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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1937-06-24, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD' THURS., JUNE 24, 1937. G6'TFIE LOST PRINCE" By Frances Hodgson Burnett SYNOPSIS Marco Loristan was the kind of a boy people lookedat the second time when they had looked at him once. Ile was a well-built boy of 12, intelli- gent :looking,; and well-mannered. Ile and his father had travelled a great teal 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. FIis father had told him the story of the Lest Prince, who might one day return to Samavia and restore order and peace. At present the Loristan's are 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 talk about Samavia, and the Lost Prince, who had disappeared five hundred years ago. A. secret society, 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- ret society for Samavia among them- selves. The Rat's father dies, and Loristan invites the lad to live with him and Marco. The two boys plan to aid the cause of the Lost Prince. Marco, while on an errand, assists a young lady indistress, who seems very in- terested in him. ' She seems destined The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION 61.5.0 per rear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or other terra= countries. No paper alis$ontinued until all arrears are paid sinless at 'the option of the publish- er. 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Ile did not know what Marco knew or what 'The Rat knew, Some common lad had gob himself locked up in, a house, and some one would have to go to the landlord and get a key for him. He had no intention of laying himself open to the law by breaking into a private house with his truncheon, as The Rat expected him to do.. "He got himself in through some of his larks, and he'll have to wait till he's got out without smashing locks," he growled, shaking the area door. "How did you get in there?" he' shouted: It was not' easy for Marco to ex- plain through a keyhole that he had come in to help a lady who had met with an accident. The policeman thought this was boy's talk. As to the rest of the story, Marco knew that it could not be related at all without saying things which could not be explained to any one but Ms ,father. He quickly made up his mind that he must let it be be- lieved that he had been locked in by some queer accident. It must be sup- posed that the people had not remem- bered, in their haste, that he had not yet left the house. When the young clerk from the house agency came with the keys, he was much disturbed and bewildered after he got inside. "They've made a bolt of it," he said. "That happens now and then, but there's something queer about this. What did they lock these doors in the basement for, and the one on man a card. Then they went home together, and all the way to Philibert Place Loris - tan's firm hand held closely to his boy's shoulder' as if he could not en dare to let him go. But on the way they said very little. "Father," Marco said , rather. hoarsely, when they first got away from the house in the terrace, "I can't talk well in the street. For one thing ' 1 am so glad to be with you again. I It seemed as if -it might turn out badly." "Beloved one," Loristansaid the words in their cwn Samavian, "until ' you are fed and at rest, you shall not falls at all." .Afterward, when he was himself again and was allowed to tell his strange story, Marco found that both his father and Lazarus had at one" had suspicions when he had not re- turned. They knew no ordinary ev- ent could have kept him. They were sure that he must have been detain- ed against his will, and they were al- so sure that, if he had been so de- tained, it could only have been for reasons they could guess at., "This was the card that she gave me," Marco said, and he handed it to Loristan. "She said you would re- member the name." Loristan looked at the lettering with an 'ironic half smile. I ' "I never heard it before," he re- plied. "She would not send me a name I knew. Probably I have nev- er seen either of them. But I know the weak they do. They are spies of the Maranovitch, and suspect that I know something of the Lost Prince. , They believed they could terrify you • Into saying things which would be a clue. Men and women of their class will use desperate means to gain their end." I "Might they -have left me as they the stairs? What did they say to• threatened?" Marco asked hint. you?" he asked Marco, staring at him "They would scarcely have dared, suspiciously. II think. Too great a hue' and cry "They said they were obliged to would have been raised by the dir- go suddenly," Marco answered. I covery of, such a crime. Too many "What were you doing in the base- detectives would have been set at ment?" work to track them," "The man took me down." But the look in his father's eyes "And left you