Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1911-06-17

WHICH lHe curtain utpenueu. anu lnen
Maitland was in the passage, acutely
on the alert, recognizing from the con
tinued click of metal that his antagon-
ist-to-be was still at his difficult task
Inch by inch-there was the tapestry
Very gently the householder pushed it
aside.
An insidious aroma of scorching var
nish (the dark lantern) penetrated the
passage 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
quick. deep hiss of breath. Some
thing had put the burglar on guard.
Another instant wasted. and II
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 have
been-and missing it, On the instant
there came a click of a 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, a woman's slight figure,
dark cloaked, resolute upon its 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 instantaneously. On his. g.
1t may as well be admitted that
Maitland's wits were gone wool-gath-
ering, temporarily at least; a 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
to all intents and purposes ignore the
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, tremenGDua
wonder of it all, that rendered him
oblivious to the eternity that lay the
other side of a slender, trembling fin
ger tip.
And so he stared, agape, uptil 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, its
only you"
Thunderstruck. he was able no more
than to parrot the pronoun: You
you"
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. Il confess. Well,
certainly I 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 its in
ner face of silken gray and the fluted
rufTles 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 a bad trait
in the character of a professional
But really it seems a 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 {
pocket in her cloak, Il was afraid YOU
might be a servant-or even Matt
land" she diverted the subject, will
a nod.
"But-but If you recognized me as
Anisty, back there by the ford. didn'
you suspect I'd drop in on you"
"WhV of cOurSpt Didn't Won all bl1