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SEAFORTH - • ' ONTARIO
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Phone 11,3,
Seaforth
Phone 173
MEDICAL
SEAFORTH. CLINIC
DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B.
Graduate of University of Tbronto
The Clinic is fully • equipped with
complete and modern X-ray and other
up-to-date 'diagnostic and therapeutic§
equipmeet.
• PHONE 26 - SEAFORTH
JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
IN DR. .H. H. ROSS' OFFICE
Phones: Office •5-oy Res. 54
Seaforth
MARTIN W.STAPLETON, B.A., M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
Successor to' Dr.. W. C. Sproat
Phone 90-W Seaforth
DR. F. J. R. FORS'TE.R
•Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
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HOTEL, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED-
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to 4.30 P::m.;' also at Seaforth •Clinic
first Tuesday of each month 53
Waterloo,:Street South,, Stratford.
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• Phone 110 Hensall
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Hensall
. Phone 56
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LONDON and CLINTON
NORTH
London, Lv.
Exeter
A.M.
9.00
10.17
Hensall • 10,34
Bippen 10.43
Brucefield.'10:55
Clinton, Ar,- 11.20,
At:,
SOUTH
P.M.
Clinton, Lv. .3.10
Brucefield - '' 3.32
. Kippen 3.44
Hensall ' , . 3.53
Exeter . ' 4.,10
London,. Ar. ...... 5.25
C.N.R. TIME .TABI4E
EAST
A.M., P.M.
t;Eoderich' ' ... 6.15 2.30
Holmesville - ... 6.31 2:50'.
Clinton 6.43 3.03
Heaforth 6:59 3.21
St. Columban . 7.05 :' 3.27
Dublin - ,.. 7.12 3.35
Mitchell, ,• 7,25 ,, 3'.47
., ...
Mitchell WEST 11:27 10;33
Dublin 11.37 ' 10.44
St: Columban •:;... 11-A0 •
Seaforth 11.51 10.56
Clinton' 12.04 11.1
Goderich 12,85 • 11.35
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(Ceontinued from'last week)... edheedeing"voipe,',a' n ei plode when
Amongst,,, all those houses at that the devil is atitis elbaW and speaking
•time, the one kept by O'ShaughneBsy temptation through 'bra 'hips•: "It's
was of moot evil repute. Up a dark .only quitting one neaster'to serve an.-
passage.
n-passage. where never a lamp was other. One ship's better than another
lighted it lay like •a hunted man in. and same voyages worse , than the
hiding behind the tallest . houses• on last,' Strike me!' ath'•t- it a free :conn -
the quay. •Two roams there were on, try, and car}'t a urian serve where he
the -ground-floor, one screening the likes?" . '
other with an apparent show 'o! hon- I . "Oh, but I've signed on,' said the
est poverty. .On the floor above were :other; and he spat upon the floor, as
other apartments, where men slept in C though his conscience lay there. and
their heavy slumber in such filth and
vice as .make no story ,better fon. the -
telling, •• ,.....,,: ,.. .
•
,O'Shauehnessneleimself was an evil
thing to `look at, never appearing in
the. town in the light of day, never
;quitting the seclusion of his • hiddng-
place till the night had become a
''cloak he wore about his bending
shoulders. l` '
With his straw-colored tails of hair
fast fading to a dingy. grey and cut
long in a line around his . drooping
shoulders; with 'the pale. narrow eyes
he had and the loose an& sensuous.
mouth; with the unhealthy pallor of
his cheeks; on which never a hair; had
.grcwn to•make a man :it him; he look-
ed like one of the• vicious petroleuses,
those ancient hags of Paris, who
crept the streets like vermin through
all the horror of the siege.
Scare a• -word he said to those sea-
faring men, the scum the sea washes
out -of the corners of th•e world. They
came, into his house when '.the nights
Were dark; they went our before the
morn had broken. when his soft and,
clarnmy hand, held out to them to
take their money as they' 'departed,
was about as much transaction as
ever lie had with them, beyond at-
tending to their wants.