there and bolted? as he spoke, and the pressure of the He must have been in a hurry." hand he stretched out to touch him, "The lady said they had not a made Marco's heart thrill He had moment's time." won a new love and trust from his "Her ankle must have got well in father. When they sat together and short order," said the young man. talked that night, they were closer "I knew nothing about them," to each other's souls than they had answered Marco, "I had never seen ever been before. them before." They sat in the firelight, Marco "The police was after them," the upon the worn hearth -rug, and they young roan said. "That's what I talked about Samavia —.about the should say. They paid three months' war and its heart-rending struggles, rent in advance, and they have only and about how they might end. been here two. Some of these for- "Do you think that some time we eign spieslurking about London; Wright be exiles no longer?" the boy that's what they were." said wistfully. "Do you thing we The Rat had not waited until the might go there together -and see it keys arrived, He had swung himself -you apd 1, Father?" at his swiftest pace back through the There was a silence for a while. streets to No. 7 Philibert Place. Loristan looked into the sinking bed People turned and stared at his wild, of red coal.' pale face as he almost shot past them. "For years—for-years I' have made He had left himself barely breath for my soul that image," he said enough to speak, with when he reach- slowly. "When I think of my friend ed the house and banged on the door on the side of the Himalayan Moura gasping. tains, I say :The Thought which "He's found! He's all right!" he Thought the World may give us that panted. Some one had locked him in also!'" • a house and left him. They've sent for the keys. I'm going back. Bran- don Terrace, No. 10." Loristan and Lazarus exchanged glances. Both of, them were at the moment as pale as The Rat, "Help him into the house," . said Loristan to Lazarus. "He must stay) tan and to .Lazarus. They had reason here and rest. We' will go." The for fears which it was not possible Rat knewit was an order. He did Lfol' them to express. As the night not like it, but' he obeyed. drew on, the fears took stronger form. "This is a bad sign, Master," said! They forgot the existence of The Rat, Lazarus, as they went out together.l.who sat biting his nails in the bed "It is a very bad one," answered room, afraid to go out lest he might Loristan. lose the chance of being given some "God of the Right, defend. us!"iii errand to do but also. afraid to show Lazarus groaned. himself lest he should seem in the "Armen!" said Loristan: "Amen!" way. 'The group had become a small "I'll stay upstairs," he had said to crowd by the time they reached Bran- Lazarus. "If you just whistle, I'll don Terrace. Marco had not found come." It easy to leave the place because he The anguish he passed through as was being questioned. Neither the the day went by and Lazarus went policeman nor the agent's clerk seem- out and came in and he himself re- ed willing to relinquish the idea that ceived no orders, could not have been he could give them some information expressed in any ;ordinary wards. He about the absconding pair. writhed in his chair, he bit his nails The entrance of Loristan produced to the quick, he wrought himself into. its usual effect. The agent's' clerk a frenzy of misery and terror by re - lifted his hat, and the policeman stood calling one by one allthe crimes his straight andmade salute. Neither of knowledge of London police -courts than realized that the tall man's supplied him with. He was doing clothes were worn and threadbare. nothing, yet he dare not leave his They. felt only that a personage was post. It was his post after all, before them, and that it was not pos- though' they had not given it to him. sible to' question his air of absolute Ha must do something. and serene authority. -Ile laid his In the middle of the night Loris- hand on Marco's shoulder and. held • it tan opened the door of the back sit; there as he spoke. When Marco ting -room,, because he knew he must looked up at hire and felt the close -I at least go upstairs and throw himself peas of his touch, it seemed,' as' if it upon his bed even if he could not were an embrace—as if he had caught sleep. him to his breast. He started back as the door open - "My boy knew nothing' of these peo- ed. The Rat was sitting huddled on ple," he said. "That I can guaran- the floor near it with his back a - tee. Hehad seen neither of them gainet the wall. He had a piece of before. His entering the house was Paper in his hand and his twisted the result of no boyish trick. • He has face was a weird thing to see. been shut up in this place for nearly "Why are you here?" Loristan ask - twenty -four hours and has had no ed. food. I must take him home. This "I've beenhere three hours, sir. is my address." He