Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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54 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE and light-heartedness. He also knew that it was very easy to incarcerate persons in a madhouse in those days, and, once there, to keep them there. Little by little, over his sugar and water, he formulated a scheme which was so brilliant, original and daring that Sir Percival was easily convinced of its soundness, and could not but be delighted with its results. Lady Glyde was to be sent to London en route to Limmeridge House, and, while there, was presumably to stop over night at Count Fosco 's house. At the same time, the unfortunate escaped patient was to be spirited to London and secretly substituted for Sir Percival's wife. This accomplished, it was their intention to take Laura to the madhouse, from which the unfortunate had escaped, and to turn her over to the keepers. If all went well, the remarkable semblance between the two women would carry the scheme thru. Fosco further assured Sir Percival that the precarious condition of the patient to be brought to his house would result in her living but a few days there. Reputable physicians would be called in, ostensibly to the assistance of Lady Glyde. When all was over, and she had passed away, the proper death certificate would be obtained, and ecco! the pleasant little result would pour out golden sovereigns for the rest of a lifetime. All went well, as Fosco had planned. Lady Glyde was taken to the madhouse, and at once claimed as an escaped patient. In a few days the unfortunate woman resembling her died, and notices of Lady Glyde 's death were immediately published, and her relatives notified. After the proper legal formalities, and the burial of his wife at Limmeridge, Sir Percival, apparently very much broken, drew out a large sum of his inheritance from Lady Glyde, and withdrew to the Continent. All this while Marian lay mercifully tossing in the delirium of fever. Six months had gone, and Walter Hartridge returned to London, brown, bearded, and with a whole heart again. On learning of the sudden death of Laura Fairlie, he shut himself in his room and sorrowed as only a big man can — she had been the only woman he had really loved. Then the memory of his days at Limmeridge came over him, and he resolved to go back there and live them over in a day in the old haunts — the rocks by the sea, her flowergarden, the village church. It was toward nightfall, and when he had come to the churchyard, that a longing came over him to see her grave — the letters of her name below her mother's. A slender woman in white, accompanied by another, stood veiled and weeping before the tomb. •At Walter's approach, as he stood facing her, she. slowly raised her veil and disclosed the haggard eyes and sunken cheeks of the girl he had once known. Marian Holcombe, her companion, was the first to speak. ' ' Have no fear, Walter, it is she ; but oh, so changed ! ' ' In a little while she had poured forth the whole dreadful story, including her own recovery, and her tracing out the madhouse where Laura was confined. At her first glimpse of the patient, she had recognized her, and by bribing the nurse with all her little inheritance, succeeded in effecting her escape. After hiding some time in London, Marian had brought Laura to Limmeridge. in the hope that her uncle would receive her. But he either would not, or could not, recognize her — her terrible experience had changed her beyond recognition, except to loving eyes. When Marian had finished her unbelievable story of villainy and suffering, Walter decided at once to accompany them back to their hidingplace in London. That the law would believe Laura an impostor, in the face of the death certificate and burial, he well knew. Laura had been stripped of all her fortune, and he, himself, now depended on what his skillful fingers could produce. Therefore, the obscurity of a cheap London lodging