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THE CLINTON NEWS -RECORD
"THE
i3OS"� PRINCE"
By
Frances Hodgson
triiett:.
SYNOPSIS
Marco Loristan was the kind of a
'boy people looked at the second time
when they, had looked at him once.
Ile was a well-built boy of 12, intelli-
gent looking, and well-mannered. IIe
and his father had travelled a great
•galeal and the boy was proficient in
.several languages, so that he felt at
borne in whatever, country he was
-staying, Marco knew, that they were
'Aainavians, that there was trouble
and bloodshed in Samavia at present.
-Fits father had told him the story of
the Lost Prince, who might one day
'return to Sainavia and restore order
.and peace. At present the Loristan's
-are in London, England, and Marco
shad aneountered several interesting
;people, among them, "The Rat," a
•er,ippled 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
thundred years ago. A secret society,
+with members in many European
.countries, were preparing to put his
descendant on the throne of Sauna -
'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 hire 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 seeins very in-
terested in him. She seems destined
to play a pact in Incilife.
Events which follow prove hento
be end enemy agent, and by a clever
trick Marco is captured and closely
questioned, but reveals nothing of
,giants, and with determination in
their strong jaws. There were many
of theee, Marco 'saw, and in each
man's eyes, whether he were young
'or old,, glowed a steady unconquered'
'flame. They had been beaten so often
they had 'been oppressed and robbed,
but in the eyes of each one was this
unconquered' Elaine which, throughout
all the long tragedy of years had
been handed down from father to son,
It was this which had gone on
through centuries, keeping its oath
and forging its swords in the caverns
of the earth, and which to -day was-
waiting. '
The old priest laid. his hand on
Marco's shoulder; and gently pushed
him before him through the crowd
which had parted to make way for
them. lie' did not stop until the two
stood in the very midst of the circle,
which fell back gazing wonderingly,
Marco cooked up at the old, man be-
cause for several seconds he did not
speak. It was plain that he did not
speak because he also was .excited,
and could not. He opened his lips
and his voice seemed to fail him.
Then he tried again and spoke so
that all could hear—even the men at
the back or the gazing circle.
"My children," he said, "this is the
son of Stefan 'Loristan, and he conies
to bear the Sign. My son," to Marco,
"speak!"
Then Marco understood what he
wished, and also what he felt. He felt
it himself, that magnificent uplifting
gladness as he spoke, holding his
black head high and lifting his right
hand.
"The Lamp is Lighted, brothers!"
he cried. "The Lamp is Lighted!"
The Rat; who stood apart,
watching, thought that the world
within the cavern had gone mad!
Wild siSiothered cries broke forth men
caught each other in passionate em-
braces, they fell upon their knees,
they clutched one another sobbing.
they wrung each other's hands, they
Leaped in the air. It was as if they
could not bear the joy of hearing that
the end of their waiting had come at
last. They rushed upon Marco, and
fell at his feet. The Rat saw big
peasants kissing his shoes, his hands,
every scrap of his clothing they eoud
seize. The wild circle swayed and
closed in upon Biro,until The Rat was
afraid. He did not know that over-
powered by thisfrenzyof emotion,
his own excitement was making him
;:halve from head to foot like a leaf,
and that tears were streaming down
his cheeks. The swaying crowd hid
Marco from him, and he begat to
fight his way towards him because
his excitement increased his fear. The
eestacy almost ceased to be sane.
Marco was only a boy. They did not
know how fiercely they were pressing
upon him and keeping away the very
air,
"Don't kill him! Don't kill him!"
yelled The Rat, strugging forward.
"Stand back, you fools! I'm his aide-
de -camp! Let me pass!"
Acid' though no one understood his
English, one or two suddenly remem-
bered thy had seen him enter with
the priest and so gave way. But
just then the old priest himself lift-
ed his hand above the crowd, and
spoke in a voice of stern command.
"Stand back, my children!" h e
cried. "Madness ,is not the homage
you must bring to the son of Stefan
Loristan. Obey! Obey! .lis voice
had a power in it that penetrated ev-
en the wildest herdsmen. The fren-
zied mass swayed back and left space
about Marco, whose face The Rat
could at last see. It was very white
with emotion, and in his eyes there
was a look which was like awe.
The Rat pushed forward until he
stood beside him. He did not know
that he almost sobbed as he spoke.
your aide-de-camp, he said.
"Pm going to stand here! Your fath-
er sent me! I'm under orders! I
thought they'd crush you to death."
He glared at the circle about thein
as if, instead of worshippers dis-
h aught with adoration, they had been
enemies. The old priest seeing him,.
touch Marco's arni.
