The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-04-16
ra repuseS ner almost roughly ana
motions her away.

IA repuseS ner almost roughly ana
motions her away.
DO not touch me-" she cries hoarse-
". DO not come near me, you, OF all
people. should be the last to come to
my assistance. Besides, am not here
to talk about myself, but of him. Flor
ence, have You any SuSplclon?'
Dora leans forward and looks Scrutin-
i2inglv at her cousin, as though fearing,
N"t hoping to get an answer IN the
affirmative But Florence shakes her
head.
Il have no suspicion-none." she an
Swers sadly If | had should not act
upon it. whatever it might cost me?"
would YOU asks Dora eagerly, as
though impressed by her companions
words-"whatever it might cost you:"
Her manner is so strange that Flor
ence pauses before replying.
Yes she SAYS ut last. NO earthly
consideration should keep Inc from us
ing any knowledge I might by accident
Or otherwise become possessed OF to
lay bare this mystery. Dor! she cries
suddenly. If vnu know anything. l I'M
plore. | entreat you 70 Say So
What should | know responds
the widow, recoiling
You loved him TOO" says Florence
piteouSlv. HOW more than ever con-
WINGED that Dor:, i keeping something
hidden from ter For the sake Of that
love, disclose anything yon may know
about this awful matter"
i dare not speak openly" replies the
widow. growing even Il Shade ,paler,
! "because my suspicion is OF the bares5
| character. and may be altogether
wrong. Yet there are moments when
some hidden instinct within my breast
whisnrrs TO me that 7 am on the right
trac1n
"If so,n murm,ws Florence, falling
upon her knees before her, do not hes
| itate: follow up this instructive feeling,
and who knows but something may
come of if, Dora. do not delay. Soon,
s0on-ff not alreadv-it may be too
late. Alas" she cries, bursting into
bitter tears, what do say: Is it not
too late even now? What hope can
there be after six long days. and no
tidings:"
81 II do what can, I AIN resolved"
declares Dora. rising abruptly to her
! teet. II TOO late TO 90 any Soou, ~
may not be too late to wiring the truth
from him, and bring the murderer 10
justice.
From him: from whom - NhaC
murderer: eXc!almS Florence, III d
voice OF horror Dora. Wiiat are you
SAYING:
Never mind. Let me go now, anu
to-nllSht-thlS evening IeC me cone ~
you here again. and tell you the result
OF H't.,dC am now about 70 40.
She quits the room as silently as she
entered it. and Florence, sinking back
in her chair, gives herself up to the ex-
element and a!nazenent that are over
powering her: There Is something e!Se,
too, IN her thoughts tnaG IS PuZZlluS
and perpleXlng her; III al OoraS Elall,
ner there was nothing IhaC Woul9 !eao
her to think that she loIed Sir Adrl2n'
there was fear, and desire LOT re-
venge IN 1t, but none OIL tne Despair ol
a loving woman who had loSt the man
to whom she has given her heart.
FLORENCE is still wondering these
+hinrs while Dora. going swiftly down
stairs turns into the side hall, glanc-
iner into library and rooms as she goes
ol0nr MAINLY in search of something
or some one
3f last her search is successful; in .
small room she finds Arthur Dynecourt
onnarantlr a1n.,1 a ' readin@ as he sits in a
ii.nr i5rroa arro.chair Win his eyes fixed in
tenfiv tss1 a. ,,non ~ the hook il, his hand. See
mo mo- her he closes the volume. and.
thToWinG If from him. saws careIessly:
aPshaW what contemptible trash
tbeT writ wife poWadavs!a @
"How can YOU sit here calmly read
ing" exclains Dora vehemeptly,
when we are all so distressed in mind!
But forsot"-with a meaning glance
you gain by his death; we do not"
NO. YOU lose" he retortS coolly.
Though, after all, even had things
hepn different, | can't say think you
haG nnch chance Mt any time"
He smiles iusolentlv at her as he says
this. But She paws no heed either to
his words or his smile. Her whole soul
/ seems wrapped in one thought, and at
last she gives expression to it.
What have you done Win MN: SEe
breaks forth, advanc!ns toMarI IN nun, "a,
as though to compel MIN 10 give her an
answer to the question lhat mas Oeeh
torturlnS hef lor , oass l'ssI. lo,u,. VT
with whom ne ashs colui!. ies
there IS t0rDlCdlng gleam IN ms eyes
that should nave warmed her " Aol-
bear.
With Sir Adrian-Wlth your rival,
with the man you hate; Siie CRIES, nes
breath coming IN little !rrepresslple
gasps. "Dynecourt; l ad]ure you 10
speak the truth, ana say "hat mas DE-
come OF him. ,-,, ,;s.;
You rave. ne says calmly, HlIlnS
his eyebrows JUST shade, as thouSn III
pity for~her FOOLISH excitement. con-
frSS The man was no taTOrlte or NINE,
and that | can not help being glad OF
this chance THAT has presented itself IN
his extraordinary disappearance OF my
inheriting his place and title; but real
ly, my dear creature, know as little of
what has become of him, as-l pre-
sume-you do yourself"
You liew cries Dora, losing all con-
troll over herself. You have murder
ed him, to get MIN out OF your path.
His death lies at your door"
She points her finger at him as