"The hole in -the .wall they called
that place, and many there were who.
lived in honest trading on the broad
quay -side who had .never so much' ,as,
heard of it. .But in far harbours, ov-
er the ,length and breadth -of- the
world, wherever ships congregated
still waters. and 'Men eame''close to
•gethe'r, telling their endless stories •of•.
the sea, that name was known .and
spoken of with a whispered voice, an
expressive raising of , the. eyebrows,
and a significant nodding of the head.,
The hole in the'wail! What a place
indeed for a prince to 'set„out from
on his journeys! But' the world has
places of no sweeter smelling perfume
than a giant's kitchen; with,, all' its
,dreads'ome odors -of, human blood.
Yet there is cleahi air with -he -tit
of lavender in it this story comes on,
-'hen all these•odors of vice andd'ilark
tress shall 4rave-•beene elea
used b -y. -the
winds that -purge and''ecatter, over the
broad bosom of the adventurous seas.
Till then the present '•must content
us, for it was to no other place than
this Charles Stuart went that even-
ing after the encounter with his
'father.
Nodding to O'Shaughnessy; which,
tion the' old" pari --acknowledged
by a drowsy closing of his eyes,;,,ae
passed through the outer room to that
beyond, and tool: his place in 'a far
•corner where he 'was. wont to sit.
G P:R. -TIME TABLE
'EAST
Goderieh
Meneset 4.49
,. 'Met aw - •1«... .
Auburn ... ,� 4.58
81yGh ' 5.09
Walton r . . - 5.21
McNaught
e !pronto
4.36
,_.. 4.40
WEST
9.45
Toronto ..........t.. c•. - . " .
P.M.
oh%ofSht•.::-:...,.t . 12.04
Walton 12.15'
T i " 1225
' Blyth:.
Auburn
McGaw ..:. *„r.11 . , :......•
Meneset a ...:
iOdeltibit, •L.wryrkr�'as •.a'.srd+
vera playing a
atable � _.
at 1 a
7w•o HienP y
.
"Mame of forty-five, with .g,,,r. asy cards
rill thumb.ecl and.smeared by reason
of their long 'Use in filthy,' hands.
Bowls of rum punch 'were steaming
beside them. Money lay in little
heaps on. the 'table. .They sat with
their, hands close together in long
silences, with the" ray of the oil lamp
picking out the bright circles of the
gold earrings in their ears.
• In an opposite .corner. to ,where. the
boy, was sitting, oblivious of. every' -
thing.. about -1,11.em
very'thing.•aboui.-_the,m in,'their drunken
siumbei , . a nigger lay- huddled in a
shapeless mass with iris arm about
the shawled head of a white woman
out of • the streets. His black hand
was spread across her face like " a
stain, as thotigh hiding her, features
front curious -eyes.'
1 was not to these he looked, but
towards two men, bent together in
low: and earnest conversation, spitting
excitedly at whiles upon the floor be-
tween their talking, drinking their
brandy neat, and 'ever demanding
-more from- that silent and watchful
figure of O'Shaughnessy, who seemed.
never to intrude, 'yet e ways to, be
present when drink, was wasted or a
pipe 1`o be filled..
The a•tmosihere in the room was
tinged• with • that faint and musty -
smelling -blue, the blue of smoke from
t.iie ,pipes of men who have dome and
.gone; of senbke that has no such ee-
capes,asthey, but intst drift in lines
and edcdes about' the imprisoned
room; of smoke that is dead and stale
'and •hangar upon the curtains like 'a
thing with clinging"clawft.
• But around -these two; as they sat
in the close commerce of talk, the
bright • 'bine smoke of the burning
pipes hung- like a • screening curtain,
which,' to .the lively imagination., of,
Charles ,Stuart, seemed to add a fas-
cination of secrecy to which his cur-
iositler„rose beyond the bounds of -all
control. It was from the°lips, of stroll
men, 'h's"°these these tales Were told,
whether in narrative or in bartered
:converse, 'pitched from one to the
.'other -those Wes that came id- be to
hiin like' breads sopped in steaming
Witte and put between his liiiiigry
lips.
`mored himself -"nearer t+y where
til,ey say an heard one Say in that.
12.89'
12.41
12.54
1410;
be would cover it' if he couldl. .
