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THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD
THURS., MAY 27, 1937.
`<THB LOST PRInCE„
By
Frances oil Btirett
SYNOPSIS
Marco Loristan was the kind of a
'boy people looked at the second time
when they had looked at him once•
Be.was a ;well-built boy of 12, intern -
Tent 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
:teturn to Samavia and restore order
;and peace. At present the Loristan's
rare in London, England, and Marco
shad 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.
which they had talked over together paused a moment and thought.
"The article in that magazine said
something about a huge forest on the
eastern frontier. That's here. We
could wander into a forest and stay
there until we'd planned all we wanted
to do. Even the people who bad seen
as would forget about. us.' What we
have to do is to make people feel as
if we were nothing—nothing."
They were in the very midst of it,
in deep gloom.;, Marco's father, they
decided, was too big a swell to let
the two come back after he had seen
the sort the Squad was made up of.
He might be poor just now, toffs
sometimes ' lost their money for a bit,
but you could see what he was, and
fathers like him weren't going to let.
their sons make friends with "such as
us." He'd stop"the chill and the
"Secret Society" game. That's what, crowded together, Leaning , oveK,
he'd do! stretching necks and breathing quick-
But The Rat came swinging in on ly with excitement, when Marco lift -
his secondhand crutches looking as if ed, his head. Some mysterious im-
he had been made a general, and Mar- pulse made him do it in spite of him-
co came with hini; and the drill the self,
Squad was put through was . stricter "There's my father!" he said.
and finer than any drill they had ever. The chalk dropped, everything
known. dropped, even Samavia. The Rat was
"I wish my father could have seen up and < on his crutches as if some
that," Marco said to The Rat. magic force had swung him there.
The Rat turned red and white and flow he gave the the command,. or if
Later Loristan and Marco have a then red again, but he said not a he gave it' at all, not even he himself
:long talk about Samavia, and the Lost single word. The mere' thought was knew. But the Squad stood at sa-
'Prince, who had disappeared fiver like a flash of fire passing through lute.
'hundred years ago. A secret society,) him. But no fellow could hope for a Loristan was standing at the op -
'with members in many European thing as big as that. The Secret Par- ening of the archway as Marco had
.countries, were preparing to put his ty, in its subterranean cavern, sur- stood that first day. He raised his
-descendant on the throne of Sama-I rounded by. its Wiled arms, sat down right band in return salute and came
`via and end the civil wars and blood- to read the morning paper. forward.
•shed in the country. At a meeting
-of the Squad, The Rat foramsa sec-
ret society for Samavia among . them -
:selves.
"I was passing the end of the street
The war news was bad to read. The and remembered the Barracks was
Maranovitch held the day for thehere," he explained. "I thought I
moment, and while they suffered and should like to look at your men, Cap -
`wrought cruelties in the capital city,
tarn„
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY the Tarovitch sufferedand wroughtHe smiled' but it Was nota smile
• ' that which made his words really joke.
cruelties in the country outside. So 11 a 'o e.
When they went to the Barracks, i fierce and dark was the recordIle looked down at the chalk map
-the Squad greeted them ,with a • tu- 1 Europe stood aghast. I drawn on the flagstones.
-inultuous welcome which expressed. a The Rat folded his paper when he know that man well," he said
great sense of relief. Privately the had finished, and sat biting his nails. "Even I can see that it is Samavia
=embers ,had been filled with fears Having done this for a few minutes,' is the Secret Party doing?"
f he began to speak in his dramatic and "The messengers are trying to find
hollow Secret Party whisper."Sra way in," answered Marco.
be Clinton News -Record "The boo has tomo," he said to "We can get in there,"' said The
With which is Incorporated his followers. "The messengers must Rat, pointing. with a crutch. "There's
THE NEW ERA go forth. They ];now nothing of what a forest where we could hide and find
they go for; they only know that they out things." u
to Marco. "He will be better pleased.
