The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1911-02-10

I without rafting the brass rinEs iEUiu
which the curtain depended. And then
Maitland was in the passage, acuteiy
on the alert, recognizing from the con-
timed click of metal that his antagon-
;c+.to.be was still at his difficult task
EInch by inch-there was the tapestry:
Very gently the householder pushed II
aside.
An insidious aroma of scorching var
nish 1.-THE dark lantern) penetrated the
massage while he stood on its thresh-
old feeling for the electric light
switch. unhappily he missed this at
the first cast, and-heard from within
a ouick. deep hiss of breath. Some
thing had put the burglar on guard.
Another instant wasted. and It
would be too late. The young man
had to chance it. And he did, without
further hesitation stepping boldly into
the danger zone, at the same time
making one final, desperate pass at the
spot where the switch should nave
been-and missing it. On the instant
there came a click of different cali
Der from those that had preceded it.
A revolver had been cooked, some
where there in the blank darkness.
Maitland knew enough not to move.
In another respect the warning came
too late; his fingers had found the
switch at last, and automatically had
turned it.
The glare was binding, mOmentari-
ly; but the flash and report for which
Maitland waited did not come. When
his eyes had adjusted themselves to
the suddenly altered conditions, he
saw, directly before him and some six
feet distant, woman's slight figure,
dark cloaked, resolute upon it's two
feet, head framed in yelling, features
effectually disguised in a motor mask
whose round, staring goggles shone
blankly in the warm white light.
On her part, she seemed to recog-
nize him simultaneously. On his.
1t may as well be admitted that
Mait1and's wits were gone woOl-gath-
ering, temporarily at least; state Of
mind not objectionable when it is
taken into consideration that he was
called upon to grapple with and stimuli
taneously to assimilate three momen-
tous facts For the first time in his life
he found himself nose to nose with a
revolver, and that one of able-bOdied
and respect-compelling proportions.
For the first time in his life, again, he
was under necessity of dealing with a
housebreaker. But most Supplying
of all he found the fact that this house
breaker, this armed midnight maraud-
er, was a woman! And so it was not
altogether fearlessness that made him
weapon; it is nothing to his credit for
courage if his eyes struck past the
black and deadly mouth of the revolver
and looked only into the blank and ex-
pressionless eyes of the wind mask; it
was not lack of respect for his skins
integrity, but the sheer, tremendous
wonder of it all, that rendered him
oblivious to the eternity that lay the
other side of slender, trembling fin
ger tip.
And so he stared, agape, u2til pres
emily the weapon wavered and was
lowered and the woman's voice,
touched with irony, brought him to his
senses
"Oh," she remarked, coolly,. ''it's
only you
Thunderstruck. he was able no more
than to parrot the pronoun: you
you'll"
Were you expecting to meet any
one else, here, tonight" she inquired
in suavest mockery.
He lefted his shoulders helplessly,
and tried to school his tongue to CO.
herence. 'T confess. ~. Well,
certainly / didn't count on finding you
here, Miss Wentworth. And the black
cloak, you know"
Reversible, of course; gray inside,
as you see-Handsome DAM" The
girl laughed quietly, drawing aside an
edge of the garment to reveal it's in
ner face of silken gray and the fluted
ruffles of the gray skirt underneath.
He nodded appreciation of the de-
vice, his mind now busy with specula-
tons as to what he should do with the
girl, now that he had caught her. At
the same time he was vaguely vexed
by her persistent repetition of the OBJ
solescent nickname.
Handsome Dan," he iterated all but
mechanically. why do you call me
that, please? Have we met before?
could swear, never before this night"
But you are altogether too modest, =
she laughed mot that It's bad trait
in the character of a professional.
~. /. But really! 1t seems bit in
credible that any one so widely ad-
vertised as Handsome Dan Anisty
should feel surprise at being recog-
nized Why, your portrait and biog-
raphy have commanded space in every
yellow journal in America recently!"
And. dropping the revolver into a
pocket in her cloak, Il was afraid you
might be servant-or, even Matt
land" she diverted the subject, with
a nod.
"But-but II you recognized me as
Anisty, back there by the ford, didn't
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