The Hollis Post-Herald (Hollis, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 49, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 3, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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"Mad" Dun Maitland, on rearhln* Ills
Now York bachelor club, Biet an attrac-
tive young woman at the door. Janitor
O'llRgan assured lilrn no one had bnen
within that day. Elan discovered a wom-
an's tlnger prints In dust on his desk,
•long with a letter from his attorney.
Maitland dined with Hannerman, his at-
torney. Dan set out for Ureenflelds, to
(ut his family Jewels. During his walk
to tho country seat, ho met the young
worn an In gray, whom ho had seen leav-
ing his bachelors' club. Her auto had
broken down. Ha fixed It. f
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
"Don't!" she insisted—as much as
to say that he was fabricating and she
know It! "We must hurry, you know,
because . . . There, I've dropped
my handkerchief! By the tree, there.
Do you mind—?"
"Of course not." He aet off swiftly
toward tho point Indicated, but on
reaching it cast about valaiy for any-
thing fn the nature of a handkerchief.
In the midst of which tuttle quest a
change of tempo in tha motor's Im-
patient drumming surprised him.
Startled, he looked up. Too late;
the girl was fn the seat, the car In
motion—already some yards' from the
point at which he had left it. Dis-
mayed, he strode forward, raising his
voice in perturbed expostulation.
"But—I say—!"
Over the rear of the seat a gray
gauntlet was waved at him, as tanta-
lizing as the mocking laugh that came
to his ears.
He paused, thunderstruck, appalled
by this monstrosity of Ingratitude.
The machine gathered impetus,
drawing swiftly away. Yet in the still
ness the farewell of the gray girl came
to him very clearly.
"dood-by!" with a laugh. "Thank
you and good-by—Handsome Dan!'
CHAPTER III.
"Handsome Dan."
Standing in the middle of the road,
watching the dust cloud that trailed
the fast disappearing motor car, Mr.
Maitland cut a figure sufficiently for
lorn and disconsolate to have distilled
pity from the least sympathetic heart.
His hands were thrust stiffly at full
arm's length into his trousers pockets;
a rumpled silk hat was set awry on
the back of his head; his shirt bosom
was sadly crumpled; above the knees,
to a casual glance, he presented the
appearance of a man carefully attired
in evening dress; below, his legs were
sodden and muddled, his shoes of
patent leather, twin wrecks. Alas for
jauntiness and elegance, alack for ease
< and aplomb!
"Tricked," observed Maitland, cas-
ually, and protruded his lower lip,
thus adding to the length of a counten-
ance naturally long. "Outwitted by a
chit of a girl! Dammit!"
But this was crude melodrama. Real-
izing which, he strove to smile; a sor-
ry failure.
"'Handsome Dan,'" quoted he; and
cocking his head to one side eyed
the road inquiringly. "Where in thun-
der d'you suppose she got hold of that
name?"
Bestowed upou him in callow col-
lege days, it had stuck burr-like for
many a weary year. Of late, however,
its use had lapsed among his acquain-
tances; he had begun to congratulate
himself upon having lived it down.
And now it was resurrected, flung at
him in slncerest mockery by a woman
whom, to his knowledge, he had never
before laid eyes upon. Odious appella-
tion, hateful invention of an ingenious
enemy!
"'Handsome Dan!' She must have
known me all the time—all the time I
was making an exhibition of myself.
. . . 'Wentworth?' I know no one of
that name. Who the dickens can
she be?"
If it had not been contrary to his
code of ethics, he would gladly have
raved, gnashed his teeth, footed the
dance of rage with his shadow. In-
deed. his restraint was admirable, the
circumstances considered. He did
nothing whatever but staud still for a
matter of five minutes, vainly racking
his memory for a clue to the ideutity
of "Miss Went worth."
At length he gave it up in despair
and abstractedly felt for his watch fob.
Which wasn't there. Neither, investl
gation developed, was the watch. At
which crowning stroke of misfortune
—the timepiece must have slipped
from his pocket into the water while
he was tinkering with that infamous
carbureter—Maitland turned eloquent-
ly red in the face.
"The price." he meditated aloud,
with an effort to resume his pose, "is
a high one to pay for a wave of a gray
glove and the echo of a pretty laugh."
With which final fling at Fortune he
set off again for Maitland Manor,
trudging heavily but at a round pare
through the dust that soon settled |
upon the damp cloth of his trousers I
legs and completed their ruination.
But Maitland was beyond being dls-1
turbed by such trifles A wounded J
vanity engaged his solicitude to thej
exclusion of all other interests.
At the end of 45 minutes he had!
coiered the remaining distance be j
tween Greenfield station and Maitland
Manor. For five minutes irore he|
strode wearily over the side path by
tbe box hedge which set aside his ances
JUai acres from the public high war. At
length, with an exclamation, he pa'used
at the first opening in the living bar-
rier; a wide entrance from which a
blue-stone carriage drive wound away
to the house, invisible in the waning
light, situato in the shelter of the
grove of trees that studded the lawn.
