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FY ohibition GH est be Ee : : = is not in force for the 5 of plies line re er murder er any ol' t'ing." There was a long silence. Emiline| P358: "rose to go. : Te ,. "Mis' Wentworth," she asked hesi- | 'tatingly, "ef yo* hear oh er good place, | ould send fo' 'me? Jason, 'paused irresolutely. "You don' ® 'a nurse £0' de little blind boy, I reck-|" on. I'se er born nurse, I like itl" | "I don'd know yet, Emiline, what _. plans I can make, or what will be done with Robin; but I'll try to find some work for you." : } For flavour, quality and richness there is nothing to equal a cup of "SALADA". Invigorating, - refreshing, and so pure and clean. B228 SOLD AT ALL GROCERY STORES 40c., 50c., 60c. and 70c. a pound J tulate again, "Marse Enoch don' know Fours comin', Missy Doreas am out) CHAPTER XVIHL on She ain gib_me no. orders, 'bout Wentworth locked himself in the li-| - "Missy Dorcas!" repeated the wom- brary one Saturday morning. Oswald,{an with a contemptuous laugh. "Get with quiet insistence, had continued | this out of your noddle straight away; the démand that he break away, go|I'm not company Miss Dorcas is ex- | home, and begin work on another play. | Pecting. And here's a bib, of advice, "Business can be carried along with. |--lose your doddering old jaw, then ee {out you," was his daily assurance, announce me to your master." (To be continued). |" "The House of Esterbrook' is good| Enoch, with a few quick steps, EE SE < i for another season, perhaps for more reached the top of the stair and leaned PRISON READY FOR KAISER. 5 i than one, and we ought to look ahead, | Over the balusters. The cabman! a a : I'am asked every day if you are'writ- | glanced at his stern face, then drop 3 ing another play. = You ought . to|ped the trunk from his shoulder and strike while the iron is hot. Tie Tuck ig She edge of a ser... AE tor ; 'we are having should be an inspiration| "Sta where you are, allies are as firmly determined. to you." Wentworth abruptly. J ever to Pere Geter si the The Waverly Place house was per-| He turned to the woman, who stood | 454 to incarcerate him for life on the fectly still. Enoch seated himself be- | on the stair. She lifted her face and, ygjand of St. Helena where Napoleon fors the desk, cleared off the blotter| greeted him with a derisive laugh. | ended his career as a prisoner: The {laid out a heap of copy paper, filled]. "Will you be good enourh, - Miss | «petit Provencal" says: «= ii CHAPTER XVII.--(Cont'd). You see dem on her when she was the ink-well, and adjusted anew pen. Paget, to tell me what this intrusion} ~dpheiplan to capture the Kaiser "My granny once worked fo' a wick. | actin'?" | He leaned his head upon his hand} means?" © | has never been given up by England: ed lady--was back in slave days. I Dorcas nodded. | for a few minutes, and his listless The Englishwoman laughed again.' ,;q France, although this aim of the membor hearin Her toll "bout it when |. "She nebber takes dem off, One eyes fell upon a calendar. He dis:|It Was a peculiar laugh, a sweet war has not been meptioned by the I was a little gal, Her Misses was| day I tol' her dey wa'n't near ez blue! covered that it bore the dates of; shrill ripple, without a ghost of merri-! oss during the last twelve or fifteen an army lady, rich en beautiful ez|®% dey used to be, She took dem to March instead of April. He tore off : full of scowling perplexity. He rapped | the 'door shut and turned the key in the lock: == salou able life has long been pr the British Government on St. Helena. there will 'be far | THE LAPSE OF ENOCH WENTWORTH By ISABEL. GORDON CURTIS, Author of 'The Woman from Wolvertons" "The dog," said the scientific gen- - tleman, "sometimes steers himself with his tail" ae "Uses it to 'guide his wandering bark, does he?" asked the irrespons- idle humorist.' 2 bi ment in it. It had a thrill as of some-! months. The fate of the unspeakable could be, but she done hated her hus- band en der was another man she was sho' sot arter, Her husband, de fine ol' army man, he died sudden one night. She had er necklace on, de a jeweler man en hed dem cleaned. Hit the record of weeks which had passed didn't do dem amite ob good. Dis'and dropped it into the waste basket. mornin'," Emiline paused as in terror, The pen rested listlessly between his of repeating it, "dis mornin', Mis', fingers, - When he tried to write with' | Wentworth, ez sho' ez Gawd made me," it the ink had dried. He did not dip thing demoniae, block the stair, h She did not answer' icf of the Huns, this beastly modern his question, but turned to the cabman. | Attila, will probably be decided before "Take that trunk up and set it on' ip. end of the present war. If he the: landing. ' I can't pass while you .unnot be caught in the field when Then go down and the remnants of his shattered armies Sapleigh--1I hope, Miss Ethel, I am not taking up too much of your valu- able tie, ! Miss Ethel--Oh, I assure you, Mr. dem tuppuoises was turned green!" | it in the bottle again. A trail of sleep- next day they turned green. Den dey Dorcas sat staring at her. less: days and nights lay behind him found out she'd poisoned him. Dey |- "I screamed when I sot my eyes on --he felt as if his brain had drowsed would have hung her, but she drowned dem," The girl's teeth chattered.