handed the young I knew you'd have to, come out some - 3 time and I thought you'd let me speak to you. Will you—will you?' "Come into the room," said Loris - tan. "I will listen to anything you \want to say. What have you been drawing on that paper?" as The Rat got up in the wonderful way he had taught himself. The paper was cov- ered with lines which showed it to be another of his plans. "Please look at it," he begged. "I daren't go out lest you might want to send me somewhere. I daren't sit doing nothing. I began remem- bering and thinking things out. I put down all the streets and squares he might have walked through on his way home, I've not missed one. If you'll let me start out and walk through every one of them and talk to the policemen oh the beat and look at the houses—and think out things and work at them—I'll not puss an inch -,-•I'll not miss a brick or aflag- stone-1'll—" His voice had a hard sound bu't it shook, said he himself shook. Loristan touched his arm gently. "You are a good comrade," he said. "It is well for us that you are here. You have thought of a good thing." "May 1 go now?" said The Rat. "This moment, if you are ready," was the answer. The Rat swung himself to the door. Loristan said to hima thing which was like the sudden lighting of a great light in the very center of his being. "You are one of us. Now that I know you are doing this I may even sleep. You are one of us." And it was because he' was following this plan that The Rat had turned into Brandon Terrace and heard the -Sa- mavian song ringing out from the locked basement' of Number 10. "Yes, he is one of us," Loristan said, when he told this part of the story to Marco as they sat by the fire. "I had not been sure before. I waned to be very sure. Last night I saw into the depths of him and knew. He may be trusted." From that clay The Rat held a new place. Lazarus himself, 'strangely enough, did not resent his holding it. The boy was allowed to be near Lor- istan as he had never dared to' hope to be near. It was not merely that he was allowed to serve him in many ways, but he was taken into the in- timacy which had before enclosed on- ly the three. Loristan talked to him as he talked to Marco, drawing him within the circle which held so much that was comprehended without speech. The Rat knew that he was being trained and observed and he realized it with exaltation. His idol had said that he was "one of thein" and he was watching and putting him to tests so that he might find out how much he was one of them. And he was doing it for some grave reason of his own. This thought pos- sessed The Rat's whole mind. 'Per- haps he was wondering if he should find out that he was to be trusted, as a rock is to be trusted. That he should even think that perhaps he might find that he was like a rock, was inspiration enough. "Sir," he said one night when they were alone together, because The Rat had been copying a road -map. His voice was very Iow—"do you think that—sometime—you could • trust me as you trust Marco? Could it ever be like that—ever?" "The time has come," and Loris - tan's voice was almost as low as his own, though strong and deep feeling underlay its quiet — "the time has come when I can trust you with Marco—to be his companion—to care for him, to stand by his side at any moment. And Marco is—Marco is my son." That was enough to uplift The Rat to the skies. But there was more to follow. "It may not be long before it may be his part to do work in which he will need' a comrade who • can be trusted—as a rock can be trusted." He had said the very words The Rat's own mind had given to him. "A Rock! A Rock!" the boy broke out. "Let me show you, sir. Send me with him fora servant. The crutches are nothing. You've seen that they're as ,good as legs, haven't you. .I've trained myself." "I know, I know, dear lad." Mar-•• co had told him 'all of it. He gave him a gracious smile which seemed as if it held a sort of fine secret. "You shalt go as :his Aide-de-camp. It shall be part of the game." He had always encouraged "the game," and during the last weeks had even found time to help them in their ?plannings for the mysterious journey of the Secret Two. He had been so interested that once or twice he had called on Lazarus as an old soldier. and Samavian to give his opis.ions of certain routes -and of the customs and habits of people in towns and villages by the way. Here they would find simple pastoral folk who danced, sang after their day's work, and .who would tell all . they knew;. here they would 'find those who serv- ed or feared the . Maranovitch and who would not talk ' at all. In one place they would meet with hospital- ity, in ospital-ity,-in another with unfriendly sus- picion of all strangers. Through talk and stories The Rat began to know the country almost as Marco knew it. That was part of the game too—be- cause it was always "the game," they called it. Another part. The Rat's training of his memory, and; bring- ing home his proofs of advance• at night when he returned from his walk and could .describe, or recite, or roughly sketch all he had seen in his passage from one place to an- other. Marco's part was to recall CHAPTER XVIII "Cities and Faces" The hours of Marco's unexplained absence had been terrible to Loris m1\\111m1pn°!""'