Eagerly she interrupted me:--
"Oh, isn't it the worst ever? But I see how it happened. They must have
sent out a leg man to get facts, and when no one would talk, they stirred
this up in the office. But--not to print, now--what _are_ you going
to do with His Lordship? Honest, Princess?"
"Nothing; there's absolutely nothing between us. He's a nice fellow, and I
like him, and we're good friends; that's all. I--I knew he was going;
fishing."
"Well, I'm glad of that. But so must I be going."
And she whisked out of the room, leaving in my hands this astounding
outrage upon truth and decency:
BY EDWARD PEPPER.
Helen Winship is the most extraordinary woman living;
The most beautiful woman in the world;
A scientist of national repute;
She has just passed through a tragedy which has left an impress upon her
whole life;
Most wonderful of all, she is the only American girl who has ever refused
a titled lover.
This is her life story, told for the first time:--
_Chapter I.--Death:_
A woman's scream of agony!
A strange scene, like an alchemist's den, the light of falling day
reflected from test tubes and crucibles, revealing in dark corners uncouth
appliances, queer diagrams, strange odours.
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