Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-29

"TeII Me What This Means," He De manded Sharply.
 foolish enough to try blackmail. Any thing like" he paused for moment as if trying to find suitable word, like sentiment for instance-or call l it what you wish-died a natural death one afternoon when I tried to explain things to you. The minute a woman lets herself go and shows the | devil in her makeup at white heat, sentiment can die-die a very sudden death. Besides, have nothing on my ] conscience. I treated you as gener. ously as any man would have done l under the circumstances"
 Miss Paget threw back her head and ] laughed. "Sit down. she advised, This is a different affair entirely. Do not flatter yourself there is not a ghost of sentiment in this" :: l Enoch walked to the mantel, leaned his elbow upon it, and stared down at her. I'll give you exactly ten, min utes to explain what you want. If it is about your child, am quite as anx- ious to get him out of my house as you are" if. x My child! will relieve your mind on that point immediately. It is not my child want. If your sister wants to play foster-mother, she is quite welcome to him. When think of it."' she began slowly to draw off her gloves, Miss Wentworth has really done me,a great favor" 'Oblige me then,' Enoch's voice was full of cold indifference, by getting l down to business as quickly as pos. sible. You must be gone before my sister comes in" ... Indeed" The actress looked up into his face with an insolent smile. Why | should we hurry? I want to ask you a few questions. understand you are | writing a new play" She turned to | glance at the litter of manuscript on his desk. "Is there part in it for me?' ..s3 T have not begun to- place parts yet" : All. ouC WdtCAOO AAAA WAC4A NoAA l scrutiny. "How is it coming along? | Will it be as big a go as The House has been?" #
 ''Is it any of your business?"
 l Probably not; still, am interested, have been wondering" she spoke slowly, as if thinking aloud, If it can 1 possibly come up to the expectations of the public. A second play is often such a-rotter." ts9 !
 What in thunder are you driving at?" asked Enoch fiercely. . She sprang to her feet and faced him. There was malevolent sheer in her face.
 My opinion is that anything you could do would be a rotter"
 "Why?"
 Zilla Paget drew one hand from her huff and pulled out few sheets of crumpled paper. She laid them on the table. smoothing them carefully with the blank side up. Suddenly she turned them over and placed both her hands firmly on the paper.
 Enoch took a few steps forward and peered down through his glasses. His gait grew unsteady and his fingers gripped at the edge of the table,. A purplish flush swept over his cheeks, then he became ghastly pale. His very lips grew white. There were gray hollows about his eyes like the shad- ows which creep into face after death. His mouth moved. but he did not utter a word, because his tongue touched dry lips.
 Il knew you would understand murmured the woman.
 Wentworth's hands sprang at her wrists like the grip of wild beast snatching at it's prey.
 Don't" entreated the actress. "You hurt terribly. You do not know how strong you are. Besides-you are fool ish. horribly foolish. as-If you should tear this, it is nothing but Exhibit A There are hundreds of sheets where it came from. And let me tell you they are where you won't find them l Wentworth unclasped her wrists, but his eyes were blazing with. mur. l derous fury. He turned with quick gesture to the wall behind him