"Signed! Strewth! and what's a bit"
of paper? You put your mark to the.
thing afore you knew' there were . bet-
ter things gain':'
•• 1'"I• signed. my name," corrected the'
other, which, besides letting it be
known he could write, seetaed to
stand in his mind for deeper Compro-
mise. -
"Well, yam •signed• your name, which
is. a'damned 'sight „more than I' can
dol.: and what •difference does that
n}ake? A drop 'two wo more ink '*in'.t
'ping to send a man to damnation -
not that I know of. Well, anyhow,
there it is. You can take it or leave
it. 1 -ain't tryin't to .persuade you. We
wants a boy for the'deck cabin atn-id-
ships and a man torrard•, and we sail
tomorrow morning - daylight _ with
th'e tide.' •Fair winds, we, shall 'be in
Vera Cruz befpre you can turn •and
turn about..: You can clap more sail
on her than arty ship ever l had berth
in, and she'll ride into it like a knife.
Rip the guts out of a sea she will,
and leave it rollin' behind her as if
it was rio more than a ripple,"'
"Shan't I have to sign on 'fora re-
turn voyage?". inquired the other.
"What happens, then;,' when we get to
Cruz?"
"What happens?" replied the first
--and he' looked- at -his companion
through a diffusing volume of smoke
as though he were looking at a child
in wonder at its sinr,piicity. - "what
happens?" he repeated. "Why, we
goes ashore -that's what happens -
and we- joins the fbrces of General
Miramon, and there's loot, loot; loot,
every town w.e•come`•,t , till your eyes
'uci be sick looking at it' I tell yer
I'm no'fighting man. Let folks settle
their •quarrels themselves, I say. But
when it comes to swinging a cutlass
and' doing your man; with C;od knows
what •sort of a haul at the other ,end'
of it, it's :better".than fishing; I say,
or sittin' .about on -&' swabbed -down
deck, ',waiting for a creepin' wind. to
carry ' the 'cargo o'f -another' man's
goods, acid you answering -'Yes, sir,'
and 'No, sir,' and touchin' your bloom
in' . forehead- and_havuliug oji •them
halyards till yer die."
This much Cha'irles Stuart knew;
he talked of the fighting in Mexico.
General •Miramon was leader of the
rebel armies, seeking % to depose Ben
ito Juanez from the Presidency. For-
eigners in Mexico were being treated
as the scum of the earth,,. the whole
Country -was seething •in and. reeking
'of civil war. By reason of the injus-
tice done to,-European'settlers in the
country, there had. been tahk •'all• over
England, reaching Ireland too,,,_,of. a
fleet' of French and English ships be-
ing
sent out there, demanding repara-
tion.
ara-
tion. '
This was fighting sure enough, work
for a soldier, adventure for a man;
rind here .at last was c:Te, whatever
his 'motives, ready to swing:a, sword
and take the risk of life.
Young Stuart leant across the table
and touched the speaker's arm. ,
"What might 'be the na''me of your
ship?" be inquired, .while his' heart
was jumping about inside his:jacket
like a bird in a cage: •
•
"And what the hell is that to you?"
was the -answer he received.
This was talk direct enough and.
straight in all conscience.to the point:
But it, brought no such prostration of
fear to his mind. as the gentle irony
of his father: For here was h' man
with his..
•authority of kingship, and
with no more rights than any jour-
neyman on the king's highway.
Wherefore, with . that reply to his
ears, instead of beating faster, the -
heart of Charles Stuartsobered down
to the steady pulse, If need be,. he
could talk of hell himself, though with
less intimate acquaintance,
.In a prince, however, who•••sets forth
boldly into the world, seeking his. for-
tune, besides a childish simpleness of
heart, there is a' touch of bravado;
the swagger which comes- with a
sword at the side and a dagger tuck-
ed oirt of sight into his,'breeches. All
this he can bring forth wheel the oc-
casion demands it, and will rap mit
an oath that has never passedd,hi•s, lips
before -moreover, with as much fam-
iliarity as though it were for ever on
his tongue. It is the 'sense which
comes to hien that if 'things are worth
doing" they may as well.. bb 'done' with
a will and a whistle. Indeed, such a
youth would meet death with a bright-
erwhile in his eyes than ever he
would go to attend an audience with
his father.
