The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-09-16
SEVENTEENTH EPISODE
The Vanishing Faker

The staid Wilson, who In his many
years of faithful service as butler In
the Golden household had seen many
strange and unusual happenings, was
at that moment decidedly perpleXed.
Unless his beloved young mistress had
been suddenly bereft Of her senses why
was she indulging in such queer ana
childish antics out there in the rose
garden.
AS Wilson turned from the window
sadly shaking his old head the object
Of his solictous anxiety turned to her
red-faced companion.
IT think understand the code fairly
well now" she said with quiet salts
faction, "and you certainly have been
a very efficient teacher"
Don't mention 1t, Miss Golden" an
swered ner. flattered companion.
The man speaking in this ocular
vein was the redoubtable Captain
Bracket Of headquarters. who had
taken upon himself, to the exclusion
of all other duties, the self-assigned
task Of rounding up that hooking and
elusive parsonage known as the
Laughing Mask.
A thick-set detective now came brisk
" down the grass-bordered path and
respectfully saluted his chief. After
a low-toned conference with this man,
Captain Bracket excused himself and
hurried away. Left alone, Margery
sat down on rustic bench close by a
towering bush Of fragrant lilacs, her
hands toying idly with the mirror as
she gave herself up TO her not alto.
gether pleasing thoughts. For these
thoughts, In large measure, concerned
her fathers secretary, David Manley,
ard of late she had been greatly disap-
pointed in that young man.
The silver-backed mirror slipped
from the fingers Of the abstracted
girl and dropped with little clatter
on the graveled walk at her feet
Reused from her reverie she stopped
to pick it up, and as she did so a
curious thing happened. Reflected In
that circular hand-glass was the
image of q man, peering out through
an opening in the lilac bush. Covering
his face was the familiar yellow mask
with the laughing mouth-slit. Mere
determined than ever to ascertain the
Identity of her mysterious protector
Niargcry quickly lodged around the
lilac bush, hoping by this flank move
ment to take the intruder by surprise
But Margery, herself, was the one sur
prised, for no trace Of that masked and
evasive figure rewarded her thorough
search.
To her further bewilderment she
suddenly saw David Manley, dressed
in his motorcycle toys, standing or
the other side of the strangely pro
ducuve bush.
"what are you doing here?" she IN
auired icily. "You seem to have &C
Quired rather impolite habit Of
startling people by springing out Of
the ground quite unexpectedly"
As David Redeemed under the stint
of this cutting remark he realized
TINT Margory's faith in him was de
cidedly shaken.
"I-rm awfully sorry annoyed you
Margery," he stammered apologetical
ly, but Aunty Kicks over at the oil
homestead tclcphoned could have on,
of the litter Of collie pups-they'r'
prize-winning stock, you know. Befor'
pick one out thought I'd ask you 1
you had any particular preference TO
markings"
Margery promptly and ungratefull!
rejected this proposed peace offering.
nut DESPITE her cool treatment o
Davy, Margery sent look Of tende
concern after his detected figure hur