The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-10-08

the Cavendish case. The thought oil
personal danger never once entered
her mind. Timidity was not part OF
her nature and she gave this phase OF
the matter no thought. But she must
communicate with Westcott. tell him
all that had occurred. She would send
him a note the first thing In the morn
Ing.
Somewhat treasured by this reason
ing, she was still seated there, staring
out into the night, when Enright and
Beaton returned Stella heard the
tread of horses feet, before her eyes
distinguished the party approaching,
| and she drew back cautiously. In the
| glow OF the light she could perceive
| four men In saddle halt In front OF
| the hotel. three Of whom dismounted
and entered the building, the fourth
| grasping the reins of the riderless anil
mails and leading them up the street.
She heard the murmur of voices be-
low and the heavy steps of the men as
| they came slowly up the stairs. Then
u door opened creakingly and she
tuuSHt tic SOuuu VI u NOihuh 'NiNS'
rs that you, NedT
"Sure; what are you doing up at
this hour?"
Never mind that Who have you
got with you"
"Enright and Lacy-why"
II want you all to come in here a
minute; don't make so much noise"
:. voice or two grumbled, but feet
shufIled along the bare floor and the
| door crehked again as Ii was carefully
| closed behind them. Stella opened her
own door a crack and listened; the
hail. lighted only by single oil-lamp
AT the head of the stairs, was desert
| ed and silent. She stole cautiously for
ward, but the voices in Miss La Rue's
room were muflled and indlstinct, not
| an audible word reaching her ears.
| The key was in the lock, shutting out
| all view of the interior. Well. what
was the difference? She knew what
| was occurring within-the stolen tele-
| gram was being displayed. and dis
| cussed. That would not delay them
long and Il would never do for her to
| he discovered in the hall.
| Convinced of the uselessness OF re-
naming, she returned TO her own
room, closing and boiling the door.
This time she removed some of her
| clothing. and lay down on the bed,
conscious of being exceedingly tired,
| yet In no degree sleepy. She rested
/ there, with wide-open eyes, listening
| until tie distant door creaked again,
and she heard the footsteps OF the
\ nren in the hall. They had not re-
NAMED in the chorus girls room long,
! nor was anything said outside to
\ arouse her suspicious. Treasured,
4 Miss Donovan snuggled down into her
| pillow, unable 70 distinguish where the
men went. but satisfied they had
/ sought their rooms. They would at
tempt nothing more that night, and
! She had better gain what rest she
could. II was not easy falling asleep,
IN spite Of the silence. but at last she
dropped or into a doze.
Suddenly Some unusual noise
aroused her. and she sat upright I'M
| able for the moment TO comprehend
what had occurred. Then something
| tingled at tie glass OF her window,
/ sharply distinct. as though a pebble
had been tossed upward. Instantly
she was upon her feet. and had crossed
the room. her head thrust out. The
light In the Office had been extin-
guished. and the night was black, yet
she could make ont dimly the figure OF
4 man close in against the side of the
| house, mere hulHlng shadow. At
the same instant he seemed to move
slightly, and some missile grazed her
face and fen upon the floor. striking
the rug with dull thud. She drew
hack In alarm. yet Immediately
grasped the thought that this must be
some secret message. some communal
cation from Wcstcott.
Drawing down the torn curtain.
she touched match to the lamp and
sought the intruding missile. II had
rolled beneath the bed--a small stone
With bit OF paper securely attached.
The girl tore this open eagerly, her
eyes searching the few lines.
"Must see you tonight. Have
learned things, and am going away.
Go down back stairs, and meet me at
big cottonwood behind hotel; don't
fail. ]. W."
Her breath came fast as she read,
and crunched the paper into the palm
| of her hand. She understood. and felt
no hesitancy. westcott had made dis
coveries so important he must com
municate them ut once and there was
no other way. He dare not come to
her openly mt that hour. Well, she
was not afraid-not of Jim Westcott.
She paused in her hasty dressing. won
dering at herself, dimly aware that
new feeling partly actuated her desire
to meet the man again--a feeling thor
ougbiy alien to the Cavendlsh mys-
terry. She glanced into the cracked
mirror and laughed, half ashamed at
her eagerness, yet utterly unable to
suppress the quickened beat OF her
pulse.
She was ready ALMOST In minute,
and had blown out the lamp, She al
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