|2t its post. ; herself. = De tugquoises was on her| "She asked what was de matter, en 1 , Ie picked up a rubber band, twisted neck when dey pulled her out ob de tol' her de story ob de ol' Colonel's it about his fingers, then pulled ib ribber--dey was green as grass." | Misses. Dat's when she whaled' me thin till it suddenly snapped in. two. Dorcas shivered. "Emiline, what 'cross de mouf." | shook himself as if a strenuous has this to do with Miss Paget?" "But," queried Dorcas with a puz- effort to wake up. For days he had : : b i i The girl's eyes grew-round with ter- | zled frown, "what does it all mean?" rile Soe what See Je a ror. "Lawdy, dem tuqquoises would-have the streets to do hi inki "She. had er necklace ob de swellest stayed sky-blue on yo', Mig' Went- | planned the scenario S hinking and ~tuqquoises gib her a month ago by a worth, er on any lady dat wa'n't doin'| to end. The night before he had lock- gemman. She's always gittin' pres- all dem kind ob wicked t'ings.' ed himself in his office at the Gotham phe fn gemnen. Dey Jab ez pale, "Rubbish!" and in afrenzy of haste shaped out lima oh ns -- ni ht, | "I swar to de Lawd hits true," cried each scene on his typewriter. ' Bh% | Fmiline appealingly. "I've heard my! . The manuscript lay 'at his elbow. granny tell hit many a time." He read it through. Suddenly here. Dorcas = laughed. Although the alized that the stuff fell short, of story was absurd, her skin had grown What he could not decide. It lacked chilly while Emiline talked. | reality. He compared it' with Mer- "Pl tell yo." The girl's voice ry's drama. The story in that rose grew intense. "Don't yo' 'member- Up out of the paper, each character a she had dem tuqqoises on las' night living breathing man or woman. This when yo' come in wid de' little blind Story was dead, absolutely dead. He boy? Lawd, I could er choked her, lifted the sheets and deliberately tore dead wid my own han's! She was de them across, gritting his teeth while oF debil hisself, en der's judgment the paper zipped, as a man does when a-¢omin' on her. When yo' was gone, he is in pain, de tings she done say was curdlin' to| He picked up a letter which lay be- de blood!" | side him on the desk. It was ad- "Miss Paget is not a good woman I dressed in Merry's irregular writing know, but--" . { There was nothing inside the envelope "Good!" interrupted Emiline, "She; but a check. for an amount in five didn't murder nobody den, en Ireck- figures. «. Wentworth glanced at it, on she ain't-gince, but dar was murder then tore it across. He had sent in her heart! En den, dis Tornin'--, the check to the actor without a word; "fore she woun' out "bout de tugquoises it represented the' entire royalties on --somet'ing queer happened, /;some- the "House of Esterbrook." The mail t'ing terrible queer!" { brought it back to him as it had gone. "What?" | T small clock ticked out the time on "She come upstairs wid er bunch ob top of the desk. - He remembered. it letters in her hand, right arter lunch Was a Christmas gift from Merry. The time. She laid dem down; but befo', ceaseless round of its second-hand fas- sh done took off her tings she took ¢inated him. . 4 anodder one out er her muff. 'Fo' she! "It would be great if one could work took 'her hat off she opened it en @s that ridiculous needle does," he read it. - She dropped de envelope on thought "It is much a lifelike thing. de floor. I saw it. Hit wan't ad- It goes on 'with a regularity that dressed to her; hit was somebody feazes a man, never pausing day or else's letter." The negro girl paused night, never dropping out or balking irresolutely for a moment. | as we humans do when the brain goes "Well?" queried Dorcas. numb. I wonder," Enoch loafed back "Hib was fo' 'Mrs. Alice V. Bourne, in his chair, "I wonder if it is too late Gotham Theatre.' " {to come back. It does not seem pos- "Alice V. Bourne'!" Dorcas jumped sible that a man couald undergo a phy- to her feet. j sical change in a few months while he "Yessum," Emiline's tongue ran on' i8 still hale and hearty. They say excitedly. "Miss Paget, she was took such a thing 'does come, though-- | wid de queerest fit yo' ebber see arter Quick as scat, when your. arteries she done read it. She lay back en: harden, or something of that sort hap- screeched en laughed, She got clear Pens. I'm forty-two, A man isn't hystericky. Den, all of er sudden, old at forty-two, and yet--I feel old {she started to fire guestions at me to-day, I suppose," he stared - i 'bout little Julie Bourne en Mrs. | ily at the face of the little clock as} it were a human countenance, "I sup- pose this is part of the scheme they call retribution." He uttered the lash word in an un- ne as if some one were within wait until I call you." The man obeyed. The actress: passed. on the top step and looked down at Jason, As for you," she looked at him with a sneering smile, "mind - your own business now. have announced myself to your mas- ter." Wentworth stood with his hand up- on the railing of the stair, His face was stern and there were hard lines abot hie-mouth. . He held the door of the library open. ' "Come in here," he said. There was no cordiality in his welcome. The actress brushed past him with a short, unpleasant laugh, Her man- ner was full of self-confidence. Went- worth realized that he had never seen her look more beautiful; still his pulses did not quicken by a beat. She wore a grown of strangely lurid blue which few women would have dared to affect. = The harmony between the dead gold of her hair and a willowy blue plume that swept down from her hat was almost startling. Her atti- tude was aggresive and a certain gense of power lay behind her the- atrical entrance. 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