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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-05-06, Page 2'AGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD THURS., MAY 6, 1937. ‘‘THE 1.@E LOST PRINCE" By Frances Hodgson Burnett SYNOPSIS Marco Loristan was the kind of a boy people looked at the second time •when they had looked at him once. He was a well-built boy of 12, intelli- ,gent looking, and well-mannered. He .and his father had travelled a great .deal and the boy was proficient in .several languages, so that he felt at ,home in whatever country he was staying. Marco knew that they were Samavians, that there was trouble -and bloodshed in Samavia at present. His father had told him the story of the 'Lost Prince, who might one day •return to Samavia and restore order ::and peace. At present the Loristan's .tare in London, England, and Marco ;had encountered several interesting .people, among them, "The Rat," a crippled boy who commands a group -of willing boys—the boys listen at- tentively as Marco speaks to them. Later Loristan and Marco have a 'long tally about Samavia, and the Lost 'Prince, who had disappeared five hundred years ago. A. secret society,I -+with members in many European:: 'countries, were preparing to put his .descendant on the throne of Sama- via and end the civil wars .and blood- shed in 'the country. At a meeting »of the Squad, The Rat forms a sec - yet society for Samavia aitong then: - ,selves. :NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Rat," he began, "my father—" "I've come to tell you about my lather," The Rat broke in without -waiting to hear the rest, and his The Clinton News -Record With which is incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS o3' SUBSCRIPTION 661.50 Fier year in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or ether foreign countries. No paper xdiscontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of the publish - set.. 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"He's-" "He's dead," The .Rat answered shakily. "I told you he'd kill himself. He had another fit and he died in it. I knew he would, one of these days. 1 told hint so. He knew he would himself. I stayed with him till he was dead—and then I got a burst- ing headache and I felt sick—and I thought about you." Marco made a jump at him because he saw he was suddenly shaking as if' he were going to fall. He was just in time, and Lazarus, who had been looking on from the back of the passage, came forward. Together) they held him up. "I'm not going to faint," he said weakly, "but I felt as if I was. It was a bad fit, and I had to try and hold him. I was all by myself. The people in the other attic thought ha was only drunk, and they wouldn't they made him feel as if he wei•e in barracks. He did not know what was going to happen, but he `got up' and followed 'him on his' crutches. Laizaiaus took him to a closet under the stairs' where a battered tin bath was already lull of hot water, which the old soldier himself had brought in pails. There were soap' and coarse, clean towels• on a wooden chair, and also there was a much worn but cleanly suit of clothes, "Put these on when you have bath- ed," Lazarus ordered, pointing to them. "They :belong to the young Master and will be large for you, but they will be better than your owns' And then he went out of the closet and shut the door. It was a new experience for The Rat. So long as he remembered, he had washed his face and hands -- when when he had washed them at eli— cit an iron tap set in the wall of a hack street or court in 'some slum.' His father and himself had long ago come in. He's lying on the floor sunk into the world where to wash. there, dead." ' ( one's self is not a part of every -day "Come and see my father," Marco life. They had lived amid dirt and said. "He'll tell us what to do. Laz-"'foulness, and when his father had acus,• help him." (been in a maudlin state, he had some - "I can get on by myself," said The times cried and talked of the long - Rat. "Do you see my crutches? I past days when he had shaved' every did something for a pawnbroker last, morning and put on a clean shirt. night, and he gave them to me ford To stand even in the Most battered pay." ,of tin baths full of clean hot water But though he tried to speak care- and to splash and scrub with a big lessly, he had plainly been horribly piece of flannel and plenty of soap shaken and overwrought, His queer was a marvelous thing. The Rat's face was yellowish white still, and tired body responded to the novelty he was trembling a little. (with a curious feeling of freshness Marco led the way into the back and comfort. sitting -zoom. In the midst of its shabby gloom and under the dim , "I dare say swells do this every day," he muttered. "I'd do it my - light Loristan was standing in one self if I was a swell. Soldiers, have el his still, attentive attitudes. He to keep themselves so clean they was waiting fon' thein. shine." "Father, this is The Rat," the boy When, after making the most of began. The Rat stopped short and his soap and water, he came out of rested on his crutches, starting at the closet under the stairs; he was as the tall, reposeful figure with Widens fresh as Marco himself; and, though ed eyes. his clothesihad been built for a more "Is that eour father?" he said to stalwart boy, his recognition of their Marco. And then added, with a cleanliness filled him with pleasure. jerky half -laugh, "He's not much like' He wondered if by any effort he mine, is he?" could keep himself clean when he What The Rat thought when Lori- went out into the world again and sten began to speak to him, Marco had to sleep in any holes the police wondered. Suddenly he stood in an did not order him out of." unknown world, and it was Loristan Ile wanted to see Marco again, but who made it so because its poverty he wanted more to see the tall man and shabbiness had no power to touch with the soft dark eyes and that him.. He looked at the boy with calm