"Gasoline! Brrr!" said Maitland,
shuddering and shivering with the
combination of a nauseous odor and
the night's coolness—the latter by how
making itself as unpleasantly promi-
nent as the former.
Though he hated the smell with all
his heart, manfully inconsistent he
raised his head, sniffing the air for
further evidence; and got his reward
In a sickening gust.
"Tank leaked," he commented with
brevity. "Quart of the stuff must have
trickled out right here. Ugh! If it
goes on at this rate, there'll be another
breakdown before she gets home."
And, "Serve her right, too!" he
growled, vindictive.
But for all his indignation he ac-
knowledged a sneaking wish that he
might be at hand again, in such event,
a second time to give gratuitous serv-
ice to his gray lady.
Analyzing this frame of mind (not
without surprise and some disdain of
These opened from ceiling to floor
and should by right have presented to
his vision a blank expanse of dark
glass. But, oddly enough, even while
thinking of his lawyer's warning, he
had fancied. . . . "Ah!" Baid
Maitland, softly.
A disk of white light, perhaps a foot
or 18 inches in diameter, had flitted
swiftly across the glass and vanished.
"Ah, ah! The devil, the devil!"
murmured the young man, uncon-
sciously.
The light appeared again, dancing
athwart tho inner wall of the room,
and was lost as abruptly as before. On
impulse Maitland buttoned hia top-
coat across his chest, turning up the
collar to hide his linen, darted stealthily
a yard or two to one side, and with
one noiseless bound reached the floor
of the veranda. A breath later he
stood by the front door, where, at
first glance, he discovered the means
of entrance used by the midnight ma-
rauder; the doors stood ajar, a black
interval showing between them.
So that, then, w$s the way! Cau-
tiously Maitland put a hand upon the
knob and pushed.
A sharp, penetrating dhueak brought
him to an abrupt standstill, heart ham-
mering shamefully again. Gathering
himself to spring, if need be, he crept
back toward the library windows, and
reconnoitering cautiously determined
the fact that the bolts had just been
withdrawn on the inside of one win-
dow frame, which was swinging wide.
"It's a wise crook that provides his
own quick exit," considered Maitland.
The sagacious one was not, appar-
ently, leaving at that moment. On the
contrary, having made all things ready
for a hurried flight upon the first
alarm, the Intruder turned back, as
was clearly indicated.by the motion of
the light within. The clink of steel
touching steel became audible; and
Maitland nodded. Bannerman was in-
At That Very Moment the Safe Was Being Attacked.
him who weakly entertained It) be
crossed the drive and struck in over
the lawn, shaping his course direct for
the front entrance of the house.
By dead reckoning the hour was
two, or something later; and a chill
was stealing in upon the land, wafted
gently southward from Long Island
sound. All tho world beside himself
seemed to slumber, breathless, in-
sensate. Wraith-like, gray shreds of
mist drifted between the serried boles
of trees, or, rising, veiled the moon's
wan and pallid face, that now was low
upon the horizon. In silent rivalry
long and velvet-black shadows skulked
across the ample breadths of dew-
drcnched grass. Somewhere a bird
stirred on its unseen perch, chirping
sleepily; and in the rapt silence the
inconsiderable Interruption broke with
startling stress.
In time—not long—the house lifted
into view; a squat, rambling block of
home-grown architecture with little to
recommend it sate its keen associa-
tions and its comfort. At the edge of
the woods the lord and master paused
indefinitely, with little purpose, sur-
veying idly the pale, columned facade,
auQ wondering whether or not his en-
trance at that ungodly hour would
rouse the staff of house servants. If I
it did not—he contemplated with mild
amusement the prospect of their sur-1
prt«e when, morning come, they should J
End the owner in occupation.
"Bannerman wa right,'* he con-
ceded ; "any—"
The syllables died upon his Hps; his !
gaze became fixed; nis heart thumped
wildly for an instant, then rested still;
and instinctively he held his breath,
t'.p-toeing to the edge of the veranda
•he better to command a view of the
library windows. i
deed justified; at that very moment
the safe was being attacked.
Maitland returned noiselessly to the
door. His mouth had settled into a
hard, unyielding, thin line; and a dan-
gerous light flickered in his eyes.
Temporarily the idler had stepped
aside, giving place to the real man
that was Maitland—the man ready to
fight for his own. naked hands against
firearms, if it need be. True, he had
but to step into the gunroom to find
weapons in plenty; but these must be
then loaded to be of service, and
precious moments wasted in the pro-
cess—moments in which the burglar
might gain access to and make off
with his booty.
Maitland had no notion whatever of
permitting anything of the sort to
occur. He counted upon taking his
enemy unawares, difficult as he be-
lieved such a feat would be. in the
case of a professional cracksman.
