The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-01-30

&C first. beiieved ne was Watching
some apartment above. But regularly
when l turn out the lights he comes
forth. So there's NO doubt that he
watches you enter and takes note Of
your departure"
But doesn't follow me. That's odd.
What the devil II his idea!"
I'D give . good deal to learn"
The shadow and the glowing cigar
cite disappeared around the corner.
and the lights In the apartment were
turned on again.
Hes gone. You really think he's
watching mef"
HE 10 watching this apartment. l
know that much"
And even At that moment the watch
or was watching from his vantage be-
hind tho corner.
"Suspicious!" he murmured. tossing
the cigarette into the gutter. They're
watching me for q change. I'll drop
out. know what know. It's great
world. It's fine to be- alive and kicking
on top OF It." He went on without
haste and took the subway train for
downtown.
rs there any way could get near
him?" asked Braine.
Tomorrow night you might leave
by the 1anitor's entrance. I'll keep
the lights on till you're outside. Then
I'll turn them on and you can follow
and learn who he is.''
ITS mighty important"
Don't scowl At your age q wrinkle
n apt to remain II you once get 1t
started"
He laughed. 'Wrinkles!" She could
talk of wrinkles!
They are more important than you
think. Every morning rub out the
wrinkle 60 to bed with"
Il wish you could rub out the gen.
eral stupidity which is wrinkling my
brain. I've made three moves and
failed In each. What's come over
me?"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesses. The wheel of chance IL al
ways turning around"
May smoke?"
Thanks. At least 1t proves you still
have some consideration for me. You
would smoke whether 1t was agreeable
or not But like the odor of good
cigar. And 1t always helps you to
think"
Braine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused.
Suppose We have q real old-fash-
Toned coaching party out to the old
mansion we know about?"
And what shall we do there?"
Make the mansion an enchanted
castle where sometimes people who
enter can't get out. Do you think you
could get her to got"
Il can try"
Olga, must have that girl; and
must have her soon. Sometimes find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. II Hargreave Is alive,
why doesn't he turn up now that it's
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? I might
understand It II I didn't know that
Hargreave is really afraid Of nothing
Where Is the man with the five thou
sand. picked up at sea? What was
the reason for Jones carrying that box
out in broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
Sometimes believe in my soul-if
have one!-that Hargreave is playing
with US. playing! Well" Ringing the
half consumed cigar into the CRATE.
'the Black Hundred always goes for
ward. win or lose, and never forgets."
I'VE arc fine pair!" said the wo-
man bitterly.
I'VE are exactly what fate intended
us to be. They wrote you down in the
book az beautiful body with a
crooked mind. They wrote me down
40 the devil. doomed to roam earth's
top till I'm killed"
killed."
why. yes. Pm not the kind Of
chap who dies in bed. surrounded by
the weeping members OF the family.
doctor. nurse, and priest. I'm a
scoundrel; but 1t has this saving
grace. i enjoy being scoundrel. Now.
I'm going up to the club. There's
nothing like q game of billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper ONCE there
was . mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium in the
city room Of metropolitan daily.
Copy boys were rushing to and fro,
messengers and printers with sticky
galleys In their hands; reporters were
banging away at their typewriters,
and intermingling you could hear the
ceaseless clickety.click from the tele-
graph room.
The managing editor came out OF
his once and approached the desk Of
the night city editor.
Editorial page Como DOWN."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
T wanted . stick on that Panama
rumpus."
"Too late"
awh.re,s Tim Morton? -