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A Romance of Dartmoor.
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The great 'prison at Moorlands
wakes early, and the chill, autnnen seri
was barely above the rim of the tall
tors to the eastwards, when Warder
Holt, eorair out of the steel gate at
the entrance of B Hall, met. his friend,
,Assistant -Warder Pridham.
-"Morning, Holt!" ,said the latter,
with ane le."You're looking un ;oui-
mon chtit:xf'ui.t Anyone left you a far-
tune?"
"Better than that, Pridham" re-
plied Holt, beaming. "Jessie and I set-
tled it last night.'
"I'm glad to hear it, Martin!" said
Pr .barn, heartily. "Jessie Drake a is
the sert to make any man a good wife,
and she'll get a first-elass husband too
But, I say, what about Crump? I
thought he as in the runnings!"
';I'm afraid he was," answered Holt
"But Je.,e took me, en that's ail there
is about it,"
"1 hciae ,it is," said Pridham doubt-
fuIly. "All the same, Crump's not the
sort to take it lying down,"
Holt shrugged his shoulders,
"Oh, he 'Won't be ass enough to bear
maliee. But I can't stop here yarn-
ing. I've got a new party this morn-,
ing, They've given'
ane No. 141."
"I' wish you joy:," said Pridham}
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Yea 4 e got that beauty Fagan in it.
"Sixteen" was a- farm party, Their
jc.h ti °as ditching a piece of reclaimed
niooriand, and the ground was fell of
rugged blacks of granite, which had
to be dug oat one by one..
Most of the rocks were too heavy to
be Iifted by one man, and often threw
car four were needed to tackle a big
lump,
Holt was bury showing two men
how to get a stone out of one of the
troches, when a sharp cry made lain
turn quickly. Jupp, a miserable little
rat of a man, was rolling on the
ground hugging his foot, his face
twisted with pain.
"Fagan let the stone fall •on my foot
on purpos.e!" moaned Jupp.
"He lies!" growled Fagan, towering,
black and forbidding, above the injur-
ed man.
Bowen, Martin's assistant -warder,
came striding up.
"Jupp is quite right. I saw it my-
self."
Holt turned on Fagan.
"I'll have none of this in my party,"
he said. "I shall report you."
Holt was as good as h,is word, and
Fagan got two days' cells, with "A"
diet, and lost a number of marks. He
looked as.dangerous as a caged gorilla
when he came back to work, but Holt,
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%Next instant Martin had snatched, j Martin's heart sank to his boots. His
the bottle from the great, brown, t throat went dry. Was he going to be
brawny hands, and shattered it on ai degraded.? If so, good-bye to all las
rack, i hopes,
But the mere taste of the stun had I`Weil, what. have you to say ?"
already done its deadly work; and asked the eoionel harehly,
transformed Fagan into a raging wild Martin slid not answer.
beast. With a howl of fury he lot out Before Co' . el Peyton could speak
with all his might. H,is grtett fist
smashed into ttlartin's face, and as the' again "orrie in!"there as a si idktl e governor,e oox.
latter• • went down the. huge cony iet Pridham entero ?, • and with hint
Jupp, Pagan's miserable victim.
square a time a cease T_u man has , car munication to:
with cath. holding Martin- by the make, sir,,, seal Pri 1 nfl , • axle says An extremely simple spring clip • confident; the lazy, active; or the nn..
