The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-03-13

ment. I'm going 70 bid svery one
goodnight. tnen I'm going to investt-
gate. When ! leave you all quietly
send men to all exits to the building.
I want the man who sneexed. and I
want him badly"
Olga departed with Braine. only she
Immediately sought the taxi that
brought her and was driven home. IL
was always understood that when any
serious exploit was under way here
abouts she was to make her depart
ure 1t once.
vroon stationed his men at the sew
eral exits and Braine went upstairs-
The man who had sneezed, however,
had vanished az completely as n he
had worn that invisible cloak one
reads about In the Persian tales. AZ
a matter OF fact, after the second
sneeze he had gone up to the roof.
got out by the trap. and jumped
rather risky business, toto the next
roof and had clambered down the fire
escape of the second building. He
was swearing inaudibly. After all
these days of care and planning. after
all his cleverness in locating the rem
jdezvous of the Black Hundred. and
now to lose his advantage because
Of an uncomfortable sneeze! He would
never dare go back. and just when he
was beginning to pick up fine bits OF
information! So Florence Hargreave
was going to have a new father in a
day or SO? There were some clever
r6gues among this band of theirs; but
their cleverness was we'll Offset by an
equal number Of fools.
Yes. there were some clever rogues,
and to prove this assertion Braine
secured taxicab and drove furiously
away, his destination the home OF his
ancient enemy. He dropped the cab
q block or two away and presently
slowed himself away In the summer
house at the left OF the lawn. II would
have been capital idea--that is, II
the other man had not thought OF and
anticipated this very thing. So he
used a public pay station telephone;
and Braine waited In vain. waited
till the lights in the Hargreave house
went out one by one and 1t became
wrapped in darkness within and moon
shine without.
Braine was philosopher. He re-
turned to his waiting taxicab. drove
home. paid the bill, smiling grimly.
and went to bed. It was going to be
wonderful game OF blind mans bun.
and It was going to be sport to watch
this fool Paroff blunder into pit.
The next afternoon Florence and
Norton sat In the summer house talk
ing of the future. Lovers are prone
to talk of that. AS II anything else
in the world ever equals the present!
They talked Of nice little apartments
and vacations in the summer and how
much they would save out Of his
salary. and a thousand and one other
things which would not interest you
at all II / recounted them in detail.
But they did love each other, and they
were going to be married; you may be
certain Of that. They did not care
snap Of the finger what Jones
thought. They were going to be mar
ried, and that was all there was to II.
or course. Florence couldn't touch q
penny OF her fathers money. II he.
Norton, couldn't take care Of her with
out help, why. he wouldn't be worth
the powder to blow him up with.
But. my dear. you must be very
careful" he said. Jones and / will
always be about somewhere. II they
really get hold Of you once. God alone
knows what will happen. It is not
you, II is your poor father they want
to bring out into the open. II they
knew where he was they would not
bother you in the least"
Have really a father? Sometimes
doubt. Why couldn't he steal into
the house and see me. just once?"
Perhaps he dares not. This house
is always watched. night and day.
though you'll look in vain to discover
any one. Your father knows best what
he is doing. my dear girl You see.