His desire is to feel that, he is trust-
ed to do things alone." •
So they parted ata street corner,
Marco to walk back to No. 7 Philibert
Place, The Rat' to execute his com-
mission. Marco turned into one of
the better streets, through which he
often passed on his way home, ,It
was not a fashionable quarter, but it
contained some respectable houses in
whose windows here and there were
to be seen neat cards bearing the
word "A•partments," which meant
that the owner of 'the house would let
to lodgers his drawing -room or sit-
ting -room suite.
As Marco walked up the street,
he saw, some one come out of the door
of one of'the houses and walk quick-
ly and lightly down the pavement. it
was a young woman wearing an ele-
gant though -quiet dress, and a hat
which looked as if it had been bought
In Paris or Vienna. She had, in fact,
a slightly foreign air, and it was' this,
indeed, which made Marco look; at her
long enough to see that she was also
a graceful, and lovely person. ,He
wondered what her nationality was.
Even at some yards' distance he could
see that she had long dark eyes and a
curved mouth which seemed to be
smiling to itself. He thought she
,might be Spanish or Italian.
He was trying to decide which of
'the two countries she belonged to, as
she drew near to him, but quite sud-
denly `the curved mouth ceased smil-
ing as her foot seemed to catch in a
break in the pavement,. and she so
lost her balance that she would have
fallen if he had not leaped forward
and caught her.
She was light and slender, and he
was a strong lad and managed to
steady her. An expression of sharp
momentary anguish crossed her face.
"I hope you are not hurt," Marco
said.
She bit her lip and clutched his
shoulder very hard with her slim
hand.
"I have twisted my ankle," she
answered. "I am afraid I have twist-
ed it badly. Thank you for saving
me. I should have had a bad fall"
Her long, dark eyes were very
sweet and grateful. She tried to
smile; but there was such distress un-
der the effort that Marco was afraid
she must have hurt herself very much.
"Can. you stand on your foot at
all?" he asked.
"I can stand a little now," she said,
"but I night not be able to stand in
a few minutes. I must` get back to
the house while I can bear to touch
the ground with it. I am so sorry.
I am afraid I shall have to ask you
to go with me. fortunately it is on
ly a few yards away."
"Yes," Marco answered. "I saw
you come out of the house. If you
will lean on my shoulder. I can soon
help you back. I am. glad to do it.
Shall we try now?" •
She had a gentle and soft manner
which would have appealed to any
boy. Her voice was musical and her
enunciation exquisite. Whether she
was Spanish or Italian, it was easy
to imagine her a person who did not
always live in London lodgings, even
of the better class.
"If you please," she answered him.
"It is very kind of you. You are very
strong, I see. But I am glad to have
only a few steps to go."
She rested on his shoulder as well
as on her umbrella, but it- was plain
that every movement gave her in-
tense pain. She caught her lip with
her. teeth, and Marco thought she
turned white. He could not help 1ik-
ing.her. She was so lovely and grac
ious and.brave. He could not bear to
see the suffering in her face.
"I am so sorry!" he said, as he
helped her, and his boy's voice had
something of the wonderful sympa-
thetic tone of Loristan's. The beauti-
ful lady herself remarked it, and
thought how unlike it was to the or-
dinary boy -voice.
"I have a latch -key," she said, when
they stood on the low step.
She found the latch -key in her
purse and opened the door. Marco
helped her into the entrance -hall. She
sat. down at once in a chair near the
hat -stand. The place was quite plain
and old-fashioned inside.
"Shall I ring the front -door bell to
call some one?" Marco inquired.
"I am afraid that the servants are
out," she answered. "They had a
holiday. ` Will you kindly close the
door? I shall be obliged to ask you
to help me into the sitting -room at
the end of the hall. I shall"find all
I want there—if you will kindly hand
me a few things. Some one may come
in presently—perhaps one of the. oth-
er lodgers -and, even if I ani alone
for an hour or so, it will not really
natter"
"Perhaps 1 can find' the landlady,"
Marco suggested. The beautiful per-
son smiled, `'
"She has gone to her sister's wed-
ding. That is why I was going out
to spend the day myself. I arrang-
ed the plan to accommodate her. How
good you are!.1 shall be quite com-
fortable directly,really. . I can get to
Y
my easy chair in the sitting -room
now I have rested.a little."
