The Mask: A Story of Love and Adventure

"There! What did I tell you? The news is out!" With a muttered exclamation of annoyance, Kenneth Traynor put down his coffee cup with a crash and, leaning over the table, pointe...

In a certain set Helen Traynor was not popular. Some people thought her old fashioned, strait-laced, prudish. They resented her having no taste for their frivolous, decadent amus...

When the valet had disappeared, Kenneth turned to his wife with a chuckle. "Who was right? You made me scold him for nothing." Helen shook her head. "I detest the man. There i...

The dirty, sullen waters of the harbor washed lazily against the black, precipitous sides of the giant liner which, under a full head of steam, vibrated with suppressed energy, str...

Sunday evenings at Mrs. Traynor's were always enjoyable. No formal invitations were issued. Friends just dropped in as they felt inclined. There was good music, excellent tea _à...

An awkward silence followed the president's departure. Helen would have detained him had she dared. Being alone with Keralio was very distasteful to her. Ill at ease in such clo...

Dawn broke over the desert region of the Kalihari. The gray mists of the South African night slowly dissolved on the approach of the rising sun, until the crimson glow of the comi...

Traveling to and from the diamond fields in the days immediately following the first rush was not an unmixed joy. Express wagons drawn by eight horses or mules and running from Ca...

The string orchestra, adroitly concealed behind a bank of graceful exotic plants, struck up a languorous waltz, and the couples, only too eager to respond to the invitation, began ...

Eagerly, breathlessly, Helen tore open the cablegram. It was late Saturday afternoon and she had been with Ray and Mr. Steell to see some paintings--a private view of a remarkable...

The house of mourning had suddenly become transformed into a house of joy. From the deepest abyss of hopeless despair Helen, during the next few days, was raised to the highest pi...

For one blissful, ecstatic moment Helen lay tight in his embrace, nestling against the breast of the one being she loved better than anyone else in the world, responding with invol...

Instead of finding his master resting from his fatigue, as Mrs. Traynor had said, François discovered the new arrival very much awake. He was sitting in front of Helen's bureau, e...

Once more the Traynor residence was filled with the sounds of mirth and revelry. From cellar to attic the old mansion was ablaze with light. The large dining-room, decorated with...

The last guest had gone. One by one the lights in the Traynor residence were extinguished. The servants, tired after an exciting and strenuous day, had gone to their quarters. I...

For a person so fastidious and particular, so fond of the luxurious and the elegant, Signor Keralio had certainly selected a queer neighborhood for his abode. Miles distant from t...

"I'm sure it was Mary," exclaimed Ray positively. "I never did like the girl. She was sullen and vicious and would stop at nothing to get even with us for discharging her." "Per...

"This way," whispered Dick, as he darted swiftly from door to door, "keep close behind me, and stick to the wall, or he'll see you." But François was so utterly fagged after his l...

"There--take a little water--you're much better now!" said the nurse, soothingly. The patient swallowed greedily the cooling drink handed to him, and, tired even by that small eff...

The startling news from Philadelphia that Dorothy had suddenly disappeared and was believed to have been kidnapped, fell upon the Traynor home with the crushing force of a bombshel...