The Clinton News Record, 1937-10-07, Page 2i'AGE' 2
THE ` CLINTON NEWS -RECORD
'THE LOST P
IRCE"
By
Frances Hodgson Burnett
SYNOPSIS
Marco Loristan was the kind of a
•gboy people looked at the' seeond,time
..when they had looked at hint once.
He was a well-built boy of 12, intelli-
, gent Iooking, and well-mannered. l -le
and his father had travelled a great
• deal 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 Saniavia at present.
His father had told him the story of
the Lost Prince, who 'might one day
eeturn. to Samavia and restore order
'and peace. At present the Loristan's
•are in London, 'England, and Marco
*Shad 'encountered several interesting
rpeople, among them, "The Rat," a
•oiappledboy who commands a group.
-of willing boys—the • boys listen at,
-tentively as Marco speaks to them.
Later Loristan and Marco have a
gong talk about Samavia, and the Lost
Prince,. who had disappeared . five
%uitdred years ago. A secret society,
'-with members in many European
-countries, were preparing to put his
descendant on the throne of Sarna-
-'via and end the civil wars and blood
••hhed in the country. At a :meeting
-of the'Squad, The Rat forms a sec-
ant society for Samavia among them-
selves. have looked into your solemn, watch -
The Rat's father flies; ,aper Loristan ing eyesfi•
, and have been half ai d;
because . that a child should answer
One's age so gravely seemed almost
an unearthly thing."
`_`;rhe chief thhig I remember of
these days," said Marco," is 'that he
was withme, and that .whenever I
was hungry or :tired, I knew he must
be, , too." •
The feeling that they were "wait-
ing" was so intense that it filled the
days with strangeness. When the
postman's `knock was heard at - the.
door, each of them endeavored not to
•
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 ant 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 start. .A. letter might sone day come
Cause to varioas cities, where they which would tell them—they did not
are to communicate with various per know what. But no letters` carne.
sons. When they went out into the streets,
The boys have practically eomplet they found themselves hurrying on
ed theirs mission and have crossed the , their way back in spite ofthemselves.
border into Samavia. Theyhear of Something might have happened. Laz-
towns and villages destroyed in the arus read the papers faithfully, and
bitter fight between the Maranovitch in the evening told Marco and The
and Iarovitch, who have fought so Rat all the news it was "well that
fiercely that their resources have' they should hear." But the disorders
been almost depleted. Feed is scarce, in Samavia had ceased to 'occupy
and a hopeless attitude is evident much space. They had become an
among the people with whom the boys old story, andafter the excitement of
i Borne in contact. It appears that'the the assassination of Michael Marano -
warring countries must soon give.up vitch had died out, there seemed to
the bitter struggle, I be a' lull in events. Michael's son
'Tate last message has been deliver- had not dared to try to take his fath-
ecl. In a cave to which the boys were er's place, and there were rumors
conducted by a priest whom they had, that he also had been killed. The
previously contacted, they find a head ,of ,tate. Tarovitsh had declared
strange assortment' of men known as!himself king but had not been crown -
the ,Forgers of the Sword, Midas)edbecause of disorders in his own
stits the gathering intensely when he party. The country seemed existing
utters the words, "Tee Lamp is Light-'' in a nightmare of suffering, famine,
ed."' A strange ceremonial follows. and suspense.
Each one of the gather'ng pays hour71 «settiavin i 'waiting' too," The Rat
age to Marco who stands with The broke forth one night as they talked
Rat on a Bias in front of a large ptc-i togetheiy but it won't wait long it
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d t which sub- can't If I were a Samavian. and in
feeling• itself marching in a. procession
attending the Emperor in Vienna;
standing in line before• palaces; climb-
ing, with knapsacks strapped tight,
up precipitous mountain roads; de-
fending motnrtain fortresses, and
storming. castles.
The Squad glowed and exulted. The
Rat glowed and exulted himself. Mar-
co watched his -sharp featured, burn-
ing-eyedface with wonder and ad-
miration. This •strange , ;power of
making things' alive was, he knew,
what his father would call "genius,"
""Let's take the oath of 'legiance a-
gain, shouted Cad', when the Game
was ever for -the morning,
"The papers never said' nothin'
more about the Lost Prince, but we
are all for hire yet! Let's take it!"