Marco helped her to her feet, and
her, sharp, involuntary exclamation
of pain made 'him wince internally.
"Perhaps it was a worse sprain than
she knew.
The house was of the early -Victor-
ian London order. A "front lobby"
with a dining -room on the right hand,
and a "back lobby," after the foot of
the stairs was passed, out of which
opened the basement kitchen stair-
case and a sitting -room looking out
on a gloomy flagged back yard in -
TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
51.60 mer near in advance, to Cana- must obey. If they were caught and "Reconnoiter,said Loristan, look-
,tdian addresses. $2.00 to the ILS. or tortured, they could betray nothing ing down. "Yes. Two stray boys
ether foreign countries. No paper because they know nothing but that, .could be very safe in a forest. It's
discontinued until all arrears are paid at certain places,they must utter a „
unless ak the option of the publish -a good genie.
hreeveryh sub- certain word. They carry no papers.,
v.r. The data to w
.ncrintion is paid is denoted on the All commands they must learn by
fader, heart. When the sign is given, the
' ADVERTISING RATES Tran- Secret Party will know what todo-
stent advertising 12c per count line where to meet and where to attack."
-for dist insertion. 8e for each sub -
plans He drew of the battle on the
ksequent insertion. Heading counts
lines. Small advertisements not to flagstones, and he sketched an im-
.axceed one inch, such as "Wanted," aginaty route which the two niessen-
'"Lost" "Strayed," etc., inserted once gers were to follow. But his know -
dor He, each subsequent insertion ledge of the map of Europe was not
15c. Rates for display advertising
:made known on application. 'worth much, andhe turned, to Marco.
Communications intended for pub- "You know more about geography
!tication must, as. a guarantee OT good than. I do. You know more about ev-
faith, be accompanied by the name erything," he said. "I only know It-'
ofthe writer. I aly i
G. E. HALL • - Proprietor.s at the bottom and Russia is at
one side and England's at the other,
!rti H. T. RANCE How would the Secret Messengers go,
Notary Public, Conveyancer 'to Samavia? Can you draw the con
rFinancial Real Estate acid fire In Vies they'd have to pass through?"
•durance Agent, Representing 14 Fire
'Insurance, Companies. Because any school -boy who knew
Division Court Office. Clinton the map could have done the same
thing, Marco drew them. He also
knew .the stations the Secret Two
would arrive at and leave by when,
they entered a city, the streets they
would walk through and the very uni- I
forms they would see; but of these
things he said nothing. The reality '
his knowledge gave to the: game was,'
however, a thrilling thing. He wish- f
ed he could have been free to explain
to The Rat the things he knew. To-
gether they could have worked out se
many details of travel and possible
adventure that it would have been al-
most as if they had set out on their
journey in fact.
As it was, the mere sketching of
the route fired The Rat's imagination.
He forged ahead with the story of ad-
venture, and filled it with such mys-
terious purport and design that the
Squad at times gasped for breath. In
his glowing version the Secret Two
entered cities by midnight and sang
and begged at palace gates where
kings driving outward paused to lis-
ten and were given the Sign.
"Though it would not always be
kings," he said. "Sometimes it would
be the poorest people. Sometimes
they might seem to be beggars like
ourselves, when they were only Secret
Ones disguised. A great lord might
wear poor clothes and pretend to be
a workman, and we should only know
him by thesigns we had learned by
heart. When wewere sent to Sarna
via, we should be obliged to creep in
through some back part of the country
where no fighting was being done and
where no one would attack. Their
generals are not clever enough to pro-
tect the parts which are joined . to
friendly countries, and they have not
forces enough.. Two boys could find
a way in if they thought it out."
He became possessed by the idea of
thinking it. out on the spot, He drew
his rough man of Samavia on the
flagstones with his chalk.
"Look here," he said to Marco, who,
with the elated and thrilled Squad,
bent over it in a cldse circle of heads.
