even the remembrance,
dimmed as it is by the mists of years,
causes a wave of terror to roll again
over my being. I sometimes live it over
in my dreams and wake screaming and
sobbing, and if I should live to be a
hundred years old I can never efface
that terrible scene.
Let me tell it as calmly as possible. It
was one dull November afternoon, when
a ghostly mist was settling down over
the landscape and fine spatters of rain
were beating irregularly against the
window panes, that George, Sidonie's
jailer, rushed into the library, where
the colonel, Maurice and I were sitting,
and with trembling voice and shaking
hands implored his master's forgiveness,
for Sidonie had escaped.
"Escaped!" cried Colonel Marchmont
in a terrible voice. "You black rascal,
what does this mean?"
" 'Deed, mars," cried the man, rolling
his eyes in terror, "it mus' be de debbil
hisself holp her. Wen I lef her to come
up fer her suppah, she was chained all
right. Allus look de las' fing ter see
ef she's fastened. Wen I goes back jus'
now,-she's gone, de chain broken in two."
"Send for Jake," interrupted Colonel
Marchmont imperatively. "Come, Mau
rice, we must not lose a moment. Think
of that creature free to do further mis
Presently tho plantation was astir.
Negroes ran hither and thither, the bay
of the bloodhounds was heard, and Jake,
Maurice and the colonel, with a crowd
of negroes, were hurrying toward the
swamp, intent upon recapturing the
I went to Portia's room to ?ce :'f the
unusual tumult bad annoyed or alarmed
her. She had roused from her sleep
"Escaped!" cried Colonel Marchmont.
ind raised herself with difficulty on one
slender arm. Her great eyes questioned
me, and she feebly asked:
"What is it, Prudence?"
"Nothing, dear; do not distress your
self. Lie down; he duwn."
"I heard tho dog3 baying-I heard
angry voices. What is it? Tell me, 1
"Tell me," bho repeated, and a faint
red spot appeared on cither cheek. "I
must know. There is trouble, is there
not? A siave has run away-who is it?"
I could not speak.
"Ah, I know!" she cried. "I know-I
feel-it is Sidonie?"
I bowed my head.
"Where are they? In the swamp? Ah,
yes, beating the placo with dogs and
guns. She will be taken, shot, perhaps
torn to pieces. Oh, my poor Sidonie! 1
have forgiven her. Let her go. Pru
dence," wildly, "go quickly. I can trust
you. Follow them to the swamp. Find
Jermyn and tell him that I, Portia, beg
him to let Sidonie go-tell him it dis
tresses me. I cannot bear it. I forgive
her with all my heart," and she fell back
exhausted on the pillows.
I summoned the nurse as quickly as
possible, and as Portia still urged and
insisted I should carry her sublime mes
sage to her husband I set out through
the mist and the rain to Dead Man's
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EDG-EFIBLD, S. C.
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