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The Clinton News Record, 1937-09-09, Page 2t PAGE' 2 THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD 'THE LOST .PRINGIE" Frances By Hodgson Burnett SYNOPSIS Marco Loristan was the kind ora boy people eo le 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 :severallang'uag'es, so that he felt at +`bene in whatever country he was staying. Marco knew that they were • Samavians, that there was trouble :.and bloodshed in. Samavia at present. iris 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 are in •London, England, and Marco tiaad eneountered several interesting people, among them, "The Rat," a ,,crippled boy who commands a group sof 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 Same- -via and end the civil wars and blood- -.shed in the country. At a meeting .•of the Squad, The Rat forms a sec- sret society for Samavia among them- •delves. 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 in distress, who seems very in- terested in him. She seems destined. to play a part in his life. Events which follow prove her to be an enemy agent, and by a clever trick Marco is captured and closely questioned, but reveals nothing of what he knows. Later he escapes, and shortly afterward he and The Rat are sent out as agents of the Cause to various cities, where they are to communicate with various per - By various methods of approach they have passed along the pass- word, "The Lamp is lighted," ,and have just contacted a young shoemak- er by pretending to need a pair of shoes. ' They say they, cannot wait until they are made, but must go on spreading the word. The Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated; THE NEW ERA TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION ' 01.50 Der vear in. advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or ,tier foreign countries. No paper lifted face and showed its young ments—and .neither has blood or • NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Then you were out in the storm?" "Yes' Highness." The Prince put his hand on the cause he had seen the white head boy's shoulder. "I cannot see you,- but ou—but it is best to stand in the shadow. You are drenched to the skin." "I have been able to give your Highness—the Sign," Marco whisper- ed. "A storm .is nothing." There was a silence: Marco . knew that his companion was pausing to at once hewas singularly interested,. The lowered 'voice was slightly rais- d `at last and Marco heard the last two sentences:, "The only son of Stefan Loristan, Look at him." "The old mane in the chair tin=ned slowly and looked, steadilyr and with questioning curiosity touched with grave surprise. He had keen and clear blue eyes. Then Marco, still erect and silent, waited again. The Prince had mere- ly said to him, "an old man whom it Haight interest to 'see you." He had plainly intended that, whatsoever happened, he must make no 'outward sign of seeing more than he had been told ,he would see—"an old man." It was for him to show no astonishment. or recognition. He had beenbrought here not to see but to be seen. The power of remaining still under scrut- iny, which The Rat had often envied him, stood him now in good stead be - and tall form not many days before, surmounted b y brilliant emerald plumes, hung with , jeweled decora- tions, in the royal carriage, escorted by banners, and helmets, and follow- ing troops whose tramping feet kept time to bursts of military music while the populace bared their head and turn something, over in. his mind. cheered. "So -o?" he said slowly at length.l "He is like his father," this person - "The Lamp is lighted. And you are I age said to the Prince. "But if any sent to bear the Sign." Something one but Loristan had sent him —His in his voice made Marco feel that'helooks please me." Then suddenly to was smiling. ) Marco, "You were waiting outside "What a race you are! What a while the storm was going on?" race—you Samavian Loristans!" He paused as if to think the thing over again. "I want to see your face," he said next. "Here is a tree with a shaft of your journey?" he was asked. "You moonlight striking through th e know how Samavia stands?" branches. Let us step aside and stand 'She does not stand," said Marco. under it." 1 "The Iarovitch and the Maranovitch Marco did as he was told. The have fought as hyenas fight, until shaft of moonlight fell upon his up- each has torn the . other into frag- in the hollow, there was room for one in the street. Was it my, place to go off, duty,.' and leave you alone — was it?" fiercely. "You were out in the storm?" "Weren't, you?" still fiercely. "I huddled aginst the wall as well as I could. What did I care?Crutches don't prevent a fellow waiting. I wouldn't have left you if you'd given m ' "Yes, sir," Marco answered. Then the two exchanged some words still in the lowered voice. "You read the news as you made e orders. And that would have been mutiny. When you did not come out as soon as the gates opened, I felt as if my head got on fire. How could I know what had happened? I've not the nerve and backbone you have. I go half mad." For a second or so Marco did not answer. But when he put his hand on the damp sleeve, The Rat actually started, be- cause it seemed as . though he were looking into the eyes of Stefan 'Lor- istan. "You look just like your father!" he exclaimed, int spite of himself. "How tall you are!" "When yon are near ire," Marco said, in Loristan's own voice, "when you are near me, I feel—I feel as if I were a loyal prince attended by an army. You are my army.". And he pulled off his cap with quick boyish- ness and added, "God be thanked!" edtscontinued until all arrears are paid ecnless at the option of the publish- er. The data to which every sub- •eerintion is paid is denoted on the Label. ADVERTISING RATES Tran- ,eient . advertising 12e per count line 'for first insertion. 