°0 fig Y/iM/8091,,1 "/ X00///Or r rwks ' / Lr Introducing Dr. J. J. Gagnier Canada's "Ambassador of Good Music". That, in a few words, serves to describe J. J. Gagnier, Doctor of Music, composer and conductor and director of music at the Montreal studios of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. To outline and analyze the career of this famous French= Canadian would be a lengthy task. About the year.1913, General P. S. Meighen, impressed with the work of J. J. Gagnier in connection with the MontrealOpera Company whose ef- forts during three successive years received popular approval, retained the services of the talented leader. This association was to prove a step- ping -stone in the latter's career. For at that time, General F. S. Meighen and Sir John Carson were .organiz- ing Canada's famous regiment, "His Majesty's Canadian G r en a d i e r Guards." J. J. Gagnier immediately assumed the role of band leader. During four seasons the Regiment al Band filled the desire for a high- er type of music in Montreal, b y providing a series of Sunday afternon Concerts at His Majesty's Theatre. When the war broke out in 1914, Dr. Gagnier was kept busy organizing military bands for Overseas, among thesebeingthe 14th, 60th, 87th,119th and 245th regimental bands. In 1916, .Montreal's popular enter- tainment spot was Sohmer Park, and as leader of its musical organization J. J. Gagnier rode on the crest of the wave which today is still in the as- cendency. Under the baton of their conductor the Canadian Grenadier Guards' Band gained world-wide acclaim through its concert tours and radio broadcasts. Above all, one should remember that. Dr. Gagnier is essentially a sym- phony and opera conductor. There is hardly a serious musical movement in Canada to which he has not con- hributed. For the past several seasons, Dr. Gagnier has been called upon to dir- ect concerts in several American cities, notably in New Yorls, Boston, Chicago, Cincinnati and Washington. He has frequently appeared as guest conductor for the famous Goldman Band during the summer concert sea- son at Central and Prospect parks in New York city as well as New York University. In Montreal, J. J. Gagnier's work has not been confined to any one group, for he has been a leading spirit in musical organizations of many kinds. Fugitive Melodies A different wrinkle in program de- sign and song presentation has been introduced by the CBC in the series, "Fugitive Melodies", to be heard next Sunday, June 27th, at 9.00 pan. EST. Samuel Hersenhoren, violinist and conductor, will introduce special ar- rangements of familiar songs of past seasons, with the orchestra, "The Guardsmen", male octet, and Jean Haig, brilliant young lyric soprano, introducing these favourite melodies. The audience has a chance to identify the number when the orchestra plays over the melody and if it hasn't gues- sed the name of the song by the time "The Guardsmen" have hummed it in one of their own special arrange- ments, Jean Haig will break the sus- pense with her own delightful inter- pretation of the lyrics. Every year's and sketch faces. Loristan one night gave him a number of 'photographs of people to commit to memory. Un- der each face was written the pante of a place. "Learn these faces," he said, "until you would know each one of them at once wheresoever you met it. Fix them upon your mind, so that it will be impossible for you to forget them. You must be able to sketch any one of them and recall the city or town or neighborhood connected with it" (Continued next week). music has' at least one song, the mel- odies of which linger on even though the name of that song may escape the memory. "Fugitive Melodies" makes a game of recollecting them. DRAMA "The Hours that Count "The Hours that Count", a myst- ery thriller of the Cornwall coast, written by Clifford Noon, will be pro- duced for national network listeners of the CBC on Sunday, June 27,' at 7.00 .pan. EST. . Rupert Lucas will direct the play which will orginate in the Toronto studios with a cast of well known dramatic artists. CORPORATION FEATURES DAY BY DAY (All Times EST) Thursday, June 24 9.00 p. m. "The Ghost Room", dram- atic presentation, direction Rupert Caplan. From Montreal. 10.00 p.m. "Music for Music's Sake" Soloist with orchestra direction Isaac Mamott. From Winnipeg. Friday, June 25: 8.30 p.m. "From a Viennese Gard- en". Music of old Vienna presented by Jeanne Desjaadins with piano and all- string orchestra directed by Jean Des- lauriers. From Montreal. 