"Tell him he need not fear," he
said. "It was only for the first few
moments. The passion of their souls.
drove them wild. They are your
slaves."
"Those at the backmight have
pushed the front ones on until they
trampled you under foot in spite of
themselves!" The Rat persisted.
"No," said Marco. ."They would
have stopped if I had spoken,"
"Why didn't you speak then?"
snapped The Rat.
"All they felt was for Samavia, and
for my father," Marco said, "and for
the Sign. I felt as they did."
' The Rat was somewhat softened. It ed forward and took in his hand a
was true, after all. How could he cord which hung from the veiled pie -
have tried to quell the . outburst of Lure—he drew it and the curtain fell
their worship for Loristan --- of the apart. There seemed to' stand gaz-
country he was saving for them—of ing at' them from between its folds
the Sign which called them to free- a tall kingly youth with deep eyes in
dour? He could not. which the stars of God were stilly
Then followed a strange and,: pie- shining, and with a smile wonderful
tisvesque ceremonial. The priest went to behold. Around the heavy locks of
about among the encircling crowd his Meek hair the long dead, painter
and spoke to one man after another of missals had set a paint glow of
--sometimes to a group. A larger light like a. halo.
circle we' formed. As the pale old "Son of Stefan Loristan," the old
Irian . moved about, The Rat felt as if priest said, in a shaken voice, "it is
some religious ceremony were going the Lost Prince! It is Ivor!"
each of them found himself lean ng
forward, staring with almost unbe-
lieving eye"s, not at the priest or hie
.staff, but at the rock itself!
. It was moving! Yes, it 'moved.
The priest , stepped aside and it
slowly turned, as if worked by, a lev-
er. As it turned, it gradually reveal-
ed a chasm of darkness dimly light-
ed, and the priest spoke to Marco.
"There are hiding -places like this all
through Samavia," he said. "Patience
and misery have waited long in them.
what he knows. Later he' escapes, They are the caverns of the Forgers
and shortly afterward he and The of the Sword. Come!"
Rat are sent out as agents of the
Cause to various cities, wherethey
are to comniuuicate with various per-
.sons.
The boys have practically complet- Many times since their journey had
ed their mission and have crossed the begun the boys had found their
border into. Samavia. They 'Bear of hearts beating with the thrill and ex -
towns and villages destroyed in the citement of things. The story' of
bitter fight between the Maranovitch which, their lives', had been a part
and Iarovitch, who have fought so was a pulse -quickening experience.
fiercely that their resources have'' But as they carefully made their way
been, almost depleted. Food is scarce,' down. the steep steps leading seem -
and a hopeless attitude is evident ingly into the bowels of the earth,
among the people with whom the boys both Marco and The Rat felt as
come in contact. It appears that the though the old priest must hear the
wearing countries nlusz soon give up thudding in their young sides.
the bitter struggle. I "'The Forgers' of the Sword.' Re-,
member every word they say," The
!Rat. whispered, "so that you can tell
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CHAPTER XXVII ,,
"It is the Lost Prince. It is Ivor!"
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY it to me afterwards. Dont forget
Marco translated.•`anything! I wish I knew. Samavian."
I At the foot of the steps stood the
Then the priest looked at The Rat man who was evidently the sentinel
and slowly nodded his head. Yes, who worked the lever that turned
he said. "He '-new best He always
the rock. He was a big burly peas -
knows best. That I see. ant with a good watchful face, and
How did you know I was my Esti- the priest gave him a greeting and a
er's son?" aelcad Marco. "You have blessing as he took from him the
seen hint?" 'lantern he held out.
"No," was the answer; "but I have They went through a narrow and
seen a picture which is said to be his dark passage, and down some more
image—and you are the picture's self. steps, and turned a corner into an -
It is, indeed, a strange thing that two other corridor cut out of rock and
of God's creatures should be so alike. earth. It was a wider corridor, but
i There is ' a purpose in it." He lei still dark, so that Marco and The Rat
.them into his bare small house and walked some yards before their eyes
trade them rest, and drink goat's became sufficiently accustomed to the
utills, and eat food. As he moved dim light to see that the walls them-
about the but -like place, there was a selves seemed made of arms stocked
mysterious and exalted look on his closely together.
face.
