The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-07-06


fact did not in any way lessen the act
az proof OF ner confidence.
You say the assassin Is still hero
In this houseY | questioned Are
you sureY'
mo. not sure. hut | have every
reason 10 believe SO. One OF the serv.
ants caught II glimpse OF him. and l
have seen that which has aroused my
own suspicious. ! have not dreamed
this. but actually believe there is
some presence In this house seeking
evil. This house was built In time OF
feud and III feud country. Judge
Dunn was then on the bench and had
made many dangerous enemies by his
decisions. He always was man TO
arouse animosity by his arbitrary
manner and abrupt speech. AS girl
heard this house contained hidden
room and secret passages so arranged
as to facilitate escape in time of peril
or attack. Calvert Dunn has confessed
as much. but he and his father alone
know the secret. IL would be useless
10 question the judge"
"Where Is he now!"
ing his chair in the library. his body
perfectly helpless. his mind apparently
as active as ever. but more bitter than
before because of his physical weak
ness. l do not think he has slept for
two nights or that he has uttered Il
word except to curse the servants who
brought him food"
l had the full picture OF the situa.
ZION clearly before mo now-the super
stitious. unwilling darkies. knowing
Just enough to be frightened at their
own shadows: the characterless and
colorless Lucille. suffering from a
headache and locked safely away with
in her own room; that vindictive old
man. seated helpless in his chair. his
strange eyes glaring out across the
library table, and Jean Denslow left
alone in the big house to cope with
its mystery. the night shadows clos
ing In. Instinctively extended by
hand, and in the sudden response of
comradeship she slipped her own into
my grasp.
IL believe l am actually afraid"
she confessed. This is so different
from a real danger-this-this haunted
feeling"
l do not recall what l said. but
know I retained her hand in mine and
must have spoken words of encour.
agement, for when we emerged from
that dark hole Of a cellar into the mar
row hallway. already lighted by n
hanging lamp. her eyes were smiling
and the clasp of her fingers had grown
firm.
II shall want weapons, Miss Dens
low" | said. as we stood looking UT
and down the main hall. ''for whoever
this visitant may prove he will be OF
flesh and blood and not impervious to
a bullet. You can trust me armed?
"Oh. yes: | will get your own re.
volvers. They are left In the library
She was back In a moment, and
snapped the belt about my waist. feel
ing renewed confidence as ] found
both weapons still loaded.
Lamp in hand. explored every
nook and corner. peering under furni.
ture and into closet recesses. until abb
solutely convinced that not even a
rat could have escaped my scrutiny.
Having thus completed the lower floor,
not even forgetting to test the walls in
hope Of thus locating the secret room.
] was for following the same course
above. had not she begged me to de-
sist. her voice trembling. her face pa
thetic MS she pleaded. Through the
partially opened door | caught a
glimpse Of the judge Mt the library ia
BILE. his head bowed forward MS If he
slept. but did not venture 10 enter
the room. q
Miss Denslow."l said at last. stand
ing at the foot of the stairs. IF il Is
true that any one IN hiding In the
house. as you suspect. the fellow must
be the murderer Of Lieutenant Ma
varre. Naturally ] wish 10 make that
man prisoner. Are you willing to sir
here in the dark. thus helping me TO
draw him into the trapY
Her eyes lifted 10 mine in single
searching glance
"Yes.' she said quietly. 81 know |
am nervous. strangely so. yet am not
afraid"
blew OUT the light placed two
chairs back in the denser shadow un.
derneath the circular staircase and
made her sit down In the one nearest
the wall. Her hand was cold. tremb.
ling as touched II, and | whispered
q few words OF courage into her ear,
but she made no effort to respond.
Perhaps we had been sitting thus for
ten minutes. in a stiffness so profound
Us to be painful, when ! felt the girls
hand steal along the arm Of my chair
and press my sleeve The movement
unconsciously made perhaps. was elo
quent of her distress Of mind. aud
obeyiug the first impulse. clasped her
fingers within my own We sat thus
in the dark. like two lovers. listening
intcntly. neither venturing to speak
Was she right or wrong in her sus
picion? Had overstraiDed nerves caus
ed her to believe the house haunted
Or had the assassin, dissatisfied will
his previous work. returned to com
tIcte hia tasty 1 was not ron vincef