Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-05-09

the right one
Yes, it was she said.
"Your name is Florence: Flor
cncc Lcvasscnr.'
She started.
What: Who told you? Flor
cnce? How do you know"
"Here is your photograph, with
your name on it almost illegiblc."
"Oh!'' she said. amazed at see
ing the picture. II can't believe
it. Where does it come FROM
Where did you get it from?" And
suddenly, LIT was the project of
police who gave it to you, was it
not? Yes, it was he. I'm sure of
it. am sure that this photograph
is to identify me and that they are
looking for me, for me, too. And
it $ YOU again, it S you again.
Shave no fear" he said. 1.-The
print only wants a few touches to
alter the face beyond recognition.
will make them. Have no fear"
She was no longer listening to
him. She gazcd at the photograph
with all her concentrated atten-
ton and murmured:
II was 20 years old. X [ was
living in Italy. Dear me, how hap
by was on the day when it was
taken! And how happy I was
when L saw my portrait! II
used to think myself pretty i'm
those days. * + IS And then it dis.
appeared. n $ 1t was stolen from
me like other things that had al
ready been stolen from me, at that
Aud sinking her voice still low
or, speaking her name as if she
were addressing some other wom-
an, some unhappy friend, she re-
peated:
sFlorencc. 81 s. s. Florence-
Tears streamed down her
cheeks.
"She is not one OF those who
kill, thought Don Luis. 81 can't
believe that she is am accomplice.
And yet-and vet" =
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, move Is, plays.
essays, volumes of poetfr y. point
ing to a really cultivated and
varied taste.
He saw Racine next to Dante.
Stendhal ncar Edgar Allen Poe.
Montague between Gocth and
Virgil. And suddenly, with that
extraordinary faculty which en-
abled him. in amy collection of OBJ
Jects. to perceive details which he
did not at once take in, he no.
ticcd that II Of the volumes of
an English edition of Shake
speare's works did not look exact
ly like the others. There was
something peculiar about the red
morocco back, something stiff.
without the cracks and creases
| which show that a book has been
used.
1t was the eighth volume. He
took it out, taking care not to be
heard.
He was not mistaken. The vol
ume was a sham, a mere set of
boards surrounding a hollow space
that formed a box and thus pro-
vided 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 Il writing
pad.
And the appearance OF these
ruled sheets struck him at once.
lie remembered the look of the
paper on which the article for the
Echo de France had been drafted.
The ruling vas i1.ntical, and the
shape and size appeared to be the
same. S-
On lifting the sheets one after
the other, he saw, on the last but
one. a series of lines consisting of
words and figures in pencil, like
,n1@oe IJ1, ~