The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-05-18

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cts granted. Name it,"
That be nice TO him who sits
beside you at supper tonight"
She looked at me a moment. Masks
are very annoying when one wants to
see the lace.
That will be al easy penance. she
said, and ! understood she had been
told who that man was to be.
bent toward her. Let him know
it. them | said earnestly.
Your hishness likes himi" she ask
ed.
81 do moro than like him." l said.
She threw a quick glance up at me
Maybe do, too she laughed.
Good" said |. then began to speak
OF something else. There Is just as
proper a point to quit a subject as to
start II.
The grass on the bank Of the lake
was quite dry, and Lady Helen sug-
gested that we sit down.
This reminds me Of a garden in
Florence she said. some one might
tell us n story"
Every good. my dear" said Lady
Nierle; you tell the first story. We
will take our cue from you
Lady Helen removed her mask.
Then. that is your first cue" she said.
II breathe easier" Mile. d'Essoide re-
marked.
I'VE all do said /, then suddenly
replaced mine and arose.
Indulge me for a moment | said.
and sauntered owe to the path a little
distance away. nor answered h chat
fling that was flung after me. ! had
seen a woman In gypsy dress and a
cavalier I'm white coming slowly down
the walk. ! did not doubt 1t was Mrs.
Spencer and Lotzen. and | intended to
let them know they were recognized.
As we neared each other | halted
and stared at them with the most OBJ
some remark TO her companion. to
which he nodded. Then Lotzen "a
me another surprise. He paused in
front Of me and looked me over from
head to foot.
Monsieur seems Interested" he said.
making no effort to disguise his tones.
! made no answer.
"And ] hore monsieur will pardon
me II ] tell him his inner are afro
cious." he went on.
Again no answer.
Though. Of course. no one could
ever expect monsieur TO understand
why" he continued.
OF a sudden II da wned on my slow
brain that Lotzen did not know wheth-
er II was Moore or | hat confronted
him. and he wanted to hear my voice.
l saw no utility in obl'ging him: so |
stood impassiye. staring calmly at
them.
Lotzen turned to his companion.
Speak to him. mademolselle." he
said. "Perchance the dulcet tones of
beauty may move the beast to
speech"
/ smiled Mt him addressing her as
"mademolselle."
"Try signs IN him." she suggested.
Good! I'll sign to him we want to
see his face"
How. prayT'
"By pulling OF his mask he an
swered, and put out his hand as
though to do It. With his fingers al
most on 1t he paused.
I stood quite still. felt perfectly
sure he would not touch me. But II
he did I intended to knock hin down.
And l was not mistaken. After a mo-
ment he dropped his arm.
Tho Uomou IouOhad aXOur narva
failed: his didn't" she said dryly.
"Not at all, mademoiselle. | thought
of a better way. Observe"
He slowly drew the long. narrow
bladed sword that went with his cos
tune and, taking the point in his left
hand. bowed over 1t In mock courtesy.
"Will monsieur have the extreme
kindness to remove his mask?" he
said.
I admit I was a BIT astonished.
Surely this was rushing things with a
vengeance-to deliberately raise a sit
uation that lean either a fight or a
complete backdown by one of us.
and al he would scarcely imagine I
would do the latter he must have in
tended to force a duel.
There might have been another rea-
son assuming that he was interested
only in my Identity. This procedure
would have told him. for Moore would
not have dared draw sword on the
heir presumptive.
Being convinced that IL was I that
fronted him, he had suddenly seen an
opportunity to accomplish In open
fight what his hired assassin had bun
gled. 1t Is notorious that American
officers know practically nothing OF
the art of fence? What easier than
tn drive me into drawing on him and
then after a bit of play to run me
neatly through the heart? What mat
tered 1t II he were the aggressor? 1t
would be easy to aver he had not