Daily Republican., 1889-11-07


beautiful braeeletcd arms were bare, and
The front COR age cut In deep oval, only
the neck was uncovered at the back.
Dorothy sought Girard ere the evening
was hat over.
~ discovered by chance what 1
thought strategy must be employed for"
she said. Bailey met me In the hall
after dinner, and asked me to give Miss
Farrant pacsage he had I'll then for
volt n. II was her jewels, which had
been reset. She thought It vas the maid,
aud bale me enter; when she saw me she
caught up u scarf, but not TIL l mad seen
a long, red scar OH her right sioulderP'
"Ahi was right, then; was sure 10
my own mind, but / needed this for
proof. think Cora Ferrant intends TO
play Der last card tonight But you
need not fear her, Miss Dorothy"
Dorothy's eyes fell, and she plucked at
Der flowers nervously. just then . light
laugh sounded outside the window near
which they stood.
Bailey Moore, with Cora Ferraut be.
side him, passed across tie ray of light
and into the shadow Of the shIubbsty be.
You'd.
Bailey was completely under the spell
oil bis charming companion.
Never had her eyes been SO bright, her
smile so ailuripg, her voice so danger
ously sweet.
Dorothy was forgotten, and prudence
flung 10 the winds. He Thought his
happiness would be complete 70 be could
but win this dazzling, beautiful crea-
ture.
He was telling her this In eloquent de-
tail, aud she WA leading bin TO the
point where there could be no relraction,
when Guy Girard sauBtered up TO them.
"Pardon me II interrupt q pleasant
tete a-tete," he sad, with his eyes up IN
the creole. "but this ID our waltz, Miss
Ferrant."
"You are mistaken, said Cora. "Your
name Is not on my card"
''You arc forgetiul. Step to the light
and sce." he persisted. "Therei'' be
added, "a he raised the card; and then,
with his back to Bailey, he quickly
wrote one word-"Juan."
TIE creole s.arted, and snatched the
card from his nd; then she Laughed.
"You are rishtp she said. "Mr. Moore.
excuse me-"
she did not turn to look at Bailey, but
spoke TO him over her shoulder. When
out Of hearing, she said, 6ercely:
J., What did you meant Whose name
"Your husband'sr' Guy answered,
coolly. "He has been IN q madhouse
three years, but he Is none the less your
husband. You had grown tired of him,
and wealthy young officer from Wash
ington was infatuated with you. You
were TO fly with him TO foreign shores,
hut your husband discovered your plans
In the scene that ensued you receiv,d Q
wUuud-thc scar Ia on your right shonl-
der now-your husband lost his reas u.
The officer, horrihed aud alarmed, fed;
but lie carried with him your picture.
That man was my cousin, and It was
alter hts death, one year ago, that
learned this story. His diary and your
picture were in ths box Of private papers
left in my care. Cora Ferrsnt. as you call
yourself, you must leave this place."
She was silent q moment; then she
spoke In low, strained tones:
avery welt, will 90 to morrow. IL
am going TO my room now; feel ILL.,"
She was chastity pale, but her eyes
burned with strange iKft.
As Girard turned away with courte-
Gus bow, she looked alter him with an
express ON on hes face that was simply
diAholical.
"wait," she said, In labored tones. II
want to see you again-be ore 20. To-
night lie best-but hey must not SUSPECT.
WI you meet me at the lower gates-in
hsli an hour"
al Will" said Guy.
True TO his word. he was at the lower
gates at the given time, and Cora Ferraut
soon apieaiet. She wore loose cloak
over her evening dress, and kept It wrap
ped tightly about her.
If want you to promise TO keep my
story 10 yourself" sue said. 81 know
Your opinion oil me, but love Bailey
Moore-I wouli have been Q good wife.
Juan is as though dead. and had almost
forgotten, but you-you-"
she bowed her hea with stltied sob.
Guy turned one side, evidently mo, ed,
when like q fash, he creole wheeled
about, and one bare arm shot upward
there was the CLEAN OF steel.
"spyi" she hlssed; but as the arm de-
scrnded II was caught In q urn grasp and
borne down with the weight OF Dorothy
KingdUn's 1.-the body.
"0n, Guy, Guy--quickl she has a dag
ger" she cried. 81 saw her stt aling from
her room, q d her face alarmed me so i
foliowe her."
Guy had taken the dangerous little
weapon from the baffied wuman's hand,
and turned to Dorothy, who was almost
faintlug now. Like shadow Cora Fer
rant crept away.
"You cd my life," he said, with bis
arms about her. "And you called me
4uy."
AL know; was excited" said
Dorothy. "Why, that woman is mad. "
"NeVer mind her. TIL me, am l de-
ceiving myselii" said Guy. "There was
more than excitement in your tones,
Dorothy--,here was love. Can Il be
that you do not love Bailey Moore?"
"He Is unworthy" said Dorothy.
softly.
''But lam worthy Of such a pre-
cious boon? Do you love met"
Eyes, Guy"
There were two subjects of interest
presented the next day-the hetrothsl of
Guy and Dorothy and tho disappearance
OF Cora Ferrsnt.
No one had seen her depart, no one
knew ausht Of her motives only to
Bailey Moore did Guy tell the story Of
the beautiful creole's past.
1t was too late for him to regain the
treasure he had lost--isir Dorothy's love,
but 1t was lesson by which he p'of ed
In the future, the future whose darkest
shadow was the memory Of the fair but
fal 60 Cora FerrAnt