Down the hallway he groped his way
to the library door, his fingers at
length encountering its panels; it was
closed, doubtless secured upon the in-
side; the slightest movement of the
handle was calculated to alarm the
housebreaker. Maitland paused, delib-
erating another aad better plan, hav-
ing in mind a short passageway con-
necting library and smoking room. In
the library itself a heavy tapestry cur-
tained its opening, while an equally
heavy portiere took the place of a door
at the other end. In the natural order
of things a burglar would overlook
this.
Inch by inch the young man edged
into the smoking room, the door to
which providentially stood unclosed.
Once within, it was but a moment's
work to feel his way to the velvet
folds and draw them aside, fortunately
without rattling the brass itags from!
which the curtain depended. And then
Maitland was la the passage, acutely
on the alert, recognizing from the con-
tinued click of metal that his antagon-
ist-to-be was still at his difficult task.
Inch by inch—there was the tapestry!
Very gently the householder pushed it
aside.
An tnsidlous aroma of scorching var-
nish (the dark lantern) penetrated the
passage while he stood on Us thresh-
old, feeling for the electric light
switch. Unhappily he missed this at
the first cast, and—heard from within
a quick, deep hiss of breath. Some-
thing had put the burglar on guard.
Another Instant wasted, and it
would be too late. The young man
had to chance it. And he did, without
further hesitation stepping boldly into
the danger zone, at the same time
making one final, desperate paBs at the
spot where the switch should have
been—and missing it. On the Instant
there came a click of a different cali-
ber from those that had preceded it.
A revolver had been cocked, some-
where there in the blank darkness.
Maitland knew enough not to move.
In another respect the warning came
too late; his fingers had Tound the
switch at last, and automatically had
turned it.
The glare was blinding, momentari-
ly; but the flash and report for which
Maitland waited did not come. When
his eyes had adjusted themselves to
the suddenly altered conditions, he
saw, directly before him and some six
feet distant, a woman's slight figure,
dark cloaked, resolute upon its two
feet, head framed in veiling, features
effectually disguised In a motor mask
whose round, staring goggles shone
blankly in th§ warm white light.
On her part, she seemed to recog-
nize him instantaneously. On his. . .
. It may as well be admitted that
Maitland's wits were gone wool-gath-
ering, temporarily at least; a state of
mind not unpardonable when it is
taken into consideration that hb was
called upon to grapple with anA simul-
taneous^ to assimilate three momen-
tous facts'. For the first time In his life
he found himself nose to nose with a
revolver, and that one of able-bodied
and respect-compelling proportions.
For the first time in his life, again, he
Was under necessity of dealing with a
housebreaker. But most stupefying
of all he found the fact that this house-
breaker, this armed midnight maraud-
er, was a woman! And so it was not
altogether fearlessness that made him
to all intents and purposes ignore the
weapon; it is nothing to his credit for
courage if his eyes struck past the
black and deadly mouth of the revolver
and looked only into the blank and ex-
pressionless eyes of the wind mask; it
was not lack of respect for his skin's
integrity, but the sheer, tremendous
wonder of it all, that rendered him
oblivious to the eternity that lay the
other side of a slender, trembling fin-
ger tip.
And so he stared, agape, until pres-
ently the weapon wavered and was
lowered and the. woman's voice,
touched with irony, brought him to his
senses.
"Oh," she remarked, coolly, "it's
only you."
Thunderstruck, he was able no more
than to parrot the wonoun: "You—
you!"
"Were you expecting to meet any
one else, here, to-night?" she inquired
in suavest mockery.
He lefted his shoulders helplessly,
and tried to school his tongue to co-
herence. "I confess. . . . Well,
certainly I didn't count on finding you
here, Miss Wentworth. And the black
cloak, you know—"
"Reversible, of course; gray inside,
as you see—Handsome Dan!" The
girl laughed quietly, drawing aside an
edge of the garment to reveal its in-
ner face of silken gray and the fluted
ruffles of the gray skirt underneath.
He nodded appreciation of the de-
vice, his mind now busy with specula-
tions as to what he should do with the
girl, now that he had caught her. At
the same time he was vaguely vexed
by her persistent repetition of the ob-
solescent nickname.
"Handsome Dan." he iterated all but
mechanically. "Why do you call me
that, please? Have we met before? I
could swear, never before this night!"
"But you are altogether too modest,"
she laughed. "Not that it's a-bad trait
in the character of a professional.
. . . But really! it seems a bit in-
credible that any one so widely ad-
vertised as Handsome Dan Anlsty
should feel surpise at being recog-
nized. Why, your portrait and biog-
raphy have commanded space in every
yellow journal In America recently!"
And, dropping the revolver into a
pocket in her cloak, "I was afraid you
might be a servant—or even Mait-
land," she diverted the subject, with
a nod.
"But—but if you recognized me as
Anisty, back there by the ford, didn't
you suspect I'd drop in on you—"
"Why. of course! Didn't you all but
tell me that you were coming here?"
"But—"
"I thought perhaps I might get
through before you came. Mr. Anisty;
but I knew all the time that, even if
you did manage to surprise me—er—
on the job. you wouldn't call the po-
lice." She laughed confidently, and
—oddly enough—at the same time
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