queer look of being a swell in spite and clear eyes, he asked him practical of his shabby clothes and the dingy questions gently, andit was. plain place he lived in. There was some- that he understood many things with- thing about him which made you keep out asking questions at all: Marco on looking . at him, and wanting to thought that perhaps he had, at some know what he was thinking of, and time, seen drunken men die, in his . why you felt as if you'd take orders life in strange places. He seemed from him as you'd take orders from to know the terribleness of the night your general, if you were a soldier. through' which The Rat had passed. He looked, somehow, like a soldier, Ile made him sit down, and he order- but as if he were something more -- ed Lazarus to bring him some hot as if people had taken orders from coffee and simple food. him all his life, and always would • "Haven't had a bite since •yester- take orders from him. And yet he day," The Rat said, still staring at had that quiet voice and those fine, him. "How did you know I hadn't?" easy movements,. and he was not a "You have not had time," Loristan l soldier at all, but only a ,poor man answered. Afterward he made him lie down on the sofa. "Look at my clothes," said The Rat. "Lie down and sleep," Loristan re- plied, putting his hand on his shout - who wrote things for papers which did not pay him well enough to give trim and his son a comfortable living. Through all the time of his seclusion with the battered bath and the soap and water, The Rat thought of him, der and gently forcing him toward the and longed to have another look at sofa. "You will sleep a long time. him and hoar him speak again. He You must telt me how to find the did not see any reason why he should place where your father died, and Ilhave let him sleep on his sofa or why will see that the proper authorities' he should give him a breakfast be - are notified." "What are you doing it for?" The Rat asked, and then he added, "sir." "Because l am a man and you are a boy, And this is a terrible thing," Loristan answered him. He went away without saying more, and The Rat lay on the sofa staring at the wall and thinking about it until he fell asleep. But, before this happened, Marco had quietly left him alone. So, as Loristan had told him he would, he slept deeply and long; in fact, he slept through all the night. When he awakened it was morning, and Lazarus was standing by the side of the sofa Iooking down at him. "You will want to make yourself clean," he said. . "It must be done." "Clean!" said The Rat, with his squeaky laugh. "I couldn't keep clean when I had a room to live in, and now where am I to wash myself?" He sat up and looked about him. "Give ,me• my crutches," he said. "I've got to go. They've let ine sleep here all night. They didn't turn me into the street. I don't know why they didn't. Marco's father —he's the right soft. He looks like a swell " Th Master," " e ssaid Lazarus, with a rigid manner, "The Mister is a great gentleman. . He wopld turn no tired creature into the street. He me. I'd want him to know I thanked and his son are poor, but they are him," of those who give. He desires to see Lazarus also had a steady eye. The and talk to you again. You are to Rat realized that he was looking him have breadand coffee with him and over as if he were summing him up. "You may not be the kind they ate, but you may be of a kind the Master. sees good in. If he did not see some- thing, he would not ask you to sit at his table, You are to come with me." The Squad had seen good in The Rat, but noone else had. 'Policemen fore he turned him out to face the world. It was first-rate of him ,to do it. The Rat felt that when he was turned out, after he had had the coffee, he should want to hang about the neighborhood just on the chance of seeing him pass by sometimes. He did not know what he was going to do. The parish officials would by this time have taken his dead father, and he would not see him again. He did not want to see him again. He had never seemed like a father. They had never cared anything for each other. IIe had only been a wretched outcast whose best hours had been when he had drunk too much to be violent and brutal. Perhaps, The Rat thought,he would be driven to going about on his platform on the pave- ments and begging, as his father had tried to force him to do. Could he sell newspapers? What could a crip- pled lad do unless he begged or sold papers?. Lazarus was waiting for him in the passage. The Rat held back a little. , "Perhaps they'd rather not eat their breakfastwith me," he hesitate ed. "I'm not --I'm not the kind they are. I could swallow the coffee out here and carry the bread away with me.. And you could thank him for the young Master. But it is I who tell you that you cannot sit at table with then: until you are clean. ',Come with me," and he handed him his crutches. His manner was authors- tive, but it was,the manner of a sol- dier; his somewhat .stiff and erect movements were those of a soldier, had moved him on' whenever they set eyes on hint, the wretched women of the shims had regarded him as they regarded his darting, thieving name- sake; loafing or busy men had seen in him a young nuisance to be kicked or pushed out of the way. The Squad had not called "good" what' they saw in him. They would have yelled with laughter if they had heard any one else call it so. `!Goodness" was not considered an attraction 'in their world. The Rat grinned a little and won- dered what was 'meant, as he follow- ed Lazarus into the back sitting - room. It was as dingy and gloomy as it had looked the night before, but by the daylight The Rat saw how rigs idly neat it was, how well swept and free from any speck of dust, how the poor windows had been cleaned and polished, 'and how everything wets `set in order. The coarse Linen cloth on the table was fresh and spotless, so was the cheap .crockery, the alioons ,shone with brightness.' Loristan was standing on the hearth and Marco