8c for each sub- ssequent insertion. Heading counts ea lines. 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It was you." tatingly, as if he had not quite de -1 "Yes," said Marco, "I have follow- cided what he should do. He stopped ed you each time you have gone out rather suddenly and turned again to since then, but I could never get near Marco, who was following him. enough to speak. To -night seemed "There is some one in the room I only one chance in a thousand." just now left," he said, "an old man —whom it might interest tosee you. It might also be a good thing for him to feel interest in you. I choose that he shall see you -as you are." sI am- your command, High - GEORGE ELLIOTT nese," Marco answered. He knew his'. discretion and composure were neces- ',l.;censed Auctioneer for the County , companion was smiling again. sary. Then, after a moment's pause, of Huron strength and darkness, quite spendid strength left." for the moment in a triumphant glow The two glanced at each other. of joy in obstacles overcome. Bain: I - "A good simile," said the older drops hung on his head, but he did man. "You, are right. If a strong not lock draggled, only very wet and party rose — and 'a greater power picturesque.. He had reached hie chose not to interfere the country man. He had given the Sign. might see better days." He looked The Prince looked him over with at him a few moments longer and interested curiosity. ',then waved his hand kindly. "Yes," he said in in his cool, cath -1 "You are a fine Samavian," he said. err; .dragging voice. "You are the i "I am glad of that. 'You may go. son of Stefan Loristan. Also you ,Good -night." must be taken care of. You must Marco bowed respectfully and the man' with the tired face led him out of the room. It was just before he left him in the small quiet chamber in which he come with me. I have trained my household to remain in its own quar- ters until I ren -u& its services. I have attached to my own apartments could call itself a victory, it was im- possible to say. Never had a coun-. try been in a more desperate case. "It is the time!" said The Bat, glowering over his map. "If the Sec° ret Party rises suddenly now, it can take Melzarr almost without a blow. It can sweep through the country and disarm both armies- They're weaken- ed—they're half starved — they're bleeding • to death; they want to be disarmed. Only the larovitch and. Maranovitch keep on with the strug- gle„because each is fighting for the power to'tax 'the people and melte slaves of them. If the Secret Party does not rise, the people will, and they'll rush on the palaces • and, kill every Maranovitch and Iarovitch they find, And serve them right!" "Let us spend the rest of the day in studying the road -map again," said Marco. "To -night we must be on the way to Samavia!" The sun was warm in the attic win- dow indow when they reached their lodging, and the two leaned on the rough sill as Marco told his 'story. It took some time to relate; and whenhe end- ed, he took an envelope from his poc- ket'and showed it to The Rat. It con- tained a flat package of money. "He gave it to me just before he opened the private door," Marco ex- plained. "And he said to me, 'It will not be, long now. After Samavia, go back to London as quickly as you can —as quickly as you can!'" "I wonder—what he meant?" The Rat said, slowly. A',tremendous thought, had shot through his mind. But it was not a thought he could speak of to Marco. "I cannot tell. I thought that it was for some reason he did not expect me to know," Marco said. "We will do as he told us. As quickly as we can." They looked over the newspa- pers, as they did every day. 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Good night" than you know" he y pleased. eau , an your open the next morning and people you' to encounter the unexpected without surprise:" I were passing in and out again, Marco They passed under the balcony and � tell sedhiout also. lf two orHe three timesd to that paused at a low stone doorway hid- I he had not wakened frontan amaz- e. behind shrubs: The door was , ung dream. He quickened his pace a beautiful one, Mayo saw when it, after he had crossed the street, be- cause he wanted to get home to the attic and talk to The Rat. There was a narrow side -street it was ne- cessary for him to pass through.if he wished to make a short cut. ;As he turned into it, he saw a curious figure leaning on crutches against a wall. It looked damp and, forlorn, are and he ,wondered if it could be a beg - It was a wonderful room th e gar. It was not.:It was The Rat, one which opened on to the balcony. who suddenly saw who was approach - Each piece ,of furniture in it, the mg and swung forward. His face hangings, the tapestries, and pictures was pale and haggard and he