The Green Forest tribune., 1909-10-22

Wdo uOuc LII IllG uOIIOE Ol u D ul- cide-no rivulets of blood ending in live pools, no contortions of the face. Lisa lay on the great white bear rug as he had often seen her lie there, her face partly concealed by her arm. She wore a white half-fitted robe, and in the dim light sometimes he could scarcely see her at all except where her dark hair shone out vividly. Near her on the floor was a letter which he knew must have been written to him, but he let it lie there. AS yet he was not curious.
 He bent over her and sobbed and held the letter to his lips. Then he tore it open and strained his dim eyes over the sprawling letters:
 Dear old Pat" she had written. Call me coward if you want, but am tired and nothing can be worse than these last days. 1 have not worked too hard. My eyes have been miserable. Perhaps work would have saved me from this despair which has made me end it. Ford Harvey is the reason, Ford Harvey with his mock ing laugh and his haunting eyes. l love him, my killing myself will tell you how much, but 1 want you to make him suffer as I have suffered. He lied and I know now that he never loved me. I must have amused him, for my love was so frank I won't live to be bitter old woman, and I won't live without him. Find a way to mad den him as he has maddened me-
 It was signed simply Lisa Poor little sister, poor little Lisa, he murmured, "and I thought she was so happy. No, I must not shoot him. That it not what she means"
 He stared at the portrait until the coroner was admitted Then he looked up an address in the telephone direc- tory and walked down the boulevard until he came to some stairs with a light at the entrance. He rang the bell and a man who was half dressed let him in. They stirred up the fire and Patton Ware told him in a few words what had happened. When Per reau read the note he turned to the other man and said almost joyously: Thank God, I can serve her dead though l could not while she lived" Then he fell to weeping.
 When he was calmer they talked until morning. Then Perreau packed his bag and went out with his caller. Patton Ware went back to the studio and sat with his dead. When it was all over he wrapped the portrait and left it at photograph gallery
 A week later Ford Harvey lay back in his steamer chair on the Kaiser Wilhelm and watched the woman be- side him. Her eyes were half closed and she smiled at him through her sloping lashes. The hood of her cape could not quite conceal the elaborate coiffure, nor was it intended to do SO. He was thinking how .artistically she was gotten up, but she saw glimpses of the gowns that he should buy her in Paris. boy passed with some pa pers. Ford Harvey held out his hand indifferently. He gave part of the paper to the woman and opened the rest out before him. From the front page this headline greeted him:
 RUMOR SAYS LISA WARE ENDED LIFE FOR NOTED LEADER OF N. Y. SOCIETY. Underneath was a poor half-tone taken from photograph of her DOT trait. Drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead
 My God, l didn't think she'd do it!" he said aloud
 Do what?" she asked, snatching the paper from him.
 She understood when she saw. but asked no questions. She went white about the lips, though not because she cared for the dead girl.
 Would you kill yourself for me, Avfs?" he asked.
 No, but perhaps I'll make you shoot your heart out for me-" she an- swered lightly.
 She would not trust him to his thoughts after that, and Avis Brady could be diverting when she wished.
 At dinner he fingered idly with his napkin and found pasted in the corner tiny picture of woman. Avis felt his uneasiness. He looked at his watch nervously and the same eyes smiled at him from the cover. Annoyed. he ceased to listen to the pretty woman at his side. With the coffee, a minia- ture picture of woman pasted on his saucer under his cup made him hurry rom the table red faced, the blonde woman following him alarmed. Rough ly he ordered her to her stateroom and paced the deck with deep scowl on his brow
 When he went down she was asleep. and replacing her picture in a silver frame on the table was another photo graph and the eyes smiled
 On the deck again, he ran into a man that he knew slightly. It was Per reau. Ford Harvey shook hands with the detective and offered him a cigar which he did not take. For a time they talked aimlessly.
 "Perreau," said Harvey at last. "you are probably on a vacation, but would you undertake to clear up a small l matter for mel"
 Perreau expressed himself reluctant.
 But you would be interested, I think, and it will tax your ingenuity very little."
 The detective said that lie would be any service he could to MT. Har- vey.
 T have been annoyed in a curious way" Harvey began. Some one who must think if a joke Dllts a wom a n q picture in my way at every turn. I