The Yale expositor., 1916-12-07

kempt appearance might indicate. And
its driver seemed possessed of sur
prisingly intimate knowledge of subur.
ban side roads, fer as the black
| Limousine drew up on 1t the dust-cov-
cred open car suddenly swerved to the
! left. dipped into a narrow valley, and
took the rise to the railway track like
a swallow rounding a cliff head.
Then the man in the yellow mask
stood up in his car, with an involun-
tary gasp of horror on his lips. For
laundering along the curving track
as the dusty touring car rose TO the
crossing came an even swifter-moving
through freight, whistling its frantic
warning as it came.
But that warning was too late. The
pilot Of the locomotive seemed to root
like a boar's snout under the flimsy
body Of the automobile and then toss
it and its human freight high over its
shoulder. There was a momentary
cascade of bodies and metal through
the air, sudden discontinuance of the
whistle blasts, and the grind Of steel
against steel as the startled engine
driver threw on his brakes.
Did they striker" asked the Laugh
ing Masks chauffeur over his shoulder.
Yes, they struck! But don't turn
back. Keep going! For there's an
other car from that hotel following US,
and we've still got to get to Golden's
house first"
IL ,yas emma tu,aIya minutes Iatar
that Margery Golden, as she sat dis
consolately in the quietness of her
room, found herself confronted by an
unannounced visitor.
IT'S you!" she gasped, as she rose
to her feet and found the Laughing
Mask standing a little breathless, just
inside her door.
I'm sorry to startle you" he ex.
planned, but as usual, they didn't give
me any too much time!"
"But what has happened?"
"The same thing over again. There
are five men downstairs persuading
your father the Laughing Mask is a
criminal, and those five men are deter
mined to make me a prisoner"
this?" asked the bewildered girl.
Because they don't understand"
mo, they don't understand" she re-
peated. Then she turned and stared
at the masked face. Nor do 1 alto
gether understand"
But surely you'd trust me enough
to hide me away here until can es-
cape from them?"
How can you ask me to trust you
when you refuse to trust me?"
But / do trust you. always
have!"
Yet not enough to remove that
mask"
"And you insist that unmask?"
mo, do not insist. But IL you be
lieve in my honesty also want to be-
lieve in yours"
Again there was moment of silence. |
you are right" said the man in |
the mask. Then he crossed the room |
to the door of the white-tiled bath.
room, laughing as he went. But since |
my hands are clean, also insist that !
my face shall bel"
The girl stood puzzled as she heard |
the sound of tap being turned and |
the splash of water.
What are you doing" she de
manded
Washing my face" answered a
somewhat altered voice, "and I'm
afraid I'm rather spelling your towel
with my makeup"
The next minute the Laughing Mask,
denuded of his domino, stepped back
into the room.
"Will you trust me enough now TO
help me get away?" he asked.
The girl stared round-eyed into the
smiling face above her. She started to
lift her hand. as though in wonder, to
her brow. But the man in the door
way imprisoned that hand in his own.
and drew her little closer to him.
VIII you trust me now7" he re-
peated.
YES" she said, in a voice hushed
with wonder, as she felt his arms close
about her. Il will always trust you'll"
ITO BID CONTINUED