„'Beltrazo is here and Carnolitz is here
-and here is Jiardasia. Beltrazo and
Jiardasia are friendly, though they
don't take sides. All the fighting is
going on in the country about Mel -
p.m There is no . reason why they
should, prevent single travelers from
coming in across . the frontiers of
friendly neighbors. They're not fight-
ing with the countries outside, they
are fighting with themselves." ,,He
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•
That he should be there!' That he
should, in his own wonderful way,
have given them such a thing as this
That he should have cared enough
even to look up the Barracks, was
what The Rat was thinking. A betel
of ragamuffins they were and noth-
[ng else, and he standing looking at
them with his fine smile. There was
something about him which made him
seem even splendid. The Rat's heart
thumped with startled joy.
"Father," said Marco, "will you
watch The Rat drill us? I want you
to see how well it is done."
"Captain, will you do me that hon-
or?" Loristan said to The Rat, and
to even these words he gave the right
tone, The Rat's pulses beat only with
exultation. This god of his had look-
ed at his maps, he had talked of his
plans, he had conte to seethe soldiers
who were his work! The Rat began
his drill as if he had been reviewing
an army.
What Loristan saw done was won-
derful in its mechanical' exactness.
The Squad moved like the perfect
parts of .a perfect machine. That
they could so do it in such space, and
that they should have accomplished
such precision, was an extraordinary
testimonial to the military efficiency
and curious qualities of this one
hunchbacked, vagabond officer.
"That is magnificent!" the specta-
tor said, when it was over. "It could
not be better done. Allow me to :con-
gratulate you.",
Ile shook The Rat's hand as if it
had been a man's, and, after he had
shaken it, he put his own hand lightly
on the boy's shoulder and let it rest
there as hetalkeda few minutes to
them all.
He kept his talk within the game,
and his clear comprehension of it
added a flavor which even the dullest
member of the Squad was elated by.
Sometimes you couldn't understand
toffs when they made a shy at being
'friendly, but you could understand
him, and he stirred un your spirits.
He didn't make jokes with you, either,
as if a chap had to be kept grinning.
After the few minutes were over, he
went away. Then they sat down a-
gain in their circle and talked about
him, because they could talk and
think about nothing else. They star-
ed at Marco furtively, .feeling as if
he were a creature of another world
beeapse he had lived with this man.
They stared at The Rat in a new way
also. The wonderful -looking hand
had rested on . his shoulder, and he
had been told that what he had done
was magnificent.
"When you said you wished your
father could have seen the drill, said
The Rat, "you took my breath away.
I'd never have had the cheek to think
of it myself—and I'd never have dar-
ed to let you ask him, even if you
wanted to do it. And he came him-
self! It struck me' dumb."
- "If he came," said Marco, "it was
because he wanted to see it."
When they had finished talking, it
was time for Marco and The Rat 'to
go on their way. Loristan had given
The Rat an errand.. At a certain
hour he was to present, himself at a
certain shop and receive 'a package.
,"Let him doit,alone," Loristan said
Botanical Notes for May
By E. W. Hart '<
of Botany,Centra
Division 1 Experimental Farm, Ottawa
There are many Wild plants in'
bloom of more than ordinary botani-
cal interest, especially those that
claim attention as being poisonous or
edible,
Throughout Nova Scotia, New
Brunswick, Quebec:an d Ontario,
growing in low rich woods, is the
jack-in-the-pulpit or indian • turnip
(Arisaema triphyllum). Each leaf,
which is attached to a long stalk, has
closed by high walls. The sitting -
room was rather, gloomy itself? but
there were a few luxurious things a-
mong the ordinary furnishings. There
was an easy -chair with a small table
near it, and on the table were a sil-
ver lamp and some rather elegant
trifles. Marco helped his charge to
the easy -chair and put . a cushion
from the sofa, under her foot He did'
it very gently, and, as he rose after
doing it, he saw that the long, soft
dark eyes were looking at him in a
curious way.
"I must go away now," he said, "but
I do not like to leave you. May S go
for a doctor?"•
"How dear you are!" she exclaim-
ed. "But I do not want one, thank
you. I know exactly what to do for
a sprained ankle. And perhaps mine
is not really a sprain. I am going
to take off my shoe and see."