"Youmust be refreshed before we "The Forgers of the Sword!" The
H. T. RANCE
'Notary Public, Conveyancer
Financial. Real Estate and Fire In-
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Division Court Office. Clinton
.leave here," he said, at last. "I am Rat was unconsciously mumbling to
going to take you to a place hidden himself, "The Forgers of the Sword!"
in the mountain where there are men It must have taken years to cut
whose hearts will leap at the sight of out the rounding passages they
you. To see you will give them new threaded their way through, and long -
power and courage and new resolve. er years to forge the solid bristling
Tonight they meet as they or their walls: But The Rat remembered the
ancestors have met for centuries, but story the stranger had told his drun-
now they are nearing the end of ken father, of the few mountain
their waiting And I shall bring herdsmen who, in their savage grief
them the son of Stefan Loristan, who and wrath over the loss of their
Wrank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. is the Bearer of the Sign!" I prince, had banded themselves to-
They ate the bread and cheese and gether with a solemn oath which had
r-gaSud ces Soo W. Notary, Public drank the goat's milk he gave thein, been handed. down from generation to
Succesookr to W. Brydggpne, nf.L'. but Marco explained that they did generation. The Samavians were a
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not need rest as they had dept all long-memoried people, and the fact
D. H. McINNES day. They were prepared to follow that their passion must be smother -
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tinges they seemed to be walking a- dark years—the soul of their Lost
round the mountain, sometimes they Prince would be among them once
were climbing, sometimes they drag- more, and that they would kneel at
rod themselves over rocks or fallen the feet and kiss the hands of hint
trees. or struggled through almost for whose body that soul had been re -
impassable thickets; more than once born. And for the last hundred years
they descended into ravines and, al- their number and power, and their
most at the risk of their lives, clavi- hiding places had so increased that
ber•ed and drew themselves with the Sainiavie was at last honeycombed
aid of the undergrowth up the other with them. And they only waited,
side. The Rat was called upon to use breathless,—for. the Lighting of the
all his., prowess, and sometimes Mai- Lamp,
co and the priest helped him across The old priest knew how breath-
obstacles with theroid of his crutch. lessly, and he knew what he was
"Haven't I shown to -night wheth- bringing them. Marco and The Rat,
er I'm a „Apple or not?" he said anee in spite of their fond boy -imaginings
to Marco. "You can tell him about were not quite old enough to know
his can't y ? A d th t the cent how fierce and full of flaming eager -
Officers: t ou n a peas the breathless waiting of savage
President, Alex. Broadfoot, Sea-' ches helped instead of being in the
forth; Vice -President, Thomas Moy- way?„" 'full-grown men could be. But there
+Secretary-Treasurer,out earl two ' tense -strung thrill in knowing
inn, Seaforth; was a
They had'been nearly M
Directors —. A. Reid, SAIextliBroadfoot,' Sea- hours when they came to a place 'that they who were being led to
forth; James °Jholciice Walton; Wil- where he undergrowth was thick and.Ithem were
the Bearers of the Sign.
Liam Knox, Londesboro;' Chris. Leon- . t • e had fallen crashin down, `The Rat went hot and cold; he gna}w-
a huge tre g I r
4iardt, Dublin; James Connolly, God—among it in some storm: Not far., ed his fingers as'he went. He could
Crich; Thomas Moylan, Seaforth; W. almost have shrieked aloud, in the
R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex. Maw- from the tree 'was an outcropping
intensity of his excitement,' when the
"Arg,' Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton. rock. Only the top of it was to be y
List of Agents: W. J. Yeo, Clin- seen above the heavy tangle. old priest: stopped before a' big black
Con R R. No. 3; James 'Watt, Bl th r had Hushed their. wa through i door!'
Y , L 7hy Y I
John E. Pepper, Brucefield, R. R. , i hes anti our stn - Marco made no sound. Excitement
No. 1; R. F. McKercher, Dublin. R. R.I. rho ;angle of bt s Y g p ' or danger• always made him look. tall
No. Chas. F. Hewitt, Kincardine; ing's, led by their companion. They
R. G. Jarinuth, Bornholm, R. R. No. 1.1 did not know where they would be and quite pale. He looked both now.
Any mono to be aid may be aid : led next and "were prepared to push The priest touched the door, and
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to the Royal Bank. Clinton; Banlr of (forward further when the priest stop- it opened.
'Commerce, Seaforth. or at Calvin 1 They were looking into an immense
!Critt's Grocery, God'erich. pod by the outcropping rock. He' -
i i i to effect insur- stood silent a few minutes—quite mo- .cavern. Its walls and roof •were lined
Parties ans ring with arms—guns,,swords, bayonets,
once or transact other business will tionless—as if he were listening'to
he promptly attended to on applica- the forest and the night. But there javelins, daggers, pistols, every
tttdll ess There was not weapon a desperate man might use.
vas uer s n
ion toany of the above officers ad-
'dr'essed to their respective post Offi-
ces. 'Losses inspected by the director.
who lives nearest the scene.