threat with one hcuad, with the other he knows who left' the flask iii tlie, has been p�ite;s!ed to' be slipped under petuous, prudent and peaceful,"
1 e 'snatched up a great; jagged chunk ,, ► pp. • t a door to 'hold it open. ' Thackeray,
field The colGne stared at Ju
of sh:'a p -edged r saute• • "Who was it ?" he asked, more mild -1
The whole thing had heppeeeel so lti, _...._ _
to ,ckiy that (Mir. Bowan was near p
encu �^h to interfere Losing his 'bead
.n the excitement, he dre»ped his rifle,
and, seirtme Pagan by the arm, tried
tri pull him oft. Pie had not reckoned
upon the maddened convict's enormous
•strei nth,
I' arae dropped the. stone, swung
round, still on his knees, caught Bowen
, nonan the waist, 'and. hurled hire to the
' gr:'und with such frightful force that
he lay there as still as poor Martin
himself,
• Another instant anti Martin's braii�is
must have been dashed out, when a
yellow -clad figure shot from the ranks
of the staring convicts, and flung hinat
self, barehanded, upon the maddened
giant. So fierce was the force of his
rush that Fagan last his b.alanca and
went over sideways, Russel Holt --for,
- • it was he—on top of him.
For t sezond or two there was a wild
being no fool, kept wateh on the and frantic struggle; then cense. a snap
fellow, and for a time all went well. like a dry twig breakinf, and Pagan,
Then came a thunderbolt. Returning with a snarl of fury, had rolled the
to his quarters one evening, Martin plucky convict, now almost uneon-:
Holt found a letter from his mother, ec ous, on his back, with a broken:
who lived at Coombe Stanton, in North collar -bone.
Devon. Never dreaininir• for en in Once, twice the gnarled fist descend -f
stant of the terrible news it contained, ed upon the unlucky Russell's face,'
be opened it eagerly. . The shaky, tear- mashing it out of all semblance of
str.°ued writing was thenal t illegible, hamanitt. Then the firet of the guards
and it was only by degrees that he readied hien, the butt of a rifle thud-:
gathered that his brother Russell was ded on the brute's head, and. Fagan
ir. goal on the charge of killing a keeled over and lay like a log,
gamekeeper in a midnight affray, Colonel Peyton's face was grimmer,
The blow was heavy enough in all than usual as he took dawn the details
conscience, but there was worse to • with Well Martin furnished him.
fellow, Russell was committed to the Presently he looked up.
Sessions, tried, and sentenced to five This whisky. :Who left the flask out!
years' penal servitude. in the open field? Have you any idea ?"#
Martin told no one, not even Jessie.1 "None whatever, sir."
Nor did the papers tell her anything, "How came it that you did not see'
far poor Rns.ell, "in order to save his it?2,
family from disgrace-, had ehosen to "It was under a rock, sir."
be t. etl as.d sentenced under the name
of Prete.
Fate had not yet„ done its worst to
Martin Holt, for Russell was sent to
Moorlands, and, by a refinement of
unconscious eruelty, drafted in Party
itL
The poor fellow was utterly loyal.
Not by a weed or sign did he betray
his relationship. Martin would have
given worlds to apply for an exchange,
but to do so would mean leaving Jes-
sie, and that he simply could not do.
Remit. was married, and, of course,
las wife was left without support.
Martin did his best for her, but this
stopped his saving to furnish the
house which he and Jessie were hoping
for,
pounced upon him,
"I'll it this!"" h hissed, ,.
A priest at a wedding in old Baby-
lonia used to take a thread from the
garment of the bride and another from
• that of the bri:i groom. These he tied
together into a l not, and presented
to the bride as a symbol •o'f the binding'
1 nature of the anion between her and
her husband. hence . the expres;;ionesseasaaaaseee,
"tying the knot.' �ls�
=nerd's. rlati2Yt8At Cures nlurtxlscria "Under the magnetism of friendship
{ ` the modest span becomes bold; the shy,
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t It air Crum , sir—Warder , .mom m. e..... ... �
tea s r, • Cr ,inp. We the truth I'm a -telling,
sir," went on the little lag earnestly.
"You see.1 ain't in Party 16 no longer,
I helas with eowe, I were a -taking
'em out after milking. just alter sun-
rise, when I seal LTi•. C.'•rump a -cross
ing that there nes*strike, and I watched
him a -laying somethang down under
that ver;; stone. The light was on it,
and 1 seed it glitter,"
The colonel questioned Jupp iceeniv,
but the little man stuck to his story.