was. near 'hint. They were waiting for their vagabond, guest as if he had been a gentleman. The Rat hesitated and shuffled at the door for a moment, and then it suddenly occurred to him to stand as straight as he could and salute. When he found himself in the presence of Loristan, he felt as if he ought to do something, but he did not know what. • Loristan's recognition of his ges- ture and his expression as he moved forward lifted from The Rat's' shoul- ders a load which he himself had not known .lay there. Somehow he felt as if something new had happened to him, as if he were not mere "ver- min," after all, as if he need not be on the defensive—even as if he need not feel so much in the dark, and like a thing there was no place in the world for. The mere straight and far-seeing look of this man's eyes seemed to make a place somewhere for what he looked at. And yet what he said was quits simple. "This is well," he said. "You have rested. We will have some food, and then we will talk together." He made a slight gesture in the direction of the chair at the right hand of his own place. The Rat hesitated again. • What a swell he was! With that wave of the hand he made you feel as if you were a fellow Iilce himself, and he was do- ing you some honor. "I'm not—" The Rat broke off and jerked his head toward Matco. "He knows—" he ended, "I've never sat at a table like this before." "There is not much on it." Loristan made the slight gesture toward the right-hand seat again and smiled, "Let us sit down." The Rat obeyed him and the meal began. There were only bread and coffee and a little butter before thein. But Lazarus presented the cups and plates on a small japanned tray as if it were a golden salver. When he was not serving, he stood upright be - hied his master's chair, as though he wore royal livery of scarlet, and gold. To the boy who had gnawed a bone or munched a crust whereso- ever he found them, and with no thought but of the appeasing of his own wolfish hunger, to watch the two with whom he sat eat their simple food was a new thing. He knew noth- ing of the every -day decencies of civ- ilized people. The Rat liked to look at them, and he found himself trying to hold his cup as Loristan did, and to sit and move as Marco was sitting and moving—taking his bread or but- ter, when it was held at his side by Lazarus, as if it were a simple thing to be waited upon. Marco had had things handed to him all his life, and it did not make him feel awkward. The Rat knew that his awn father had once lived like this. He himself would have been at ease if chance had treated him fairly. It made him scowl to think of it. But in a few minuees Loristan be- gan to talk about the copy of the map of Samavia. Then The Rat forgot everything else and was ill at ease no more. He did nos ?mow that Lori- sten was leading him on to explain his theories about the country and the people and the war. He found himself telling all that he had read, or overheard, or thought as he lay awake In his garret. He had thought out a great many things in a way not at all like a boy's. His strangely concen- trated and over -mature mind had been full of military schemes which Lori- stan listened to with curiosity and also with amazement. He had be- come extraordinarily clever in one di- rection because he had fixed all his mental powers on one thing. It 'seem- ed searcely eemed,searcely natural that an untaught vagabond lad should know so much and reason so clearly. It was at least extraordinarily interesting. There had been no skirmish, no attack, no battle which lie had not led and fought in his own imagination, and he •had made scores of rouge queer plans of all that had been or should have been done. Lazar listened 2stened as attentively as his master, and once Marco saw him exchange a startled„ rapid glance with Loristan. It was at a moment 'when The Rat was sketching with his finger ton the cloth an attack which ought to have been made but was not. And Marco knew at once that the quickly exchanged look meant "He is right! If it had been done, there would have been victory instead of disaster! s It was a wonderful meal, though it was only of bread and coffee. The Rat knew he should never be able to• forget it. (Continued next week) CLEVELAND PREPARES ENTER- TAINMENT FOR CANADIAN VISITORS AT GREAT LAKES EXPOSITION. Cleveland and the Great Lakes;Ex- position, which will open May 29 in a brilliant setting on the lakefront, today prepared for the entertainment or large Canadian delegations on special days designated in their hon - "Western Ontario Day" will be cele - Mated on June 23 with. a score o5 more towns represented, 'according to word brought back by Harry Coop - land, the exposition's "good will am- bassador," from his tour of Toronto', Ottawa and other cities in the pro- vince, Because of interest in this event, the Cleveland & BuffaIo Transit Co. has 'been asked to start its lake ser- vice from Port Stanley before July 1, the customary date. Western Ontario groups attending the exposition also will observe "Bri- tish Empire League of Ohio Day," scheduled for the same date under the auspices of the British Empire League of Ohio, of which Coopaand is president. With the cooperation of Mayor W. D. Robbins and the Toronto Board of Trade, an influx from that city is as- sured on "Toronto Day," soon to be scheduled, Copland reported. Mayor Harold H. Burton of Cleve- land, honorary chairman of the ex- position, is joining in the invitation to Canadian municipalities, civic and fraternal groups to participate in the program of special days. Amoeg the delegations to which this city will be host during the ex- position period, May 29 through Sept. 6, will be a large group, representing the Hotels Association of Canada, The Cleveland Hotels Association is plan- ning entertainment for their visitors on "Hotel Men's Day." Entering whole-heartedly into ar- rangements for special days in honor of their cities are Col. E. S. 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