'CANADiA . a ATIO II &.WAYS+
TIME TABLE
'Trains will arrive at and depart from
Clinton as follows:
'Biiffaln and Codericb Ilio.
'Going East, depart 7.03 a.m.
Going East, depart 3.00 pant.
Going West, depart: 11.45 p.m.
,Going ' West, depart 10.00 p.m.
'London, 'Huron & Brute
,Going' North, ar, 11.25 lve. 11.47 p.m.
-eying South ,ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m.
even a 'breeze to stir a leaf, or a The place was full of men, who turn -
half -wakened bird to sleepily chirp. ed toward the door when it opened.
He struck the rock with his staff They all made obeisance to the priest
—twice, and then twice again. but Marco realized almost at the
Marco and The Rat stood with bat- same instant that they Started on
ed breath. "seine. that he was not alone.
They 'did not waitY
long. Presently' They were a strange and pictures-
, que crowd
ictures-,quecrowd as they stood under, their
I canopy of weapons in the lurid torch-
light., Marco saw atonce that they
were men of all classes, though all
were alike roughly dressed. There
were huge mountaineers, and plains;
men young and, mature in years.
Some of the biggest were men with
white hair but with the bodies of
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a Sort of stone dies. There the priest
asked Marco to stand, with his aide-
cle-Camp on the lower level in atten-
dance. A knot of the biggest herds-
men went out and returned. Each ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY
carried a huge sword which had per- TO HELP THIS FALL
l .AT OTHER NEWSPAPERS ARE'SAYiNG
harps been of the earliest made in the
dark clays gone by. The bearers
formed themselves into a line on
either side of Marco. They raised
their swords 'and formed a pointed
arch above his head and a passage
twelve sten long. When the points
first clashed together The Rat struck
himself hard upon his breast. His
exultation was too keen to endure.
He gazed at Marco standing still—in
that curiously splendid way in which
both he and his father could stand
still—and wondered how he could do
it. He looked as if he were prepared
for any strange thing 'which could
happen to him—because he was "un-
der orders." The Rat icnew that he
was doing whatsoever he did merely
for his father's sake. It was as if
he felt that he was representing his
father, though he was a mere boy;
and that bcause of this, boy as he
was, he must bear himself nobly and
remain outwardly undisturbed,
At the end of the arch of swords,
the old priest stood and gave a sign
to one plan after another. When the
sign was given to a man he walkedt
under the arch to the dais, and there
knelt and, lifting Marco's hand to his;
lips, kissed it with passionate fervor.!
Then he eet reed to the place he had'
left. One after another knelt, one:
after another kissed the brown young
band, rose and went away. Some-
times The Rat heard a few words
which sounded almost like a murrain,
al grayer, sometimes he heard a sob
as a shaggy head bent, again and a-
gain he saw eyes wet with tears.
Once,or twice Marco spoke a few Sa-
mavian words, and the face of the
man spoken to flamed with joy. The
Rat, had time to see, as Marco had
seen, that. many of the faces were
not those of peasants. Some of them`
were dear cut and eubtle and of the
type of scholars or nobles. It took
u long time for them all to kneel and
kiss the lad's hand, but no man om-
itted the ceremony; and when at, last
itwas at an end, a strange silence fil-
led the cavern. They stood and gaz-
ed at each other with burning eyes.
The priest moved to, Marco's side,
and stood near the altar. He lean -
About seventy per cent of the
farm; ut Saskatchewan have no crop
this year. There is nothing green. It
is hard for one to imagine the pre-
vailing scene of desolation. But the
people are there, six hundred thous-
and of them. And they have had no
crop, many of them, for seven or
eight years.
Rev. Dr. George Dorey tells of
sexing men rebuilding a grain eleva-
tor where there has been no crop for
four years and no crop this year.
The building was unsafe and had been
condemned and the peen thought it
was a good time to get it ready for
next year's crop. In another com-
munity when the theemometn-r stood
at 100, he saw men rebuilding a skat-
ing rink. There was no water but
they hoped there would be water by
next winter. And they were positive-
ly sure it would freeze!
When you see a man out there
harvesting Russian thistle for cattle
fodder, you are sure he is trying
hard to keep independent. And they
are actually trying to get the agri-
cultural research people to produce
a better type of Russian thistle. In
the drought area they have increased
their cattle population by twenty per
cent in six years in an effort to keep
going. Surely the determination,
persistence and courage of those ;wes-
tern folks, a large proportion of
whom came from Western Ontario, is
beyond all praise.
