The Forrest City times., 1906-08-10
 THE GREEN-EYED By HENRY WALDORF FRANCIS
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 be that of woman in disguise and was at once identified IS that of a neighbor. Mrs George Calvin. It seems that Mrs. Jeffreys received a message from her husband yesterday afternoon telling her that he would not be at home and. owing to recent occurrences in the village, being afraid to be alone at night, sent to Mrs. Calvin to come and stop with her, as she had often done before when her husband was called away by business.
 Mrs. Calvin phoned to her bus. band. who told her that he would be detained until late in the city and that he could not consent 10 her be- ing away from home all night, as he was not feeling well, but that she had better go and pass the evening with Mrs. Jeffreys and he would call for her about II o'clock, but in case he was prevented not to wait for him but to return to their home. as he would certainly be out on the mid night train. Mr Calvin has also in. formed the police that he told his wife, as matter of precaution, tramps having infested the village for some time past, to don a suit of his clothing, as a man would be less like ly to be molested than woman, and to go armed.
 The body when found had been dead some hours. and the crime is wrapped in mystery. Robbery could not have been the motive, as the dead woman wore valuable jewelry, none of which is missing. and her purse was found unopened and undisturbed. It is not known that she had any en. emies. Chronicle reporters are now Investigating and fuller particulars will appear in the later editions"
 The newspaper fell from his hands and his mind staggered under the shock. The room seemed to whirl around the objects in it became in- distinct, the power of thought left him, and his throat and tongue were insufferably parehed.
 A violent knocking on the door aroused him. He opened it and a man came hastily in. then turned and with calm deliberation closed and locked the door.
 Jeffreys sank into a chair. frozen with fear and wonderment. The man was Calvin.
 As he advanced towards him Jeff freys iEsdnctiyely held out his hand, but Calvin brushed by ignoring it and, seating himself at the opposite side of the table, fixed his eyes upon Jeffreys with gaze that fascinated and that bad something coldly fiend. ish i'll it.
 Then Calvin spoke.
 They told me at the office, where went to see you. that l would find you here at four o'clock"
 You have been reading it. I see. .' he said, motioning 10 the newspaper lying upon the floor How do you like being a murderer-and her laar. derer?"
 Jefreys started from his chair and essayed to speak.
 Sit dOwn"" thundered Calvin. "and don't lie to me, I know the trl.tht am not going to give you up. It would be no satisfaction to me to have you hanged I want to enjoy the extreme pleasure of seeing you every day and watching the torture of your mind under the knowledge that know the facts and that can at any minute send you to the gallows, It will be, more sweet to see you growing gradually insane.
 Il have known you for long time. you lecherOus sneak I know vour jealous disposition. But did not think you would dishonor another mans home-the home of one who treated you as a friend. Fortv.eight hours ago l accidentally came across letter you wrote my wife, and then knew Then, saying nothing to her. planned my vengeance, and 1t has all come out as l planned it.
 T wrote you the anonymous note you received. All day yesterday until you took the train for Clarenceviue had you watched. The boy at yonr office reported to me what he heard you say over the telephone. for which l paid him. It is quite safe to tell you this-you will not dare to report him,
 Well, was it not a very clever trap set to catch such filthy rat as you are! If l could only have had her know who it was killed her,"
 Jeffreys did not answer: he only mumbled something between shrieks. They took him from the hotel to the asylum, and he is in the ward for lncurables-where he will die. Copyright, 1906, by Daily Story Pub. Co)
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