The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-02-20
CHAPTER ix-contlnued.

CHAPTER ix-Contlnued.
Hello! Where's Ford? He gave
me ticket to the theater tonight, and
] want to punch his head. What's
drama coming to. anyhow? Cigarettes
and booze and mismated couples.
Can't they find good enough things
out of doors? Oh, know. They cater
TO lot of fools who believe that what
they see Is an expression OF high life
In New York and London. And It's
rot, plain rot. It's merely the scum
on the boiling pot. And any old house
wife would skim 1t OF and chuck It
Into the slops. Life? Pifie!"
What's the grouch?"
Looking for the dramatic jobf"
mo. I've Just been wondering how
Rar these theatrical managers can 60
without Sitting the golden goose"
Norton sought his desk and began
rummaging the drawers. He was not
hunting for anything: he was merely
passing, away the time. BY and by,
when the pastime mo- longer served.
he pulled his chair over to the window
and sat down, staring at stars such
rs Copernicus never dreamed OF. Ships
going down to sea. ferries swooping
diagonally hither and thither. the
clockwork signs; but he took no note
Of these marvels of light.
mot at home!" he muttered.
He had called. written, telephoned.
No use. The door remained shut,
Jones answered the telephone. and the
letters came back. He began to think
very deeply concerning the Perigofi
woman. Had she played trick7 Had
that fainting spell been buncombe for
his benefit as well as F1orence'sf But
he had not shadow of proof. The
thing that puzzled him equally with
this was that all attempts against his
life had miraculously ceased: no safes
Numbered down In front of him. and
no autos tried to carve him IN two.
The only thing that kept him active
was the daily call of Jones by wire.
Miss Florence was well that was all
Jones was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair
and walked over to the telephone
booth. 1t was midnight. He might or
might not be able to get Jones. But
almost instantly q voice said, What
% TT"
"Jonesf
Yes. Who IL it!~
Morton"
why. you called me up not ten
minutes ago."
mot II"
1T was your voice, as plain AZ day"
what did I want?" keen all at once.
The reply did not come Immediately.
You are certain 1t was not your"
wait q moment and I'll call the
editor. He will prove to you that I've
been here for an hour. and that this
ID the first call I've made. Some one
has been imposing on you. What did
they ask you to do?"
You asked me to come down to the
ONCE at once, and requested you
20 come to the house. and you said you
could not 1 declined to STIR"
what did you thinki"
Exactly what you're thinking-that
they have come to life again"
Jones, II Miss Florence awakef"
mo-"
do you think there ID any hope Of
having her understand what really
happenedr'
Il am here only 10 guard her. cam
nos undertake to read her thoughts"
You're not quite in favor Of REQ
Dnciliationf~
.oh. re-. n II went no further.
Hsang people are young people the
world over"
what does that msani"
That thsy would not create imagi-
nst1vo heartaehss if they wero not
vpuns. Better let things remain a.
nGe1y - they are. When IN theoo
noobIos aro eo1tled finally. the Lesser
noublo nay - TALKED over sensibIy.
Due thiS d not ~ time. There q no
nowo. 0ood-nlehe"
Merton rsturae1 - his chair. gloom