Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1884-12-17

l can't do falrer than that, can T?"
But still no sound from her. onlv q
further struggle as he strove hard
to kiss her and she to push his face
away, severely scratching his cheek in
the dark in her effort to avoid his GA
resses. And now he, too, began to get
angry and to strive more masterfully
| for the toll he was determined to take
with the result of finally reducing his
victim to ali utterly exhausted condi-
ton of body, though her spirit was
such that she allowed no sound to as
cape her. But her prolonged and 81
lent resistance had thoroughly roused
his spite, and the true temper of the
man came out unchecked; and, as he
impressed kiss upon her cheek, wet
with angry tears-"Little fool!" he
said, eff you had not been so absurd 7
would have let you off, but now 1 am
determined to know who you are :
there, that little pinch will last long
enough to enable me to recognize Won
in the morning, and make you repent of
your folly" and as he spoke he gath
cred up the tiniest bit of her velvet
cheek in his teeth and bit it sharply.
causing little pair, but making a mark
which would be visible for many O day.
And then he let her go, and she darted
as quickly as the darkness would allow,
into the passage, and away to Mrs.
Fudgelow's room, leaving, in her wild,
angry haste, her candlestick and one
little slipper behind her. Gervoise,
who had come up from the billiard
room to fetch cigarette, now decided,
remembering the scratch he had re-
ceived, to go to bed. but, having
brought no light with him he had to
manage his undressing as best he
could IN the dark. Whilst cropping
along the room, he felt with his bare
foot the soft slipper; zone more link in
the chain of evidence, my lady," he re-
marked, with chuckle, putting the
slipper undnr his pillow. Meanwhile,
Muriel had flown in half-hysterical
state to the arms of her friend and
hostess, and had poured out her indig-
nant story into her sympathetic ears.
"How could he? How could hep"
she kept circulating AS she gradually told
all the details of the matter, and showed
her pretty cheek with the little angry
red mark in the center of it, and then
her slipper, he had that also-what
could she do2 How could she escape
the shame of detection? She knew
from his tone how insolently triumphant
he would be. Mrs. Fudgelow was full
of sympathy and indignation.
He shall leave here tomorrow, nv
dear, promise YOU"
"But that won't prevent his knowing
who it was he kissed. Oh, he is horrid,
horrid."
Never mind, dear, leave that to me.
think we can outwit him. Men are
clumsy things at the best; they have
their brute force, and that is all they
can rely upon. A woman can always
outwit any man; and now, come, will
take you to your room, and see you safe
in bed, and then you must go to sleep
and hope for the best" And Muriel
went to bed in all due submission, but
hardly slept much.
Gervoise woke early, as was his wont
in the country, and his mind instantly
reverted to the incident of the previous
night. How sorry she, whoever she was,
would be to think that she had not sub
mitted quietly. After all, what was
kiss in the dark? Nothing for girl to
mind. He would have the upper hand
of her now, though, perhaps, he was
sorry ne had marked her. No girl
would Like that. Never mind, it was
done now, and could not be undone,
and with that satisfactory reflection he
put on his dressing gown and hurried
off to the bathroom before the house
began to stir.
Returning some ten minutes after
ward, and proceeding to shave, he was
considerably Disguised to find long
curved scratch across his righ6 cheek.
which did not add materially to his per-
sonal appearance, and which, he feared,
could not IN any way be attributed to a
slip of his razor. No matter; he had
marked her, too; and by the way, there
was the slipper. He would have a look
at that; no doubt it was pretty little
thing and there would be no difficulty
in finding the fellow to it.; and as he
thought thus, he moved toward his bed
and passed his hand under the pillow in
search of it. He drew it out and stared
at it In amazement. 1t was an enormous,
old WORKOUT frowsy carpet-slipper,
which would have fitted giant. Gould
this be the one that he had placed be-
meath his head last nightP He shud-
dered at the idea; he was sure that it
was nothing of the kind; he could not
be so deceived But his visitor had
dropped her candlestick; he had heard
it fall and she certainly had had no
chance of picking it up again. He
searched for it anxiously. 1t had got
kicked under the dressing table in the
struggle. He went down on his knees
and CROPPED for it. He brought it to
ight-a horrible, battered candlestick
of the very commonest make, and liter
ally covered with grease! He was utter
ly lost in astonishment, and then it sud-
denly dawned on him that it was a trick.
Oh, no, that was the game was it? Two
could play at that. Now he was glad
he had marked her. Cover her face as
she might, it would be impossible to
escape detection. What little fool
she must be to think she could
get the better of him, Wait