It was no less -a spirit than this
that Charles Stuart had practised' up'
on that old autocrat of ,the wine -cel-
lar when first he-irtfd'-believed the ad-
Vantage‘was on his side.
"1 sat up there Witt -16004e damned
books;", says he, and flings the oath
frit •b'et'treen his lips, if Tel' no more
thati .to- CohVinee hiniuelf Ofthe• • man
he mate to be. • • .
:..1f thein, he 'Could 'Wear that a**
ger 'with "4101,44 0, it was a simple
enough'matter•:tq: put, it on Here with
One who had no more right of Speech
than he. Sa it was Nelson. went in. -
.to• battle with all his medals dangling
on 'his . breast. $p is the spirit, that
ell -keg. any. man. -ar -pr iece, and 'etas a
deeper -rooted 'meaning at the back of
it than all your divine right of ,I,iags.
"No more of hell to me," said
Charles amicably, ' and smiling that
careless smile' which surely he must
have owed/ to •,some other when, the
house" of .Stuart was in livelier for-
tune -"no' more of hell to ries,'"-said
he, •"than you orwany man. I asked a
simple question -that's all,,. your
damned ship hasn'•t got , a name, I
don't' want to a rieten her.", ,.
The two. silica's playing their gape
of forty-five looked round from their
table and laughed. Even _the mar's
companion sent`.a guffaw from 'his
lips; but the sailor himself 'spat his
Side on the floorand lifted himself
slowly to his feet.
"What young ceekanapes are you?"
he inquired witha drawl, and mixing
his epithets, by, which doubtless he
meant to, convey the confused
Pression of gentleman and fool which
Charles Stuart had given 'to "one and
all of them the moment he opened; his
lips. "What are you doing, I'd, like
to know, in this place is meant for
honest sailors takin' their bit ashore.?
I''ve• seen you here before, haven't I,
sittin' up there in yer quiet-„ corner
with yer ears cocked, listeiiin' to
w1Tat's'•Toin' and sippin' yer drop ,of
rum, like a baby havin its first mill
out. of a spoon. •It,'ud be a"".pity to
spoil yer appetite, wouldn't it, and
you lappin' it aI! up so, nicely, ears
and mouth and! eyes and aLl, seein'
what's to be seen And hearin' •what's
to be heard. It 'ud 'be a pity to spoil
Yet._ pretty appetite, wouldn't it, but'
that's what I'm goin' to do,, and with
both hands round yer bloody little.
neck.' . .
It was nothing in the nature of fear
'that Charles Stuart felt then when he
saw,. the sailor , advancing' towards
him, slowly turning up"the grimy cuffs
of his sleeves, ,nothing so full of
trembling • misgivings as. when hilt
father :has seizedl him by the arm, at
the foot of the cellar steps. Now he'
knew his heart was beating, but that
was all. It was beating, steadily,s
strongly perhaps, but not in that same
rushing flutter of apprehension.
There. was;. a :sensation in his mind! -
that the man wast, 'ethin his rights.
Often he had wandered before that
none of them had ever- complained.
of his incongruous appearance in such
a place. They were all men, trading
on the, wrong side of the law, if riot
in those drinking -houses on the quay-
side, at least in that owned by
O'Shaughnessy. Any stranger caught
there invariably aroused suspicion,
and he had, frequently noticed, when
glances had: fallen on him,.' that one
or another had left . their seats • and
pulled O'Shaughnessy , into a quiet
corner, whispering questions into his
ear, but returning to their chairs in
apparent satisfaction': '
But -now it had come. He. was up
against the.general suspicion of .them
a d t indignation of one
n ar-
ail, n he gi r .p
ocular who had a little score of his
own to settle. No,man car6e" for the
sound of laughter a• mere boy has
turned against him. If it was with no
more than 'common, •sense, Charles
Stuart knew that the best he could
hope for, was, a natter of fists. 'Yet
this was fighting, this. was swinging
a sword, and a .man's work. He .night
'be' sore after it, but never so sore at
heartas when he had buried his head,
in his arms and sobbed like a child
that .mprning. '
Quidkly he looked about him fbr
the best place he could stand, and in
tii.at moment his eyes had become a
Cade, All the soft and Southern lan-
:guor had gone nut of them. They
were dancing, they -were even 'laugh-
ing, but there 'was such in them 'as
makes a than ]snow who sees' that
Flitter that he must look to his wits
as well as the weight of his arm if
he would hold his own. •
The door of a cupboard was -let in-
to a corner of the room under a slope
of the ceiling where the 'stmt- pass-
ed to the aparthenis .up above. .i•%e
knew if he, could, get by that there
would be no chance for the sailor to -
rush
o -rush- in and get his arms about him.
