Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-05-23

vealed itself i'm the frequent quiv-
erlng of the lips and mostrils.
Who are YOU? Who T. you?'
he felt inclined to eNclaim. Twill
nothing content you. You she
devil, but to deal out murder all
round9 And do YOU want my
death also, i'm order to attain Your
objecty Where do you come from
and whore r you making for?'
On reflection. he was convinced
of ii certainty that solved a prob
lem which had %preoccupicd him
for a long timc-namely, the m.ys-
FERROUS connection between his
own presence i'm the mansion i'm
the Place du Palaise-Bourbom and
the presence OF Il woman who was
manifestly wreaking her hatred
on him.
He now understood that he had
not bought the house by accident.
In making the purchase he had
been persuaded by am anonymous
offer that reached him in the
form OF a typewriter prospectus.
Whence did this offer come, if
not from Florence, who wished to
have him near her in order to spy
upon him and wage. war upon
him?
eyes, he thought. 'that is
where the truth lies. AS the pos
sible heir of Cosmo Mornington
and a prominent figure i'm the
ease, / am the enemy. and they
are trying to do away with me
as they did with the others. And
it is Florence who is acting
against me. And it is she who
has committed murder.
Everything tells against her;
nothing speaks in her defense.
Her innocent eyes? The accent
of sincerity in her voice? Her
serene dignity? And then? Yes,
what then? Have | never seen
women with that frank look who
have committed murder for no
reason, almost for pleasures
sake?"
He started with terror at the
memory of Dolores Kesselbach.
What was it that made him con
meet these two women at every
moment in his mind? He had
loved one of them, that monster
Dolores, and had strangled her
with his own hands. Was fate
now leading him toward a like
love and a similar murder?
When Florence left him he
would experience a sense of salts
faction and breathe more easily,
as though released from an OPP
pressive weight, but he would run
to the window and see her cross
ing the courtyard and be still
waiting when the girl whose
scented breath he had felt upon
his face passed to and fro.
One morning she said to him:
THE papers say that it will be
tonight"
"Tonight?"
Yes" she said, showing him
an article i'm one of the newspa-
pers. '''This is the 25th: and, ac
cording to the information of the
police, they say, by you. there
should be a letter delivered i'm the
house on the Boulevard Suchet
every 10th day. and the house is
to be destroyed by an explosion
on the day when the fifth and
last letter appears"
Was she defying him? Did she
wish to make him understand that
whatever happened, whatever the
obstacles, the letters would APP
pear, those mysterious letters
prophesied on the list which he
had found in the eighth volxme OF
Shakespeare's plays9
He looked at her steadily. She
did not finch. He answered:
eyes, this is the night. ] shall
be there. Nothing in the world
will prevent me-
She was on the point OF reply
ing, but once more controlled her
feelings.
That day Don Luis was on his
guard. TIc iunched and dincd out
and arranged with Mazeroux to
have the Place du Palais- Bourbon