Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-29

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 The Girls Eyes Grew Round With Terror.
 Dorcas had branded him as thief. Still she had kept her word and never again questioned the authorship of the
 play Her accusation left a welt in his soul like stroke from the thin end of a whip. It was a welt which had not healed. He knew she had spoken the truth. He dropped his
 head upon his arms. It was years
 since he had said prayer. He had forgotten the form that prayer takes.
 Cod" he murmured, If there is
 any way for me to come back--and begin again-shpw me that way" He did not raise his head; in an apathy he was listening curiously to
 a commotion in the lower part of the house. From wrangle of voices in 1 the hall rose the clear tones of a woman; He jumped to his feet with consternation in his eyes and flung | the door open. While he stood mo- | tionless listening his forehead wrink- | led in perplexity. A cabman wa5 car: 1 rying trunk upstairs. It was so large
 that it blocked the stairway. A few, steps below Jason tried in vain to pass. F, . "Yo' ain't got no right to tote dat trunk up dar without Marse Went: l worths say so" cried the old negro. I'm gwine tell him bout hit When womans voice from the low CT hall answered, Enoch's face went pallid white. t You dippy old black fool, know
 my business. Cabby, take up that trunk as tell you to-" { Wentworth could hear Jason expos. tulate again. "Marse Enoch don know
 you're comin'. Missy Dorcas am out en she 'ain't gfb me no orders bout
 company" !: !
 Missy Dorcas!" repeated the wom!
 an with a contemptuous laugh. Get this out of your noddle straight away: I'm not company Miss Dorcas is ;ex-
 pecting. And here's bit of advice,- lose your doddering old jaw then an
 nounce me to your, master" Enoch,, with a few quick steps.
 reached the top of the stair and leaned
 over, the balusters.. The cabnan glanced at his stern face, then drop. ped the trunk from his shoulder and steadied it on the edge of step. Stay right where you are," ordered Wentworth abruptly. He turned to the woman, who stood on the stair. She lifted her face and greeted him with derisive laugh. "Will you be good enough, Miss Paget, to tell me what this intrusion means?" <
 The Englishwoman laughed again It was a peculiar laugh, a sweet, shrill
 ripple, without a ghost of merriment in it. It had a thrill as of something demoniac She did not answer his question, but turned to the cabman "Take that trunk up and set it on the landing. cant pass while you
 block the stair Then go down and
 wait until l call you"
 The man obeyed The actress
 paused on the top step and looked down at Jason. AS for you,' she
 looked at him with a sneering smile
 mind your own business now. have announced myself to your master Wentworth stood with his hand
 upon the railing of the stair. His face was stern and there were hard lines
 about. his mouth. He held the dool of the library open. Come in here" he said. There was no cordiality in his welcome.
 The actress brushed past him with
 a short, unpleasant laugh. Her man l u6F WdS luu Ol bCAA'COAhuCAN0> w SAAs 1 worth realized that he had never seen
 her look more beautiful: still his 1 pulses did not quicken by beat. She
 wore a gown of strangely lurid blue
 which few women would have dared
 to affect. The harmony between the
 dead gold of her hair and a willowy
 blue plume that swept down from hel
 hat was almost startling. Her atti
 tude was aggressive and a certain
 sense of power lay behind her the
 atrical entrance. Enoch's face settled
 into a frown, although his eyes were
 fnll.cf scowling perplexity. He rappet 1 the door shut and turned the key 1T
 the lock.
 NOW he demanded sharply, "bt
 good enough to tell me what thiI
 means."
 Aren't you going to ask me to sii
 down?" The woman spoke with ar