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BEGIN HERE TO -DAY.
A ove,ist seeks nocturnal adventure.
He walks up Viking Square where he
eees an elderly English parlormaid
standing on the steps of a house.
When the maid sees him she jumps
down the steps and with piteous ap-
peaI in her eyes cries: "Oh, Mr. Char-
lie, you've come at lost." The novelist
allows himself to be led into the house
in which he finds costly furnishings.
An elderly man in evening dress
comes toward him and greets him as
"Charlie,". He gets the impression
that both the man and the maid know
he is not their pian. The elderly man
informs him that his aunt is very ill .
and is waiting for him. The novelist
tells the maid and the man that he is
not the man they think he is but offers
to play his part in whatever drama
they have for hint.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
"Of course you can," I went on in
a reasonable voice. "Can't you see
that I am rather an adventurer? If
I weren't, should I have taken the risk;
of entering alone and unarmed a
strange house? When your maid:
called me Charlie, shouldn't I have
told her she'd made a mistake and I
gone en? , Come, tell me what this is
about, and I'll help you if I cam"
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Then, after a hesitation, a twinkle
came into the old man's eyes: "All
right, I will. Though it would have
been better if you'd said nothing. It
would have been more adventurous."
"If I'd said nothing," I" replied, "II
should have known Ness than I'm going
to know now, and the adventure would
have been less worth while. Now Mr..
Smith, shall ave say, tell . nee
what you want me to do."
After a pause, he began, first ein-
bar,assed, then fluent: "Look here. I'
pe you won't think this very uncon-
tional, but it simply couldn't be
1. The situation is this: My sis-1
lee is supposed to be your aunt,
ng upstairs very, very ill indeed.
s older• than.I am, over seventy,
e nos been in delicate health for
some time. Unfortunately, this after-
noon, as she was coming down stairs,
she slipped, and she has broken two
ribs. The doctor has been twice and
will be coming again a little later on,
I think. But he says that at her age
it's practically hopeless, that -she can't
live."
"Yes," I said, "I see. But why do
you.. "
"Well ..." he seemed a little em-
barrassed, "it's like this. She's very
weak because she's lost a lot of blood;
you see, I forgot to tell you that in
falling she also got a deep cut across
the forehead, just over the eyes. Now
you see, now you see," he went on ex-
citedly, "that's what makes it pos-
sible."
"Makes what possible?" I asked• in
a puzzled tone.
"Of course, I hadn't told you. I'm
sorry, but my brain's rather muddled.
What is the matter is that she is ask-
ing for my boy Charlie, He's always
been her favorite. You see, she never
married, so he's been like a son to her.
And she wants awfully ISadly to say
good-bye to him before she dies."
"Oh! I understand. So that's why?"
"Yes, of course. I do hope you'll
excuse this, but I told Pomfret to stop
any young man she met, a young inan
whose voice would be ... well, the
kid of voice she'd expect to hear."- He
stopped, panting, his excitement niak_
ing him speechless.
"All right," I said. "What you want
me to do is to see her and impersonate
Mr. Charlie. I'm willing to make her
happy, poor old lady. But, by the way,
she'll know me."
"No, of course, she won't. • Didn't
I tell you, owing to that cut in the
forehead,her eyes are bandaged.
Now -.
At that moment there was a ring
at the bell. The elderly man .swore
under his breath, went to the door and
opened it. There entered a large man
whose black bag and frock coat ex-
posed him as the doctor.
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"Oh, doctor," said the Man, In a
hesitating tome "I didn't expect yQu
sQ earq again."
I :heard vague whispered remarks.
I gathered that, though the 'chances
were small, the doctor had thought
Well to return eariya At last Oxy host
came back to me and said: "I do hope
you'll forgive me. But yeu won't be
long, doctor, will you? No? But, look
here," he went on, addressing axe
again,, "1 wonder if you'd mind wait,
ing ten minutes, not more, perhopy
only live, in the dining room? Just a
moment, doctor, please."
I found myself in the dining-roorm,
seated at a tableon which were de-
canters of brandy and whisky, while
the footsteps of the two men echoed.
up the stairs. "Well," I thought, "now
you've done it." . When I looked shout
me, the effect of luxury was carried
out on a larger scale, by pictures, one
of which, without the slightest doubt,
was a Rembrandt. I wondered what
actually I had been brought in for. I
did not believe my host. That he should
bring me in to comfort an old lady
at her last hour, that he should pick
any stranger front the street in 'this
plous attempt would be believable only
if he loved his sister beyond descrip-
tion. But there had been no words of
Clove, no signs of agony. He was not
sitting with her when I arrived. He
was quite willing to leave her. It
wasn't that; it was something else,
something darker...
It was at that moment that I be-
came conscious of a sound in the dis-
tance. A regular sound. As if some-
body were driving in a nail. I :listened
acutely. I could not hear it again.
Next door, perhaps. Absurd! People
didn't drive in nails at three o'clock
in the morning. There it was again,
faint but persistent. I tiptoed to the
doorway and listened. It came persist-
ently, a muffled, regular. sound. Sud-
denly I had the instinct rather than.
the certainty that the person who was
making the sound could have made a l
louder sound, that the person was
afraid, was throwing out a signal. The
conviction rushed into my mind that,
somewhere, somebody was .locked up,
and was faintly tapping at the door,
"Oh," she murmured, 'thank you
for letting me out."
having heard me come, fearfully seek-
ing release. I listeried. I could not
locate the sound at rst. Then I real-
ized that it came from the back of the
hall. Still on tiptoe -el went out into
the hall and opened a door at the end.
