Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb 1914 - Sep 1916 (assorted issues))

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'AGNES !" years became Doctor Brent's tyrant and overlord. Agnes had learnt to look back on the past as a frightful dream — the Belgradin house had been sold, and no links, save memory, held her to its tragic history. One day Doctor Brent drove up to the house with a guest in his auto, accompanied by a foreign-looking physician. The party were led into the doctor's study and were closeted there during a long consultation, at the conclusion of which the foreign physician left and the guest remained. It was in the shaded light of the library that Agnes was introduced to M. De La Mer, and when her eyes met his and the familiar bulk loomed over her again, she could have screamed out in an agony of apprehension. If this French acting and French appearing gentleman were not Geoffrey Marshe, it was a most striking likeness. And then, as her eyes clung to his and he did not appear to recognize her, her fears quieted, and she sat down to listen to the remarkable record of his case. "I know nothing of my past life," he began, " previous to my rescue by fishermen off the coast of France. My body was picked up on the deck of a sinking yacht, and, in a few hours, she dove under the waters, burying all means of identification. "For years I lived among these simple people, until an artist visited our coast one summer and took an interest in my case. We became friends, and I accompanied him to Paris. "While there, he showed me the sights, and, with a madman's luck back of me, I won a fabulous sum of money in a gambling-resort. "My friend and I decided that I should consult a specialist — Doctor Loiseaux, who has just left us — and he, in turn, taking a deep interest in my singular case, decided to consult