Mount Vernon signal. (Mt. Vernon, Ky.) 18??-current, 1917-03-09

kempt appearance might indicate. And
it's driver seemed possessed Of a sur
prisingly intimate knowledge of subur-
ban side roads, for as the black
limousine drew up on it 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 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 fimsy
body of the automobile and then toss
it and it's human freight high over it's
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 6lcSI do the oldA lieu Ch6AAO
driver threw on his brakes.
did they striker" asked the Laugh
ing Masks chauffeur over his shoulder.
Eyes, they struck! But don't turn
back Keep goingi For there's an
other car from that hotel following US,
and we've still got to get to Golden's
house first"
1t was some twelve minutes lateF
that Margery Golden, as she sat dis
consolately in the quietness OF her
room, found herself confronted by an
unannounced visitor.
Its you'll" she gasped, az 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 persuadins
your father the Laughing Mask is a
criminal, and those five men are deter
! mined to make me prisoner"
But why should they keep saying
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 I 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 I unmask?"
mo, do not insist But il you be-
lieve' in my honesty also want to be
lieve In yours"
Again there was a 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, I 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 doingT she de
: manded.
Washing my face" answered q
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 tc
' help me get away?" he asked.
, The girl stared round-eyed into the
, smiling face above her. She started tc
3 lift her hand, as though In wonder, te
> her brow. But the man In the door
, way imprisoned that hand In his own
. and drew her a little closer to him.
r viii you trust me now% he re
. peated.
j, "Yes," she said, In . voice hushet
e with wonder. as she felt his arms clos-
I about her. Il will always trust yoe'
Q ITO BE CoNTuiuRpO