9.30 m. "Our New Canadian Coins". An interview with the Toron- to sculptor, Emmanuel Hahn. From Toronto. Saturday, June 26: 9.00' p.m. Waterloo Musical Society Band Festival. CBC -NBC internation- al exchange programa From Waterloo 9.30 p.m. "Our` Heritage of Freed- om" - "Freedom Before the Law", a talk by Honourable C. H. Cahan. From Montreal. Sunday, June 27: '7.00 p.m. "The Hours That Count", by Christopher Stapleton. Produced by Rupert Lucas. From Toronto. , 8.30 p.m. "Music Time", orchestra direction Percy Harvey. From Van- couver. 9.00 p.m. "Fugitive Melodies". Or- chestra direction Samuel Hersenhoren with the Guardsmen and Jean Haig, soprano. From Toronto. 10.30 p.m. "Tudor ,String Quartet" with Anna Moncrieff Hovey, pianist. From Winnipeg Monday, June 28: 9.30 p.m. "Fighting Through". A Series of Talks by those who have been unemployed. From Montreal 10.30 p.m. "Soliloquy'. Instrument- al ensemble direction Robert Talbot. From Quebec. Tuesday, June 29: 8.00 p.m. "Pictures in Black and White". Musical sketches with solo- ists; Allan Reid, organist, and the Ac- adian Concert Orchestra directed by Marjorie Payne. From Halifax. 10.30 p.m. Mart Kenney and his Royal York Hotel Orchestra. Dance Music. From Toronto. Wednesday, June 30: 9.00 pm. "Automobile Vagabonds". R. H. Perry and Graham Mc Innes. Second of a series of broadcasts of a coast to coast motor tour. Front Fred- ericton. 10.30 p.m. "In a Romatic Mood" Or- chestra direction Jack Slatter, with Gordon McIntyre tenor. From Toronto Toronto Club Plans School to Develop Baseball Talent. Professional game offers attractive field for young Canadians. Clas- ses open on July 19. Believing that there are a number of young baseball players in Ontario, who, with proper coaching andadvice, could be launched upon a successful and profitable career in professional. baseball, Manager . Dan Hoivley and other officials of the Toronto Base- ball Club have decided to inaugurate a baseball school at Maple Leaf Sta- dium starting on Monday, July 19 and concluding on Thursday, July 29. There' will be no admission or tui- tion fee to attend this school. It will be open to all players between the ages of 18 and 21 years.. It is the purpose of the Toronto Club to reach as many young Canadian players as possible and give them the opportun- ity to prove whether they have suf- ficient ability to go higher in the great summer pastime. Professional baseball offers an at- tractive and . desirable livelihood to young Canadians just as does pro- fessional hockey which has 'furnishe'd remunerative ' employment to large numbers of our youthful citizens. The difficulty has been that so few op- portunities have been offered Cana- dians to enter professional baseball. The comparatively short summer sea- son in Canada, the lack of proper coaching and the small number of professional teams in this country have tended to obscure this profitable field of athletic endeavour, although there are dozens of young men ready and eager to get into organized base- ball if afforded a chance. Bobby Porter, Toronto boy, now regular right fielder. of the Maple Leafs, played amateur baseball for a few seasons and then made good in the International League in his se- cond year after turning professional through the efforts of the Toronto Club. "Goody" Rosen, another To- ronto boy, jumped from junior base- ball in Toronto to the Louisville Club of the American Association and made good from the start. He is the regular centrefielder of the Louisville team, Oscar Judd, formerly of In- gersoll, Ont. is an outstanding pitch- er with Rochester. These are not exceptional cases, These boys decided they wanted a professional baseball career and they sought the opportunity to get it. Their success 'can be achieved by any number of other young Canadians and that is the object aimed at by the Toronto Club in operating this trainiug school. During the 10 'days the school is in operation, it is planned to hold five five -inning games each day. Sides Will be chosen and each player given a real chance to display his ability. The hours will be from 10 a.m, to 5 p.m. Manager Howley, President Frank Shaughnessy, of the Interna- tional League, and half a dozen oth- er competent coaches will be in uni- form to instruct the players, Several members of the present Toronto team will assist than. Bats and balls will be supplied by the Toronto Club. Players are required to bring their own uniforms, shoes, gloves, etc, Ap- plication forms can be secured from this newspaper or by Ietter direct to the Toronto Baseball Club, Limited, Maple Leaf Stadium. Toronto, Ont. PCC1A, s C PIPE. TOBACCO' FOR A•MH ,,D COOL SMOKE' 4 +n is -010 In., The new `top.value' tire! Choice with motor- ists who want the most for their money.. Good year quality: throughout ... fully guaranteed. Drive in today .. free service! THE NEW, MODERN WITH THE. THICK ... HEAVY TREAD Brownie's Service Station CLINTON.