The Forrest City times., 1891-07-03

s9s ;Rut 2 1ssaal,H2es n s H tas od''n''se " M sYc6 hd bl 1ter devote your tims . oomo Other pufpose, he exclaims sAv. asely.layinK hiS hand upon her wrlok with an amount of force that leavoo rcd mark upon the delicate flesh. Do you hear mep You must be mad to go on like this to me. know nothing of Adrian, but know good deal of your designing corAlct, and your wild Jealousy of Florence Delmaine. All the world saw how devoted he was to her, ali9-mark what 1 say--there have been instances of a jealous woman kill ing the man she loved, rather than see him in the arms of another"
 'Demonl" shrieks Dora, recoiling from him. "You would fix the crime on mel"
 "Why not? I think the whole case tells terribly against you. Hitherto 1 have spared you, 1 have refrained from limiting even at the fact that your jeal- ousy had been aroused of late; but your conduct of to-day, and the willy manner in which you have sought to accuse me of being implicated in this unfortunate mystery connected with my unhappy cousin, have made me for get my forbearance. Be warned in time, cease to persecute me about this matter, or-wretched woman that you are-I shall certainly make it my busi- ness to investigate the entire matter, and bring you to juSticel"
 He speaks with such an air of truth, of thorough belief in her guilt, that Dora is dazed, bewildered, and, falling back from him covers her face with her hands. The fear of publicity, of hay ing her late intrigue brought into the glare of day, fills her with consterna- tion. And then, what will she gain by it? Nothing; she has no evidence on which to convict this man; all is mere supposition. She bitterly feels the weakness of her position, and her ina bility to follow up her accusation.
 An, how like guilty creature you stand therel' exclaims Dynecourt, re- garding her bowed and trembling fig llre. Il see plainly that this must be looked into. Miserable woman! If you know aught of my cousin, you had | better declare it now"
 "Traitorl" cries Dora. raising her pale face and looking at him with hor- TOT and defiance. You triumph now, because, as yet, have no evidence to support my belief; but'-she hesitates "Ah, b. azen it out to the last!" says Dynecourt insolently. Defy me while you can. To-day shall set the blood hounds of the law upon your track, so beware--bewarel"
 You refuse to tell me anythingY ex- claims Dora, ignoring his words, and treating them as though they are un- heard. 50 much the worse for you" She turns from him, and leaves the room as she finishes speaking; but, though her words have been defiant there is no kindred feeling in her heart to bear her up.
 When the door closes between them, the flush dies out of her face, and she looks even more wan and hopeless than she did before seeking his presence. She can not deny to herself that her mission has been failure. He has openly scoffed at her threats, and she is aware that she has not shred of act ual evidence wherewith to support her suspicion; the bravado with which he has sought to turn the tables upon her self both frightens and disheartens her, and now she confesses to herself that she knows not where to turn for coun. Sel.