The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-10-01

"What do you meanT
Lacy leaned forward. and Kissed bis
answer into Enright's ear.
Put Cavendish where he can't get
at him. There's no other chance. II
Jim Westcott ever finds that fellow
alive our goose is cooked. And we've
got the advantage-we know where
the man u.s."
"And Westcott doesn'tT
Exactly, but he will know. He'll
comb these hills until he finds the
trail-that's Jim Westcott. Come on
back inside, both of you. and I'll tell
you my PLAN"
The door closed behind them. shut
ting out the yellow glow, and leaving
the hillside black and lonely.
Miss Donovan did not go down to
supper. Beaton waited some time In
the Office. his eyes on the stairs. but
she failed to appear, and he lacked
the necessary courage to seek her In
her own room. Then Enright called
him and compelled his attendance.
The absence of the girl was not caused
from any lack of appetite. as she sub
sidized the Chinaman to smuggle her
a supply of food by way of the back
stairs, which she ate with decided
relish, but she had no desire to show
any anxiety regarding meeting with
the newcomers.
Her newspaper experience had given
her some knowledge of human nature
and she felt convinced that her task
Of extracting information would be
greatly simplified II these people
sought her company first. She was
at the window when some one raped
at the door. She arose to her feet,
and took step or two forward, her
heart beating swifter.
'"Come in"
The door opened, and the light from
the windows revealed Miss La Rue.
rather tastefully attired in green silk,
her blond hair fluffed artfully. and
dainty patch of black court-plaster
adjoining one cheek.
Pardon me, please" the voice some
what high-pitched. "but they told me
downstairs you were from New York"
"Yes, that is my home; won't you
come INF"
"Sure will. Why was so lone.
some in this hole simply couldn't
stand 1t any longer. know your
name; it's Stella Donovan--well, mine
is Celeste La Rue"
"a very pretty name; rather I'M
usual. Are you FrenchT
The other laughed. crossing her feet
carelessly. and extracting q cigarette
case from a handbag.
French? Well, guess not. My
dads name was Capley. and an
nexed this other when went on the
stage IT tickles the Johnnies. and
sounds better than Sadie Capley. You
liked it yourself"
1T is better adapted to that pur-
pose-you are an actress thenT
"Well. nobody ever said so. can
dance and sing a bit, and know how
to wear clothes. Tell me, when were
you in New York;
about month ago."
SWELL didn't you see the RevueY
"The last one? Certainly"
''That's where I shone--second girl
on the right in the chorus, and was
in the eccentric dance with Joe
Stearns; some hit-what?"
"Yes. ] remember now; they called
you the Red Fairy-because Of your
ruby ring. What In the world ever
brought you out here?"
Celeste laughed, cloud of smoke
curling gracefully above her blonde
hair.
"Some Joke, isn't it7 Well. It's no
engagement .at the Good Luck dance
hall yonder, you can bet on that. The
fact Is I've quit the business, and am
going to take a flyer In mining?'
"Mining7 That sounds like money
in these days. They tell me there Is
no placer-miniDg any longer. and that
1t requires fortune to develop. I
wouldn't suppose a chorus girl"
"Oh. pshawl" and Miss La Rue
leaned forward, a bright glow on each
cheek. There are more ways of maxi
ing money in New York than drawing
salary. I've caught on to a few
things IN the last five years. It pays
better 10 be Celeste La Rue than 1t
ever did to be Sadie Capley. Do you
get me?'
Miss Donovan nodded. Her acquaint-
ance with New York fast life supplied
all necessary details. and 1t was quite
evident this girl had no sense of
shame. Instead she was rather proud
of the success she had achieved.
II imagine You are right" she adj
mitted pleasantly, $50 you found a
backer7 A mining mani"
mot on your life. None Of your
Wild west for me- AS soon as some
business Is Strengthened out here. it's
back to Broadway"
"who is it9' ventured the other eau (,
tiously. mr.. BeatonT'
Ned Beatonw Miss La Rue's voice
rose to shrek. ~Oh. Lordi I should
say not Why that fellow never had
fifty dollars Of his own at one time In
his life. He's only tn-horn sport"