"Send far Crump," ordered the colte
onel 'There was a Io'ig delay. Then
the messenger returned,
"We can't And hies, sir. They say
he took the fast train to Plymouth."
Crump had somehow got wind that
his plot had been blown upon, and had ..
bolted,
Prison governors sometimes know
more of what is going on than warders
suspect, and the colonel bad prcbalily
Beard semetb ng of the rivalry be-
tween Cramp and Martin.
At any. rate he saki not another
word about punishing Martin.
What he did say was that "Drew'.
had believed with great gallantry, and
that he meant to lay the fats before
the home Secretary.
Martin Wont a way much cheered,
and resolved to let Russell know as
soon as his brother had recovered con-
seiousnese.
Ten days later word flew round the
prison that an order had come from
the Home Office that in consideration
of his gallrntry the rest of Draw's
sentence was remitted, and that as
soon as his hair was grown aga,'n he
would be released. illarsan was the
first to wire the geed news to his
another.'
A month lake Martin nirrrled Jes-
sie Drake.
"Sou are supposed to have eyes for ;
everything of the sort," Colonel Pey-
ton's anger made him even more
severe than usual, "How can I trust
an officer who fails to see a flask of
spirit left right among his men?"
(The End,)
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One night Martin, earning back; An Isigltt-Ilour Day for Babies.
from a call on Jessie, met Pridham,
and the two fell into step. ,w An eight-hour day for babies. Wl.y
"i'lcen are you going to he mar- not? Everybody else has 'em. This
Tied?" asked Pridhanc• l is an age of uplift and organization.
kl"We haven't settled yet," answered i There are societies of every sort for
"Well, don't be too long about it, preventions, benefits and rights; laws
artinadvised Pridham. "That beggar Crump governing the time and conditions
has been saying that you're only play -under which men and women may i
ire.; with the girl." work; laws insisting upon a proper
"I'll break his neck if I hear him!" treatment of bow wows, horses, don -
exclaimed Martin, with sudden anger. keys, pigs, and even lobsters. Corns
"He'd be the better for a good ham- placently the old world rubs its hands
meting," admitted Pridham, turning and inquires, "Everybody happy?"
away towards his zottage, which was ,
outside the prison. "But be careful, Decidedly not! What about that
Holt! Don't do anything foolish," unclassified morsel of humanity, neith-
In spite of Pridham's good advice, er man, woman, minor nor animal?
Martin was boiling as he strode to- What about the baby? This is, I re-
peat, an age of uplift, but the only
uplift he gets is a playful toss in the
air. What of his rights, benefits and
preventions? • Ile has about as many
at the present time as a Chinese gold-
fish=the right to live, be fed and
Both pulled up short. to be displayed to the greatest ad -
"I hear you've been blackguarding vantage.
me behind my back," said Martin hot- He has raised his voice in his own
ly. « Crump smiled unpleasantly. behalf many times, but the trouble is
Your conscience must be troubling p
he speaks a foreign language various
you if you believe everything you
hear!" he sneered, ly interpreted and but indifferently
Martin became cool—dangerously understood. If he cries, according to
cool. parent parlance, he is either hungry,
"Never mind my conscience. If uncomfortable or in a temper, more
you've anything to say about me; say supposedly the latter.
wards the bachelor quarters, which
were in a block by themselves, close to
the prison gate.
As he entered he niet a man corning.
out, a tali, dark man with a sallow
face, thin lips, and dark, deep-set eyes.