So they stood in line again, Marco'
at the head, and renewed their oath.
"The sword in my hand^for Same -
via! -
"The heart in my breast—for Sa-
mavial '
"The swiftness of my sight, the
thought of my brain, the life of my
Life -for Samavian
' "Here grow twelve . men—for Sa-
-er. The a ii to w is every
ascription is paid is denoted on the picture is unveiled Marco is amazed Samavia—
Label, at the striking resemblance it bears to 1 " iVly father is a Samavian and he
ADVERTISING RATES — Tran- his father. The old priest tells him is in Samavia," Marco's graveyoung
anent advertising 12c per count line that when be is as old as his father, voice interposed. The Rat flushed
;Sar first insertion. 8e for each sub- he will be like him.
rsequent insertion. Heading counts
B lines. Small advertisements not to
...exceed one inch; such as "Wanted,"
"Lost" "Strayed," etc., inserted once NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Lagar 85c, each subsequent insertion
aRates ates for display advertising • The Rat lifted his head, and look- added the "sir" as if he suddenly real-
anade known on application. ed at the 'bed sideways, ized that there was a distance between
Communications intended for pub- "Did you think-" he said slowly— them which was something akin to
'dication must, as a guarantee of good ""dict you odor think that perhaps he the distance between youth and ma-
a8afth, lie accompanied by the name here knew where the descendant of the turity—but yet was not the same,
def the writer. ?" "You are a good Samavian but—
... E. HALL - - Proprietor, Lost Prince was?" I ?a'
Marco answered even more slowly. You forget," was Marco's answer.
"If any one knew — surely he' Lazarus' intense grimness inereas-
might. He has known so inch," he ed with each day that passed. The
said. + ceremonious respectfullness of him
"Listen to this!" brolce forth The manner toward Marco increased also.
Rat, "I believe he has gone to tell the It seemed as if the more anxious he
people..12 he does—if he could show felt the more formal and stately his
them—all the country would run mad bearing became, It was as though he
FiFrank Fingland, B.A., LL B„ with joy. It wouldn't be onl isec- braced his own courage by doing the
Smallest things life in the back sit -
yet 'Party. All Samavia would rise
trBaSucces, Solicitor,' Notary Public ting -room required as if they were os
and follow any flag he chose to raise.
sit -
Successor to W. Brydone, KA . "tate dignity of services performed in
etdloan $lock '' — ' G�intnn, Ont. They've prayed for the Lost Prince
for five hundred years, and if they' a mach larger place and under much
D. H. MCINNES believed they'd got him once more, more imposing circumstances. The
fl'oo'd fight like ntadmett for' him,,Rat 'found himself feeling almost as
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"What a fool I am!” he groaned. "1
I beg your pardon -sir." He stood
up when he said the last words and
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"Goer be 'thanked!"
It was snore solemn than it had
been the first time. The Squad felt
it tremendously. Both Cad and Ben
were conscious that thrills ran down
their spine into , their boots. When
Marco and The Rat left them, they
first stood at salute and then broke
out into a ringing cheer.
On their way home, The Rat asked
Marco a question.
"Did you see Mrs. 'Beedle standine
at the top of the basementsteps and
looking after us when we went out
this morning?"
Mrs. Beeclle was the Iandlady or
the lodgings at No. 7 Philibert Pla'e
She was a mysterious and dusty fe•
male, who lived in the "cellar kitchen"
part of the house and was seldom
seen by her lodgers.
"Yes," answered Marco, "I have
seenher two or• three tunes lately, and
I do not think I ever saw her before
My father has never seen her, though
Lazarus says she used to wateh him
round corners. Why is she suddenly
so curious about us?"
"I'd like to know," said The Rat.
"I've been trying to work it out. Ever
since we came back, she's 'teen peep-
ing round the door of the kitchen
stairs, er over balustrades, or through
the cellar -kitchen windows. I believe,
she wants to speak to you, and knows
Lazaaus won't let her if he catches
her at it. When Lazarus is about
she always darts hack."
