The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-05-09

u tIIOStS udfS. tlCl1 III OlS-
appeared. - 1t was stolen from
me like other things that had al
ready been stolen from me, at that
+! time
! And sinking her voice still low
er, speaking her name as if she
were. addressing some other WON
an, some unhappy friend, she re-
lpeated:
Florence. s.s Florence =
| Tears streamed down her
cheeks.
"She is not one of those who
kill, = thought Don Luis. II can't
believe that she is an accomplice.
And yet-and yet =
He moved away from her and
walked across the room, from the
window to the door. The drawings
! of Italian landscapes on the wall
attracted his attention. Next he
read the titles of the books on the
shelves. They represented French
and foreign works, novels, plays,
essays, volumes of poetry, point
ing to really cultivated and
varied taste.
He saw Racine next to Dante,
Stendhal near Edgar Allen Poe,
Montaigne between Goeth and
Virgil. And suddenly, with that
extraordinary faculty which en-
abled him, in any collection of OBJ
jects, to perceive details which he
did not at once take in, he no.
.ticed that one of the volumes of
an English edition Of Shake
speare S works did not look exact
fly like the others. There was
something peculiar about the red
morocco back, something stiff,
without the cracks and creases
which show that book has been
used.
It was the eighth volume. He
took it out, taking care not to be
heard.
He was not mistaken. The vol
ume was sham, mere set of
boards surrounding hollow space
that formed a box and thus pro-
ylded a regular hiding place; and,
inside this book, he caught sight Of
PLAIN note paper, envelopes Of diff
ferent kinds, and some sheets of
ordinary ruled paper, all Of the
same size and looking as If they.
had been taken from writing
pad. f
And the appearance Of these
ruled sheets struck him at once.
He remembered the look Of the
paper on which the article for the
Echo de France had been drafted.
The ruling was identical, and the:
shape and size appeared to be the
same.
On lifting the sheets one after
tho other, he saw, on the last but
one. a series Of lines consisting Of
words and figures in pencil, like
notes hurriedly jotted down.
He read
House on the Boulevard cuchet.
First letter. Night OF Is April.
Second. Night OF 18th.
Third and four Nights Of S and is
May. S s
Fifth and explosion. Night Of Is.
May.
And, while noting first that the
date ct the first night was that Of
the actual day, and next that all
these dates followed one. another
at intervals Of 10 days, he re-
marked the resemblance between
the writing and the writing Of the
rough draft.
The draft was in notebook IN
his pocket. He was therefore III
q position to verify the similarity
Of the two handWritings and of
the two ruled sheets Of paper. He
took his notebook and opened II.
The draft was not there.
] Cad, he snarled, but this Il
Ia bit too thick
And, at the same time. he rs.
lnembered clearly that, when he
was telephoning to Mazeroux IA
the morning, the notebook was ii
| the pocket Of his overcoat and that
The had left his oyercoat on d chair
near the telephone box. Now, at
4 that moment, Mile. Levasseur, For
s|aao reason, was roaming about. the
4 study. What was she doing there
oh, the play actress ought
II Perenna, raging within himself.
IS She was humbug ging me- Her
! tears, her air Of frankness, her
tender mem oliesI: all bunkunl She