Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-17

wrote l scarcely stopped to eat 0r sleep? When did sleep dreamed of it and"
 He stopped, too much affected to trust his voice. He laid one hand over the other as if to still himself, for he was trembling.
 Wentworth stood looking at the younger man. Something cold and re- lentless crept into his eyes. He laid his hand on Merry's arm.
 Let me talk to you, Andrew"
 "Talk! Talk! You damned thief" He pushed Enoch aside with quick re- pulsion. His face was blazing with wrath. He went tramping about the room in vague, needless, half-blinded fashion. A thought seemed to strike him abruptly. He wheeled around sud- denly and faced the man beside him.
 "Why in the devils name, Enoch, should you do this? Have l ever done you one cruel, disloyal act in all my life?"
 Wentworth did not answer. He re- turned the terror in Merry's eyes with a cool, stubborn glance.
 Did you have this hellish plunder scheme in mind when you drew up that bond?", he asked unsteadily. What did you have in mind when you made me your slave?" "I don't know-eXactly." Wentworth turned such straightforward gaze upon Merry that he realized the man was speaking the truth. "As I told you that night, and I am telling the truth, it was nothing but fancy of mine. When you came to me with this," Enoch's hand dropped on the manuscript which lay upon the table, you came with great temptation; it was too much for me-"
 Evidently" cried Merry. His tone was whitening in it's scorn. He seated himself and his eyes turned fiercely upon Wentworth. The muscles of his cheek twitched as regularly as a pulse.
 "The play is mine." Enoch seemed to have grown strangely cool and i'm previous to contempt or anger. "The play is mine," he repeated; 1t is the due and forfeit of my bond" AO CyCo Ol tuC dCtOA AdA AO" O0 NAA he laughed savagely.
 Take your pound of flesh." he cried. What will you do with it?"
 Everything we had planned" Enoch's voice was calm. Give it a big production, advertise it as play never was advertised before, and build up your fame as an emotional actor"
 What, will you not play the con- vict?"
 1 q! Of course not There is only one actor in America who can play John Esterbrook.' Andrew rushed across the room in a blind fury. He stretched out his hand and dealt Wentworth stinging blow across the mouth. That actor won't play it. Do you understand?"
 Wentworth lifted his arm fiercely, then it dropped neryelessly by his side. The veins rose In his neck and forehead like taut cords. He stood staring at Merry. who strode about the room in a demontac fury. '. i ..I
 God! You're not man! You're a damned. low-down. scurrilous black leg. Ana to tnlnk or you standing there, looking me in the face-God!" Merry raised his hand again as if to strike, then he dropped it by his side, shuddered. and dashed across the room. He picked up his hat and turned to the door.
 Where are you going?" asked Enoch sternly.
 I'm going straight to-hell." , He lifted his gloves from the table. : Beside them lay the manuscript of his , play. He stretched out his hand and turned his eyes on the other man. : watching him as 8 thief might, who 7 fears being caught in an act of rob
 bery.
 "Take it," cried Enoch. "I have a
 copy of it. copy in my own hand writing"
 Merry stood lingering the pages. What do you propose to do with
 your-swag?"
 Call it by decent name. It be
 longs to me. Money does not count