"What does she want to say?"
said Marco,
"I'd like to know," said The Rat
again.
When they reached No. 7 PhiIibert
Place, they found out, because when
the door opened they saw at the top
of the cellar -kitchen stairs at the end
of the passage, the mysterious Mrs.
Needle, in her dusty black dress and
with a dusty black cap on, evidently
having that minute mounted from her
subterranean biding -place. She had
conte up the steps so quickly that
Lazarus had not yet seen her.
"Young Master Loristan!" site cal-
led out euthoratively, Lazarus wheel-
ed about fiercely.
"Silence!" he commanded. "How
dare you address the young Master?"
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But there would not be any one to if he were an equerry in'It court, and
fight. They'd all' want the same thing' that dignity gad ceremony were ne-
If they coudl see the man with Ivor's cessary on his own part. He began
blood in his veins, they'd feel he had to exnerienee a sense o'f being some -
come back to them—risen :from the how a person of rank, for whom doors
dead. They'd believe it!" I were opened grandly and who had
vassals at his command. The watch -
He beat his fists together.in his fol obedience of fifty vassals embed -
GEORGE ELLIOTT f:r'enzy.of. excitement. "It's the time! reel itself in the manner of Lazarus.
+Licensed Auctioneer for the County It's the timet" ' he cried. "No maul "1 am glad " The Rat said once,
of Huron could let such a chance go by! He a
Correspondence promptly answered reflectively, that, after all, my fath-
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ing there panting. !like Bone Court—this might have been "If it is the time," said Marco, in harder for me to understand:,
a law, strained voice—",.f it is, and When at last• they managed to call
t
he knows—he will tell them." And The Squad together, and went to
be threw his arms up over his own spend a morning at the Barracks be -
face and lay quite still. hind the churchyard, that body of
Neither of them said another word,' armed men stated at their commander
end the street lamp shone in on'them'1n great and amazed uncertainty.
as if it were waiting for something They felt that something had happen-
ed to him. They did not know what
to 'happen. But nothing happened
In time they were asleep,, ' had happened, but it was some ex-
perience which had made himmyster-
iously different. Ile did not Look like
Marco, but in some extraordinary
way he seemed more akin to him.
They only knew that some necessity
,:CANADIAN '.ATIONAL ' ' ILWAYS
CHAPTER XXIX
'Twixt Night and Morning
After this, they waited. They did' in Loristan's affairs had taken the
not know what they waited for, nor two away from London and the Game.
could they. •guess even vaguely how; Now they had come back, and they
the waiting would end. All that Laz-'seemed older.
acus could tell them he told. He would' At first The Squad felt awkward
have been willing to stand respectful- and shuffled its feet mscotnfortably,
ly for hours relating to Marco thel After the first greetings it did not
story of how the reriod of their ab- know exactly what "to say. It was
sence had passed for his Master and Marco who saved the situation.
himself . He told how Loristan had "Drill us first," he said to The Rat,
spoken each day of his son, how he "then we can talk about the Game."
had often: been: pale with anxiousness,'.. " 'TentionC" shouted The Rat mag -
how in the evenings he• had ;walked nificently. And then. they forgot ev-
to and fro in his room, deep in thought erything else and sprang into line.
as he looked down.utseeingly.at the After the drill was ended, and they
carpet. I' sat in it circle on the broken flags
"He permitted me to talk of you, thea Genieitadbecame mpre'. resplendent
sir, Lazarus `
said., I saw that he
n
ever- bee
wished to hear your name often. ' I i
I've bad time to read and work out
reminded him :Of the times when you 'new things," The'Rat said. "Reading
had been so young that most chil- is like traveling."
dren of your age, would have been in' Marco himself sat and listened, en -
the hands of nurses, and yet you were thralled by the adroitness of the; lana-.
strong and silent and sturdy:and tray- gination he displayed. ` Without 're-
eied. with us as if you were not a child . vealinga single dangerous fact ' he
at all—never crying when you were built up, of their jonrneyings and ex -
tired and were not properly fed. As periences, a totally new, structure of
if you understood—as if you under- adventures which would have fired'
stood," he added, proudly. "If ,- the whole being of any groupof lads,
through the power of God a creature It was safe to describe places and
can be a man at six years old, you people, and be so described them that
were that one. Many a dark day i. The Squad squirmed in its delight at
TIME TABLE
',!'cams will arrive at and depart front
Clinton as follows:
Buffalo and Dederick Div.