This led only into a little washing
place. But the sound came again. It
was behind pie now. Of course: the
room behind the dining room. I tried
the handle; the door was locked! And,
as I touched the handle, the tapping
within became louder, grew more
rapid, more febrile. The key was in
the lock. Evidently everybody in the
house was in the plot to keep the per-
son within. I turned the key: before
nye, lit up by strong lights, stood a
woman, aged about forty, her mouth
quivering, her face stained with tears.
She was so breathless with excitement
that at first she could not speak. Her
appearance surprised me. I saw now
that she was more than forty, but she
had a strange, tragic beauty, and was
! clad in an' evening frock or which I
could recognize the fashion and the
price. About her neck, too, were sev-
eral rows of pearls. There existed a
cruel contrast between the luxury of
her appearance. and the expression of
her features. She was faded and
wrinkled, and her cheeks were wet
with tears, but I could see by the
straightness and delicacy of the nose,
the shape of the lips, and the length of
the -•eyelashes, that this woman had
once been beautiful. Perhaps a long
life of suffering had ruined her love-
liness.
"Oh," she unurmuired, "thank you
for' letting me out," I Was minded
to ask her why they had locked her
in, but knew..that she would tell me
more easily if I kept silence. "I heard
r
everythin(„°0 she went on in n rapid
•:niurtnur. "I heard thein bring you in."
"Yes, of course," I went on, adding
provocatively, :. "I'rn Charlie."
She had actually jumped back, anti',
spread her hands . before her; as if
fearing a blow; "Don't!" she Whisper -
'Ode' "Please , . don't say you're the
same as they, that you're in the plot.'',
"No, of course not,"' I replied. "I
shouldn't have let you out if I had
been. I'm oily a stranger brought in
to see an old lady upstairs who's dy-
ing; just to give her pleasure for a
moment,"
The fear had gone out of her eyes.
She half smiled: "Oh, surely you don't
believe that," she said.,.
"Then what am I to believe?" . .
She looked me up and down, as if
estimating me, as if trying a guess ia.
my loyalty. Then, with a shrug of the
shoulders, as rf she were desperate,
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and must confide in a stranger, she
said:
"I'd better tell 'you everything. It
can't do any harm, and perhaps you
can help. The lady you're going to see
is my mother."
"He told me that she hadn't mar-
ried, and ... "
"Lies, all lies. Are you. surprised?"
"Well . . not exactly. Go on."
"The man you've seen," the woman
went on, "is not my mother's brother
at -all. He's her third cousin, and he's
bad, bad. There's only one man worse,
and that's Charlie, his son. Oh, it
makes me weep to think how my mo-
ther had always loved Charlie." In a
tearful tone, she said: "Charlie's a
criminal. I don't know how it is. He
wasn't poor. He had every chance,
but he's always been like that. He was
expelled from school, sent down from
college , . . for stealing. He's been in
gaol twice. And what's more .. .
after all, .he's my cousin."
She was quite close to me, so I took
her hand and held it fast, suggesting
sympathy. It must be pairiful for her
to tell a stranger such a story, even
of a distant relative. "Go on," I said.
"You'd better tell pie everything."
"I will. Do you know why they
want him to -night? It isn't just• to
please mother. They'd kill her if they
dared. If they weren't frightened of
the doctor. No! Mother's always been
fond of Charlie, and when she made'
her will she left him something for
himself. She makes him call her'.
Auntie. But during the last few years
she has hated me."
(To be continued.)
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"Did some friend give yon that bot-
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"That remains "to be seen—and
tasted."
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He had come down' to Barham for
the week -end, and, having adjourned
to the Iocal inn, he soon found a man'.
to take him round the historic old spot
and show him the sights.
After spending a most pleasant and.
remunerative morning. the guide and
the visitor were 'returning to the, lat-
ter's hotel when they came across a
very,old man—in fact, he was the old-
est inhabitant of the village.
"One hundred and two!" exclaimed
the visitor on hearing of the old man's'
age. "One hundred and. tw.o! I sup-
pose the townspeople are Mighty proud
of hint."
"I duan," responded the native.
"Bis reeord ain't so much. He ain't
done nothin' in this town 'cent grow
old, an' it took him a darn long time
to do that."
The best story of the dark days in
Europe comes down to. us from the
Monk of Padua, -who, in 1260, wrote as''
follows:
"Religious fears exerted upon the
people so strong an influence that meal
of noble and of igxoble birth, old and,
young, traversed the streets of all
Italy naked, yet without shame. Each
carried a scourge with which he drew
blood from his tortured body, amidst
sighs and tears, singing at the saindl.
time penitential psalms and entreating,
the compassion of the Diety. Both by
day and by eight and even in the cold-
est winters, by hundreds and by thous-
ands, they wandered through the
streets and villages and churches and
cities with _.burning wax tax dies.
Music was then silent and the songs' of
love echoed no more, nothing was I•
heard but atoning lamentations, The
most unfeeling •oould not reff'ain from
tears."
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first century, when both clergy and
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chains and rods, and it was not until
1418 that the practice began to stop.
In the coluitry districts of ,Spain and
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certain days of the• year•.
Dignified silence is often the result
of not . knowing what to say—i,c.,
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