Every fall, for the past five or six
years many carloads of Ontario fruit,
vegetables and clothing have found
their way west for the purpose of
easing the lot of the drought suffer -1
ers. This kindly gesture on the part
of their brothers of the East, has
been tremendously appreciated in
Saskatchewan. Last year 300 cars
were shipped. This year, with condi-
tions the worst yet, it is hoped that!
the generous folic of this province
may make it five hundred carloads. i
—St. Marys Journal-Argus.1
A CHANGE IS NEEDED
Mr. Hepburn's pronouncementi with
respect to the liquor issue is at once
a confession and a promise. It is a
confession that he finds a consider-
able body of electoral opinion criti-
•
cal of the liquor administration. It
is a prbmise that he will, if returned
to power alter the method of "con-
trol" which has heretofore prevailed.
He indicates that he will appoint a
managing commission consisting of a
supreme court judge, a Liberal inem-
ber of the Legislature and a Conner-
votive member of, the Legislature,
thus, he says, abolishing any idea of
a tollgate in future, •
j Whether a supreme , court judge
to be performed. Watching it from Then every man in the room fell and -
fres t tolast he was thrilled to the his knees Even the men who had
core.: upheld the archway 'of swords drop-,
' At the end of the cavern a block ped their weapons with a crash ands
of stone had been cut out to look like knelt also. Ile was their saint -this
an altar, It was covered with white, boy! Dead for five hundred years,.
and against the wall above it hung
a large picture veiled by a curtain.
From the' roof there swung before it
he was their saint still.
"Ivor!• Ivor!" the voices broke in-
to a heavy murmur. "Ivor! Ivor!"
an ancient lamp of metal suspended As if they chanted a litany.
by chains. In front of the altar was Marco started forward, staring at
1
•
the picture, his breath caught in his
throat, his lips apart. '
"But—but—i" he stammered, "but
if my father were as young as he is
—he would be like him!"
"When you are as old as he is, you
will be like him—You!" said the
priest. 'And he let the curtain fall.
(Continued Next 'Week) I'
would have time to study and man-
age the liquor administration of this
Province may be doubted, Whether
members of the Legislature should
be mixed up in it is also open to
question. But undoubtedly a change
is needed, and the change should be
one of policy as well as personnel.
That is, there should be an effort to
control and restrict the sale of liquor
to the greatest possible degree in-
stead of encouraging its sale, as has
sometimes appeared to bethe case in
the past. The object should be, noti
to put a beer parlor wherever there
is an excuse for one, but to locate
them only where there is an obvious.
demand . There are too many bever-
age rooms in localities where they
are not wanted by the majority of the
people.
If Mr, Hepburn's pronouncement is
an indication that he realizes this, it
is all to the good. But his oppone
ents will undoubtedly reply that he
might well have realized it earlier.
—Toronto Star.
DO PEOPLE WANT
HONEST GOVERNMENT
With a provincial election coming
on, how many peopee are going to
say to themselves as they walk to the
polls: "Now, I want an honest gov-
ernment." The correct answer is:
Not very many. Or it may be that
while in the abstract they want an
honest government, in the concrete
they want a representation to which
they may go for favors, which will
snake concessions to them personally,
without regard for the genera! good.
Those of the people' who are hide
bound by :partyism know what they
want. That is the taking. over of
power by the party to which they
give allegiance, whether it be Liberal
or Conservative. And while there are
some few true Liberals and Conserva-
tives, who give that allegiance from
disinterested motives, the breed is
dying out. Today more Liberals and
Conservatives are actuated by mo-
tives of expediency. To put it blunt
ly, they work for the party because
they seek party patronage after the
election. They are not concerned a-
bout honesty in government but in
whose garden the political plums fall.
Nor are the voters of independent
mind more concerned with honesty in
government, because government as
we know it today is too widely dis-
sociated from the individual. The
average voter will hear charges of
double dealing, perhaps of `specula-`
tion or of bribe taking and giving,
and he will not feel that it is his con-
cern. He does not realize that he is
the government: And he would.pre-
fer a representative who overrode
the laws of the people to do him a
favor, or who gave him or a relative
a job, even though it meant a woe-
ful waste of public monies, rather
than an upright legislator, who acted
for the interests of the whole people,
instead of the individual.'
C Hopesty in government is a virtue
to be admired :when it does not con-
flict with the well-being of the indi-
victual who is admiring it.
—Fort Erie Olimes-Reviews