The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-09-14
copyrigh. by George II. erosdhurst.

IL beg your pardon but can't help
it," cried Garrison The machine
broke down in front of Il livery sta
BILE"
Something the matter with the car
buretor," explained Sanderson. "Acci-
dents will happen
"Of course they will. Doctor, let me
introduce Mr. Garrison and Mr.. san
dcrson. This is DR.. Woodhurst."
Or. Woodhurst bowed, then asked
Mrs Darlington:
MY son is in the house. believe"
Yes"
Then, If you will excuse me-
III 20 with YOU" she said.
Thank you"
Sanderson turned to Garrison and
said retlectively:
The automobile versus the horse and
the lady undecided. 1t looks like
pretty contest-and for mighty big
stake"
Each looked the other squarely in
the eyes.
Garrison reached out his hand and
said:
Il like you, Sanderson. Win or lose.
therc'll be no hard feelings. hope"
Sanderson returned the hearty grasp.
"None," he said.
Both stood for moment strangely
silent Their musings were interrupt
ed by IIortense coming toward them
across the lawn and asking:
Excuse me. bipJ has either of you
gentlemen seen Miss MyrtleS handker-
chcf?"
I've not" answered Garrison.
"She says she certainly left II out
here"
Shall we 20 in?" asked Garrison
Sanderson assented, and they enter
ed the door together.
Hummlng n music hall air, Hortense
continued her search. SheR was re-
warded by finding the handkerchief
behind a bench. AS she looked up
from the ground her eyes fell upon
what she considered at first an appari-
ton Before her stood an immacu-
lately dressed young colored man. His
suit was ultra in checks and gorgeous
cut. Gorgeous dove colored spats peep.
ed out from underneath his cuffed and
creased trousers. His patent leather
shoes were as glossy as the diamond
In his tie. The hatband was of pat
tern that you could hear before you
saw it. His teeth cinched big black
cigar. Near him stood n six foot
darky, who watched every move he
made. IIortense stood transfiXed.
Look at dat. Look at datw she
cried
Is dis de place where Mrs. Barring
ton lives?" asked Hortense's hypno-
tier. very quietly and very much
bored, as If accustomed to adulaton.
'Ya-as. sir"
"Tell her dat Chappy Raster wants
to see her"
"Chappy Raster! er-der-jockey %
gasped Hortense
Oats me-" Grinned Chappy.
"Oh, Mr. Raster. Dat should live
to see dis day! Might | shake hands
wild you, Mr.. Raster?" she requested,
after n pause.
Chappy languidly extended his lem
OH colored gloved hand. Hortense seiz-
ed it timidly and gave it faint shake.
Looking at her hand with admiration,
she exclaimed:
"Oh, Mr.. Raster when de odder col
ored ladies find out Then, noticing
for the first time his companion. she
exclaimed, "Who am dat gen'lcmanI"
Dat amt no gentleman. Dat my
valet" he answered. calling Johnson
Johnson responded "Ias, SIR" and
stepped quickly to his side.
"Dere am some dust on my Shoe
Chappy admonished.
'Yas. sir" murmured the valet, OBJ
scquiously. as he pulled Il bandanna
handkerchief from his pocket and in
dustriously brushed his masters boots.
AS he did so Chappy tapped him on the
shoulder, murmuring. Beat it, Hand
ing him his cigar. which the valet be-
gan to puff with gusto. Chappy stepped
away from the staring man and threw
open his coat to display Respondent
waistcoat. gold buttoned and orna-
mented with u huge fob.
"Oh. Mr.. Raster, you am certainly de
wonderfulest man! Is-is-you goin' to
ride down here. Mr. Rasterl" said. Hor.
tense, recovering her breath.
You'll See" Chappy was enigmat.
ical
IF you does. Mr.. Raster, l certainly
will place cherry dollar has on your
mount Won't play him for place or
show either. No. sir. I'll play your
mount to win. Mr.. Raster cherry time"
Tell Mrs. harrington I'm here" or
dcred Chappy.
Mrs. harrington was greatly perturb-
ed when she heard from Hortense that
Chappy Raster had come to the house.
She was afraid that some OF her guests
might see and recognize him. Her
greatest fear was that he might en-
counter DIR. Woodhurst. who. in his
laundering fashion. was sure to get
into mischief. She FASTENED from the