If he feared anything,_ it Was the
weight of his opponent's body. Once
he was 'borpe to t.he.groun' , he knew
there would be little help for him
then. It would be a -Grubbing; like a
boy over his father's knee,, and„ per-
haps worse. The haft, of a 'knife''was.
sticking out of the sailor's belt, andl
when -he saw tbe glitter in the.,boy's
eyes, his hand began a -feeling for it,
It was a matter o:gelding a mom-
ent to come at the -place he wanted;
wherefore, whir a wry. laugh on his
Tips„, he held 'up his 'hand.
"One second!" he exclaimed; and
laughed shying it, _.enough to' disarm
any •man's Suspicions.' "Before we
begin this, has your ship got a
name?
At the shout of laughter that rose
upon this, 'the sailor looked about
him at the ethers, ae one who would
ask what was to be .done with a fool
like this, and in that nbrhent, Challis,
:Stuart• slipped to his' lslaoe.
But it tvaa not to 410e the t5hipose
he ,litte'uded: Befgre' their laitightet
died e\va tlrert erlute t}lrotii h
lIre .outer:' reaixt. a,xuakring,ot^ Ont. sod;"
a tumbting penfuedon ot'Sounds.. In all
the .pandemonium of •vanes that 010-
,tered about his' ears, Charles Stuart
heard Edi, my that "rr}iird}er• bad •been
done ,those iong dark rivays, and
there.. -Vas a Ma -n flying` fi ogt Justice
like at rat to his,,hole, with Vag,p):4l e.
ho foof,' VP WO '1ied0.and r tt; fn"
to the n:40 t of thosa, who one':ands 04.:
`feared, ,Alrsticemore t&art, death,
t cause to h1:s Y-444. 114.• #nodehaa
tills vision of S. pian "stained wftl,
blood .and that- witless kook of a bunt-
ed animal 1n his eyese
"They're cowing up the alley!" be
"shouted with'. what 'breath he had to.
speak, and there go of the "card -play-
ers leapt to his feet. Charles saw •h'itnt.
Pick up the stool on which he had
been :sittin,,,..-he saw It raised like a
flash around his head; he saw, in the
distance, of the roambeyond, the
greasy ' locks of O'Shaughnessy and
his read and watery eyes;• then there
followed the crash and splinteringof
of a .thousand pieces of glass as
the stool fell wt the oh: lamp. -and the
room wa-s plunged into the bowels W.
darkness:
• -IV •,
' . THE CUPBOARD
The last words. 'Charles Stuart
heard spoken in that darkness were
in the whispered voice of the seaman
who ,but five minutes before was pre-
paring with '1",turned sineves to r'og
k It w bated'breath his neck. asina a et he
'spoke, and to the man who better
principles he had been endeavouring
to seduce.
"Here's hell!" he muttered. "Come
on --the window's the way. If we miss
each other, she's the "Lodestar," brig'
lyin,' at anchor half -ways to the point;
•You get your tackle and• pope aboard
tonight." •
•He heard no more. Either they had
gone out by the window or .the door.
en- the •eonfusion of shuffling feet it
'was impossible to • know what wins.
happening. The instinct of self-pro-
tection' was. too quickened in hint
then to think of others; for besides
the ugly suspicion that would fall on
hum were he found in such a com-
pany, he was , thinking of tlie. wrath
,of old Sandy when tae heard, the news,
,fit was more expedidpt, he felt, to egei.