It was Oliver Crump.
it to my face; that is, if you're not It is no use. He has raised his voit,e
afraid to."_—now I raise mine. An eight-hour
Crump lost his temper."Afraid of you! I'd hammer you into dayfor babies, shorter hours, longer
a cocked hat as soon as look at you." naps; away with social duties . and
'ASuppose you try," suggested Mar- visitings.
tin softly. Gaze upon him. There he lies,•
Crump's answer Was a heavy blow crumpled down in an exhausted heap
aimed at Martin's jaw. Martin swung upon 'a hard and corset -proof lap, or
his head aside, and as Crump lurched daaghng in head -rolling impotence
forward, hit him under the ear. Caught
off his balance, Crump crashed against over a rough -coated shoulder with a
the wall, then falling heavily to the riouthful of fur for a pacifier, a spec
floor, lay still. tacle of speechless infelicity.
Martin waited a moment. There was I have often caught these little tray -
no one about. With a great effort he elers regarding me with an expression.
picked up his enemy, 'swung his body of morose resentment. Peering out of
over Inc shoulder, carried him into their lace bonnets, always askew, the
Crump s quarters, and dropped him on
the bed.
Next moment Crump's eyes opened,
and never had Martin seen anything
like the malevolent glare in them.
"You swine!" he said hoarsely. "Pll
be even with you if it takes me a year.
Get out of ray room!"
Martin `shrugged his shoulders.
"If that's the way you take it—" he
said, and went out.
One fine, cold morning Party 16 was
busy, as usual, at the• ditching,' when.
Martin noticed Fagan edging out of
his place, and at once ordered hart
back. Fagan sulkily obeyed, and Mar-
tin passed on to the end of the line.
Suddenly . he heard ;. his a`s2sistant-
warden, Bowen, cry out Fagan's num-
ber in sharp tones: Wheeling round, the
saw that the giant had rushed forward
right out of the line, and snatched up
accusation in their eyes is unmistak-
able.
"Give us our right," they signal
gloomily. "Down with train rides,
sleiigh rides, shopping, movies and
visits. An eight-hour day." Uneasily
I avert arty eyes and reflect anew upon
"man's inhumanity to --babies."
Added to the late -hour habit is the
exhibition evil, largely the outgrdwth
of parental pride. At all hours of
the day and night the baby is rudely,
awakened and brought out like a new
Lat or bonnet for insiiect'or., made to
laugh and look at pretty pretties and
be jostled up and. down: • •
'Just what is a baby,' anyway? A!
side .show or an ornament? Fra lily,
it' is hard to tell From the ins eacr:
I may as well t tggest another uplift,
namely, the elimination of marketing'
from the baby coach. In many coaches
the visibility of the baby is nil. The
coach itself might be an Italian push-
cart and the mother a. vegetable vend-
or, for all the passerby may know.
Moreover,,it is a sacred invasion upon
infant right. Ignominously the poor
baby is trundled along with the family
dinner on top of him --forced to view
the scenery through celery tops and
salad leaves—to say nothing of the
weight of potatoes and other sundries
upon bis small toes.
If, truly, this is an age of uplift,
let it include our littlest citizen. Let
the right of the baby be looked into
and his voice be heard and understood.
Away with grown-up excuses and
reasons. His first two -years should be
of uninterrupted tranquillity; his place,
in the home. An eight-hour day for
babies. Who will jos: their'vaices to
his and to -mine?
frons under: a great boulder something of handling they get from grown-ups.
which glittered, in the pals sund'•hine, dee would think they ware lihele, like.
It was a half pint flak full of same. •renal 1 otic, of medicine: "Shake
"yellow lia std sinrit.: no doubt.'- bete tn.;i g."- That is another titin?'
to be :z: " red aien,• with the eight-
hour day, a s..'ety for the. $,re'/C itit.n
cf, rhakipri. wcnd - .Ca many L.ibirs
Iasi; ia;tic;] They are,
And while we are t;n this . sabject,
• "Put that down, Fagan!" he shout-
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Ceo Per an;wi r, Vegan defiantly plucked
Mon.""•the stopper out of the_ bottle, andflinging bis head Lack, began pouring" " t the fiery stuff.. down his. throat.
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