The Forrest City times., 1914-06-19

Don't speak. Think frs,-,h,., Brandon Booth. It is what vnn ,a Sel been seeking for months-tbe , ud's You share the secret with IT. aua Again l ask. is 1t safe with von, uoS'
 My God!" he muttered agsin passed his hand over his eyes aaa p.s brow was wet He looked a, b,. ,h gers. dumbly as if expecting "a s ae them covered with blood. Hu'
 'ls it safe with you?" for tho ,,. time. Ae una
 Safe? Safe ?" he whispered fan. ing her example without krov,nD 'Oi.9'' @ he did so. II cant beleva p ua' Sara. It cant be true" 'oN
 It is true"
 You have known-all this ,,r..
 From that night when l stood Th' We are standing now" ''
 And-and-she?"
 T had never seen her until a. night. l saved her" ''
 He dropped suddenly upon thu .,,., that stood behind him. and bpriea sla face in his hands. For a lopg .,n she stood over him, her interest s,vis ed between him and the hall whersi, lay their present peril
 Come she said at last "Ppp VIM, self together. We must leave tsi, place. If you are not carefm sar will suspect something downstairs
 He looked up with haggard eys, studying her face with curious intent ness.
 What manner of woman ara vor Sara?' he questioned. slowly. wo, deringly.
 Il have just discovered that .r very much like other women. atts, all, she said. For awhile thougb, was different. that l was stroprs, than my sex. But I am just as wea. just as much to be pitied, just az much to be scorned as any one of my sisters. have spoiled a great ac, by stooping to do a mean one God will bear witness that my thoughts were noble at the outset; my bear was soft. But come There is much more 10 tell that cannot be told here You shall know everything"
 They went downstairs and out into the crisp autumn air. She gave dree tions to her chauffeur. They were 10 traverse for some distance the same road she had taken on that illiated night a year and half before. h course of time the motor approached a well-remembered railway crossing
 Slow down, Cole" she said "Ths IS mean place-a very mean place Turning to Booth, who had been sit ting grim and silent beside her for miles, she said, lowering her voice: I remember that crossing yonder There is sharp curve beyond This is the place. Midway between the two crossings. l should say. Please re member this part of the road, BraE don, when 1 come to the telling ol that nights ride to town. Try 10 pie ture this spot-this smooth, straight road as it might be on a dark, freezing night in the very thick of screaming blizzard, with all the world abed save two women"
 In his mind he began to draw the picture. and to place the two women in the center of 1t, without knowing the circumstances. There was some thing fascinating in the study he was making. something gruesome and ful of sinister possibilities for the hana of virile painter. He wondered how near his imagination was to pfacns the central figures in the picture as they actually appeared on that secre' night.
  At sunset they went together p u' little pavilion at the end of the p'ei which extended far out into the souhd Here they were safe from the ears of eavesdroppers. The boats had oeeN slowed away for the winter ln' wind that blew through the open pa vilion. now shorn Of all It's comfoll' and luxuries, was cold, raw and repei ling, No one would disturb them heie
 With her face set toward the slnklt east, she leaned against one or I' l thick posts. and in dull, emotiohies voice, laid bare the whole story cf 'ns dreadful night and the days that lo' lowed. She spared no details S| spared not herself in the narration