"May I help you?' Marco asked,
and he kneeled down again and care-
fully unfastened her shoe and with-
drew it from her foot. It was a slen-
der and delicate foot in a silk.stock-
Ing, and she bent and gently touched
and rubbed it.
"No," she said, when she raised
herself, "I do not think it is a sprain.
Now that the shoe is off and the foot
rests on the cushion, it is much more
comfortable, much more. Thank you,
thank you. If you had not been pas-
sing I might have had a dangerous
£all: t
"I am very glad to have been able
to help you," Marco answered, with
an air of relief. "Now I mustgo, if
you think you, will be all right."
"Don't go yet," she said, holding
out her hand. "I should like to know
you a little better, if I may. I ani
so grateful. I should like to talk to
you. You have such beautiful man-
ners for a boy," she ended, with a
pretty, kind laugh, "and I believe I
know where you got them from."
(Continued next week).
three shining leaflets. What is term-
ed the flower (the shape of which
resembles that of its cultivated rela-
tion—the calla lily), is in reality a
sheathing or protection (spathe) of
the' true flowers, which are very small
and arranged around the club -shaped
"jack" (spadix) which stands erect
in the "pulpit" or spathe; this spathe
is pale green and often striped or
spotted with reddish -brown or p)ar-
ple. In the autumn,this pulpit and
jack will have withered, but attached
to the jack will be a cluster of most
attractive and conspicuous bright -1
scarlet, shining :berries which look
very tempting, but must not, on any
account, be eaten. In spite of the
fact that this plant is listed as_ being
poisonous, C. F. Saunders says in his
"Useful Wild Plants": "the familiar
Jack -in -the -Pulpit . '.. whose small,
turnip -shaped corm, (root) bitten in-
to raw, stings the tongue like red
hot needles, becomes thoroughly tam-
ed when dried and cooked, and its
starchy content was once a source of
bread to the Seneca Indians".
In swamps and other wet places,
the golden cups of the marsh mari-
gold (Caltha palustris) will be gath-
ered in large quantities for garnish-
ing the home, and they really are
worth the discomfort of wet feet.
Mrs. Traill in her "Studies of Plant
Life in Canada" says that the leaves
were used as a pot -herb by the early
settlers, before gardens were planted.
Those people without gardens now—
and there are very many—may like
to sample these spring greens.
All who are interested in edible
wild fruits should be familiar with
the poisonous kinds, in all stages of
rowth. In the woods from New
6
Brunswick' to Manitoba is the blue co-
hosh (Caulophylitun thalictroides),,
sometimes unwisely called bluelterry,
as the whole ,plant, including the
"blueberries", is listed as being pois-
onous: When young, it is dark green-
ish -purple in colour, which `grs dually
turns to green with maturity. The
flowers are greenish -purple too, and
give place to large globular berry-
like seeds or poisonous "blueberries".
Also growing in rich woods front
coast to coast are the poisonous
bane -berries (Aetaea sp.). They are
not easily distinguished from one
another in the flowering stage,_ with
the very small white flowers arrang-
ed, generally, •in .oblong clusters at
the end of the stalks, and the wide-
spreading compound leaves; but later
on the red baneberries have red fruits
and the white ' baneberries white
fruits, both kinds are said to be very
poisonous.
T h e edible -fruited juneberries
(Amelanehier sp.) are in bloom.
Clusters of conspicuously long -petal-
led white flowers, out before the
leaves are fully expanded on these
shrubs or small trees will claim the
attention of, especially those who an-
ticipate and appreciate the sweet
red -purple fruits, about the size of
currants, when they mature in July.
Should there be doubt about the
identity of the foregoing or any wild
Canadian plants; specimens, weighing
under 1 lb. may be mailed, free of
charge, to the Dominion Botanist,
Central Experimental Farm, Ottawa,
who will be pleased to identify them.
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way.
In their own best interests, therefore, business mien should use
their local paper for purposes of advertising, and also for the pro-
curing of their requirements in PRINTING. All business men need
printed matter of various kinds _ from time to time. Remember your
local printing office when in need ofprintedmatter,
The C!intoii News-Reoord
A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISING --READ. AD3 1N THIS
ISSUE.
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