looked on the.. wall were all such as might worn and frightened. He dragged off well have found themselves adorning his cap and spoke in a voice which a museum. Marco remembered the ,was hoarse as a crow's. common report of his escort's favorite "God be thanked!" he said. "God amusement of collecting wonders and be thanked!" as people always said furnishing his house . with the things it when they received the Sign, - alone. others exhibited only as marvels •of But there was a kind of anguish in art and handicraft. : The place was his voice as well as relief. rich and mellow with exquisitely cho- "Aide-de-camp!"'' Marco cried out sen beauties. —The Rat had begged him to call In a massive chair upon the hearth: him so. "What have you been doing? sat a figure with bent head. It was Hog, long have you been here?" a tall old man with white hair and "Ever since I. left you last night," moustache. 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If Jiardasia herself had become a foe, instead of -a friendly neighbor, and had sent across the border gal- loping hordes of soldiery, there would only. have been shrieks, and home burnings, and slaughter which no one dare resist. But, so far, Jiardasia had remained peaceful. The two boys one of them on crutches—had evident- ' ly trave.sd `far on foot. Their poor clothes were dusty and travel -stained, and they stopped and asked for wat Ier at the first hut across the line: The one who walked without crutches had some coarse bread in a bag slung ov- 1er his shoulder, and they eat on the • roadside and ate it as if they were `hungry. The old grandmother who lived alone in the hut sat and stared l at thein without any curiosity. She 1 may have vaguely wondered why any one crossed into Samavia in these -!days. But she did not care to know their reason. Her big son had lived in a village which belonged to the more centuries ' II When the gardens had been thrown `d• " d u 'father has prepared! 51rains will' arrive at and depart from Cirinton as follows: Bigal'o and Goderich Div; uGoing East, depart 7.03 a.m. Going East,. depart 8.00 p.na ''Going West, depart 11.46 p.m. Going West, depart 10,00 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce ;Going North, ar. 1121, lve. 17..47 p.m. going South ar. 2.50,' leave 3.08 p.m. was opened, and the corridor disclos- ed was beautiful also, though it had an air of quiet aloofness .which was not so much secret as private. A perfect though narrow staircase mounted from it to the next floor. After ascending it, the Prince led the way through a short corridor and stopped at the door at:the end of it. "Wegoing in here," he said TFIURS,, SEPT. 9, 1937 blarauovitch and he had been called out to fight for his lords. He had. not wanted to fight and had not known what the quarrel was about, but he was forced to obey. He. had kissed his handsome wife and four sturdy' children, blubbering aloud when he left them. His village and his good crops and his house must be left behind. Then the Iarovitch swept through the pretty little cluster . of homesteads which belonged to their enemy. They were mad with rage because they had met with great los- ses in a battle not far away, and, as they swooped through,. they burned and killed, and trampled down fields and vineyards., The olcl woman's son never saw either the burned walls of his house or the bodies of his wife and children, because he had been killed himself in the. battle for which the Iarovitch were revenging them- selves. Only- the old grandmother who lived in the hut near the' frontier line and stared vacantly at the passers-by remained alive. She wearily gazed at people and wondered why she did not hear news from her son and her grandchildren. But that was all. When the boys were over the fron- tier and well on their way along the roads, it;was not difficult to keep i, out of sight if it seemed necessary. The country was mountainous • and there were deep and thick forests by the way :forests so far-reaching and with such thick and rgrowth that sill -grown men could! easily have hid- den themselves. It was because of this, perhaps, that this part of the country had seen little fighting. There was too great opportunity for secure ambush for a foe: As the two travelers went on, they heard of burned villages nearer ilelzarr. and other fortress -defended cities, or they were in the country surround- ing the- castles and estates of power- ful nobles and leaders. It was true, 'as Marco had said to the white-hair- ed personage,: that the Maranovitch and Iarovitch had fought with the • savagness of, hyenas until at last the forces of each side lay torn and bleed- ing, their strength, their resources, their supplies exhausted', eek Continued nextweek), $32,000 PRIZE LIST Y•EAR N-101;�,l+� � i1 i1 PLAN for a day or two at Western Ontario's own exhibition. This year will surpass all previous efforts for agricultural, industrial, scien- tific and home exhibits. BIG VERY DAY S SEPT.13-18 SecrD. etary 137 �- 71 04 h NDON'eONTARIO were weary. Marco's companion crossed the room and stood -beside him, speaking in a lowered voice. Marco could not at first hear what he said. 'He him- self stood 'quite still, waiting. The white-haired man lifted his head arid' listened.' It seemed as though almost PICOBAC, PIPE TOBACCO. 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