• away. and. show a clean pair' of heels
now' ,than ever it had seemed when,
but few moments before, be stood
facing the sailor in the immediate
prospect of a wrung neck and the
devil to pay into the 'bargain...
For now as well, a sweat of fear
was broken rout upon'his face.~, T'be
issues .of 'a pothouse brawl are • reas-
onably within the computatiotr of
anyone, but a raid of the law on such
a dale of vice as that, and,, what is
:more, with talk of -murder in: the, air,
was, .to say the least of 'it, an un-
savoury business. For a moment he
stood there • in . the `il;drkness, Wishing,
to God he had never set' foot in the
place; then, .hearing the sounds of
approaching footsteps • coming to-
wards him from the room beyond,, he
•moved, and as he moved felt the cup-
board give behind him. •
' With an instant's, flash of thought
'across his mind, he turned and'.tried
it. The door was open. He pulled it.
wide and.'noiselessly,and, like. a cat,
he crept within the space- below the
stairs and.pulled the door to behind
hint. There w.as,•no moment to feel
about or know the sort of place it
was. - Strikinhg his head against , he
slanting roof, he had pressed his .body
back into the furthermost corner -he
could "'find, and not a moment toe
scot. He had scarcely settled'himself
into an attitude •-in which he could
keep himself in stillness before, in
the darkness, he heard' the creeping
footsteps approach, and, in the dark-
ness, knew that the door • had been
opened again. '''''''
"..--
"Is there anywan, there?" he heard
in the muffled Whisper of a voice=
"is there anywan there?"
It was the voice of O'Shaughnessy,_
yet he could not be ...sure. His heart
v,'as beating wildly iii his, throat. He
could hear the pulse .of it in' his
breath, like the •wheezy ticking of an
okl clock, and i such physical dis-
affections -a's, thea it is impossible to
•think clearly, or rely, upon the -nicely -
balanced judgment • of" -the mind. '•"It
was not so often he had heard
O'Shaughnessy. speak. There was the
darkness, too, in which the senses of
taste and hearing stand so sadly in,
the need of sight. `Moreover, added
to this there was • the' knowledge :that
the police were creeping through the
house,• as much afraid of the light as
the •saildr bad been who had smash-
ed the lamp with the' first im,plement
that game to hand.
• But' that •• which above all these
counselled him to silence was the
note in the voice that had spoken.
Whether-frnm fear and a lively appre-
hension of the. knife that might • be
buried in ,his ••aaeck, or whatever it
might be, Charles Stuart .knew that
the speaker had no intention of en-
tering that cupboard. 'If he kept still
AO, held lits breath;' if, too, that,
beating of hits heart; which thunder
ell in his own ears, could' riot be
beard he was cafe. In the blackness
he could. hear the• reap listening.
Then; if he were listening, and still
uncertain, no definite soured ' had
reached his ears. He shut •bis lips'
and let tbe quick breath filter in thin
streams through his nostrils.
"If there's anywan their0," the voice
whispered after a moment's• pause--
' an' 'tis the way I t'ink I can hear
wan, and hebreathin' "--it paused
again, bit'Challis Stuart was not to
be caught by such vague promises as
this -"he'd 'Better come out," the
voice continued,.•"for I'm afther goin
to put the Irick on the' door." There
was an instant's pause again,. and
then, as though clinching the awful
threat, the vote@ added, in. a still
hoarser whisper: "I am.
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A ' smile flickered on rCharles Stu- 'was in his .posse stop. Even if
art's lips, as he heard all the sounds I gave it up and Charles himself. was-
of.the turri.ir}g of the key, and in the;,found there in •hiding, 'the matte!'
deliberate hands of one whowishes looked black enongth. But 'there had
it'to be well known what he is doing. been some note in O'Shaughnessy's
But the footsteps did not move away, voice; a leit motif, which only no*.
and he sat' there smiling in the musty returned to the boy's memory in the'
darkness to think how well he had light of events as they had shaped
conte by the rights of the natter in themselves.