':Going East, depart " 7.03 San.
Going East, depart 3.00 p.m.
"'G'oing West, depart 11.45 p.m.
Going West, depart 10.00. p.m.
London, iiuron& Brace
-Going North, ar. 11.26 ave. 11:47 p.m.
'Going South ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 p.m.
She snapped her fingers at him,
and marched forward folding her
arms tightly. "You mind your own
business," she said. "It's young Mas-
cer Loristan I'm speaking to, not his
servant. It's time he was talked to
about this." -
"Silence, woman!" shouted Lazarus,
"Let her speak," said Marco. "I
want to hear. What is, it you wish
to say, Madam? My father is not
here."
"That's just what I want to find
Out about," put in the woman. "When
is ase corning back?"
"I do not know,' answered Marco.
"That's it," said Mrs• Beedle,
"You're old enough to understand
that two big lads and a big fellow
like that can't have food and lod-
gin's for nothing. You may say you
clon't live high—and you don't-- but
lodgin's are lodgin's and rent is rent.
If your father's coming bath and you
can tell me when, I mayn't be obliged
to let the rooms ever your !reads; but'
I know too much about foreigners to
let bills run when they are out of
sight. Your father's out of sight. He,"
jerking her head towards Lazarus,
paid pie for last week. How do I
know he will pay me for this week!"
"The money is ready," roared Laz-
arus....
The Rat longed to burst forth. He
knew what people in :Bone Court
said to a woman like that; he knew
the exact words and phrases. But
they were not words and phrases an
aide-de-camp might deliver himself of
in the presence of his superior officer;
they were not words and phrases an
equerry uses at court. He Clare not
allow himself to burst forth. He stood
with flaming eyes and a flaming faee
and bit his lips till they bled. He
wanted to strike with his crutches.
The son of Stefan: Loristan! The Bear-
er of the Sigh! There sprang up,be-
fere his furious eyes the picture of
the luridly .lighted cavern and fren-
zied crowd of men kneeling at this
sante boy's feet, kissing them, kissing
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Ills hands, his garments, they very
earth he stood upon, worshipping him,
while above the altar the kingly youth
face ;looked on with the nimbus of
light like a halo above it. If he dared
speak his ntincl now; ho felt he could
have endured it better. But being an
aide-de-camp he could not.
"Do you want the money now?"
asked Marco. "It is only the begin-
ning
eginning of the week and we do not owe
it to you until the week is over. Is
it that you want to have it now?"
Lazarus had become deadly pale. He
looked huge in his fury, and he look-
ed dangerous.
"Young blaster," are said slowly, in
a voice as deadly as his pallor, and
he actually spoke low," this woman—"
Mrs. Beedle drew back towards' the
cellar -kitchen steps.
'There's police outside," she Mull -
led. "Young Master Loristan, order
him to stand backs"
"No one will hurt you," said Mar-
co. "If you have the money here,
Lazarus, please give it to me."
Lazarus literally ground his teeth.
But he drew himself up and saluted
with ceremony. He put his hand in
his breast pocket and produced an old
leather wallet, There were but a few
coins in it. He pointed to a gold one.
• "I,obey you, sir—since I must--" he
said, breathing hard. "That one will
pay her for the week."
Marco took out the sovereign and
'held it out to the woman.
"You heard what he says," he said.
"At the end of this week if there is
not enough money to pay, for the
next, we will go."
Lazarus looked so like a hyena,
only held back front springing by
chains of steel, that the dusty Mrs.
Beedle was afraid to take the money.
"If you say that I shall not lose it,
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