The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-05-18

Its granted. Name it,
THAT you be nice to him who sits
beside you ut supper tonight
She looked ut me 4 moment. Masks
are very annoying when one wants tn
SEE the face.
That will be an easy penance,' she
said, and | understood she had been
told who that man was to be.
| bent toward her. Let him know
1t, then" said earnestly.
"Your hishness likes himT she ask
ed
"I do more than like him." ! said.
She threw quick glance up at me.
maybe | do, too" she laughed.
Good" said |, then began to speak
Of something else There is just as
proper point to quit subject as to
start IT, C
The grass on the bank Of the lake
was quite dry, and Lady Helen sug-
gested that We sit down.
This reminds me Of garden In
tell us story"
Very good. my dear" said Lady
Vierle; "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.
Il breathe easier" Mile. d'Essoide re-
marked.
I'VE all do" said I, then suddenly
replaced mine and arose.
Indulge me for moment" | said,
and sauntered over to the path little
distance away, nor answered the chat
fng that was flung after me. had
seen II woman In gypsy dress and n
cavalier In white coming slowly down
the walk. l did not doubt it was Mrs.
Spencer and I.otZen, and intended to
let them know they were recognized.
AS we neared each other | halted
and stared ut them with the most OBJ
vious deliberation. The gypsy made
some remark to her companion, to
which he nodded. Then LotZen gave
me another surprise. He paused In
front OF me and looked ME over from
head 10 foot.
"Monsieur seems Interested he snid.
making no effort 10 disguise his tones.
| made no answer.
And ! ho,e monsieur will pardon
ME If I tell him his manners are afro
cious." he went on
Again no answer.
Though, OF course. no orc could
ever expect monsieur to understand
why" he continued
OF sudden It dawned on my slow
brain that LotZen did not know wheth-
er 1t was Moore or ] that confronted
him, and he wanted to hear my voice
! saw no utility In obliCing him. so I
stood impassive, staring calmly at
them.
LotZen turned to his companion.
Speak to him. mademoiselle." he
said. "Perchance the dulcet tones Of
beauty may move the beast to
speech" lN
II smiled Mt him addressing her as
"mademoiselle."
"Try signs on 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 intended to knock him down.
And was not mistaken. After a mo-
ment he dropped his arm.
The woman laughed. "Your nerve
failed; his didn't" she said dryly.
mot at all, mndemoiselle. I thought
Of better way. Observe"
He slowly drew the long. narrow
bladed sword that went with his cos
tune ard. taking the point In his left
hand. bowed over 1t In mock courtesy.
"Will monsieur have the extreme
kindness to remove his maskT' he
said.
l admit was bit astonlshed.
Surely this was rushing things with a
vengeance-to deliberately raise a sit
uation that meant either fight or a
complete backdown by one Of us,
and rs 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 presumptlve.
Being convinced that II was that
fronted him. he had suddenly seen IN
opportunity to accomplish In open
fight what his hired assassin had bun.
gled. II Is notorious that American
officers know practically nothing OF
the art Of fence? What easier than
to drive me into drawing on him and
then after bit of play to run me
neatly through the hearth What mat
tered It II he were the aggressor? II
would be easy to aver he had not
known me-thnt I had chosen to In