his miner. Ithad, been a prec`v trap,
and swiftly set, and he felt h' 'warm
satisfaction in his own cunning ,that
it had fade: to catch him.,
Five minutes it seemed and more
passed in that cumbrous 'silence be-
fore he heard the wily shirting of
those footsteps • as they move: away.
tet'•still l,e 'dared not turn or make a
sound, for now. swift feet with shifty
tread were movingon the staircase -
just above his head:
He lay cramped' where he was, in
that. darkness that smea of damp
earth and dripping 'walls, , together
with that odourhe knew so well, the
scent of wood' and wine that -have
lain long years in company: But.' now
at least he could. let' free the flutter-
ing' breaths that were stifling in .his'
lungs, and as the footsteps up the
stairs died, away into the distance of
the rooms above, he leant forward
froth' the place where,,he sat huddled
against the •wails; and.epnsherd..t e,
orrpboard door to open it.,
But no pushing would Chen it. ,The
cupboard door was locked indeed.
As , he crouched there, leaning",
against the sodden ;Earl, he recalled •
the querulous tone', 'blended of fear
and cunning, in which the old Man.
hadput his questions. What. mete he.
afraid of? Truly. it might well have
been a' healthy apprehension: of a'
knife buried in his neck, cause en-
ough for any man to think tyvhee be-
fore he laid himself open to the dan-
ger of it. But there . was no reason
to suppose that one of his ,kidney
would be more solicitous for therwel-
fare of others insuch moments of .
stress and expediency. Why, then,
had he come. to lock the cupboard.
door? Not certainly to 'give. a war*
ing to 'whoever might he there in• Lida:
ing. The best that might -be said ..of
O'Shaugbuessy would not accord him
with .such motives of generous altr i-
ism. He, had Iocked that -door;in• his
own interested but it was impossible
to say What those interests: were.
Little indeed' did it matter . to
Charles Stuart whet,they were, .since,,
there he was a prisoner,' .,and with
but little chance of escape before that,,..
hour__ when his father. would grow un-
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THE ESCAPE ,
'•Charles Stuart leant back once
more against the wall: O'Shaughnes-
sy it had been, and no other. With all
his cunning to avoid the trap, he
knew now no trap had been laid for
him. The door was locked; O'Shaugh-
nessy had the `hey. BY now it• wits
more than likely the old man was in
the hands of the police, and the key -
easy of his whereabouts. It came to
this, that either he must sit there,
concocting some far-fetched. 'inven
tion -a tissue of''lies•-to explain hid
long absence from home, if, at -the
time of his release, he ever got away
without the knowledge of the police;
or he' must make good his •.escape
thenand without so much .as a moan-
ent's delay.
(Continued Next Week)
C[1eSNAPIj4JT GUILD
.CANDID PHOTOGRAPHYir.. '
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•
Candid Snapshots as siniple`as this' appeal to everyone.•
camera handy and ready for -action.
Ordinary snapshot exposures will do
1100THINCI• is quite so revealing-.
lel or quite so much tun photo-
graphically-'-as'ca,ndtd'photography.
Qandid work -that's it; snap them
when they'r'e not looking; and you'll
find that your pictures aren't only
surprising to the subject but they'll
be interesting to everyone also "too..
Today's illustration should point
that fact up Very clearly. Can't. you
. just .imagine Big Sister's chagrin
when. she sees herself from this
angle? And can't.yau•just hear Motu,
- and Pop, and especially "the". boy
friend laughina'•yver it'F
• Wilil, our illubtratton is just one
exaMple of what, yon can do if you
keep your eyes. open and your
camers ready dor action: Al d reit
there ori have the mood of a
ctctadldtrhotogically "lteurl►►t+;�
•
the rest.
As far as subrjectmatter •goes, the' ,,'
sky's the limit. You'll find good pie-
tures in the neboy discussing the'
headlines with one of his regular
Ctist'omers--the .grocery limit. atttek-
Sng canned geode in the d'b r'e' win»
chow -soldiers wistfully looking at
civilian clothes itt i ltop windows,
and 'many other similar:teenes-both ...,.. on the street arltt in your home.
Bat speaking oflervietmen, di'n't
forgot 'that Avd31 4hotigli' "the 'War* « t.
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