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The Clinton News Record, 1937-10-14, Page 2PAGE 2 THE CLINTON 'NEWS -RECORD. THURS., OCT. 14, 1937, "THE LOST P!INCE" . By Frances liodgson Burnett SYNOPSIS Marco Loristan was the kind of a 'boy people looked at the second time 'when they had looked at hien once,. -lle was a well-built boy.. of 12, intelii- .gent looking, and well-mannered. He .-and his father had travelled a great ,deal and the bay was proficient in several languages, so that be felt at home in whatever countay he was -staying. Marco knew that they were Samavians, . that there was trouble, and bloodshed in Samavia at present. this Sather had told him the story of • the Lost Pzuinee, who might one day 'return to Samavia and restore order and peace. At present the Leristan's are in London, England, and Marco ^had iencountered several interesting people, among • them, "The Rat," e eeippled boy who commands a group of willing boys—the boys listen at. stentively 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 Sama- •via and end the civil wars and blood- shed in the country. At a meeting of the Squad, The Rat forms a sec- 'set society for Samavia among thern- 'he Clinton News -Record With which is Incorporated THE NEW • ERA TERMS C»' SUBSCRIPTION '$1,150 star rear in advance, to Cana- dian addresses. $2.00 to the U.S. or titer foreign countries. No paper discontinueal until all arrears are paid sunless at the option of the publish- er. The data to which every sub- .acrintion is paid is denoted on the :abet ADVERTISING RATES — Tran- .sient advertising 12c per count line for first insertion. 8c for each sub- •eequent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. 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The two boys plan' to aid `the cause of the Lost Ptince: Marco, while an an errand, assists, a young lady in distress, who seems very in- tetested in hire. She seems destined to play a part in his life. Events which follow prove her to by be' at enemy agent, and a clever boyish emotion. "Marco! Marco! Marco!" Itis whis- per was a cry, "That was what he went for—because he knew!" "Yes;" aaisW'ered Marco, "that was what he went for." And his 'voice was .unsteady, as his, body was. Presently the sobs inside the room choked themselves back suddenly. .La- Zane.' a-zarus ' had remembered, They had guessed he had been leaning against trick Marco is captured and cioiely the wall during his outburst. Now questioned, but reveals nothing of it was evident that :he stood upright, what he knows. Later he escapes, probably shocked at the forgetfulness and shortly afterward he and The of his 'frenzy. , Rat are sent out as agents of the .. So Marco turned the handle of the Cause to various cities, where they door and went into the room, He are to communicate with various per- shut the door behind him, and they sons, all three stood together. The boys have practically amulet- When the Samavian gives way to ed their mission and have crossed;the his emotions, he is emotional' indeed. border into Samavia. They hear of Lazarus looked as if a storm had towns and villages destroyed 'in the swept over him, He had choked back bitter fight between the Maranovitch his sobs, but tears still ,swept down ar d Iarovitch, who 'have fought so his cheeks. • fiercely that .their resources - bevel "Sir," he said hoarsely, "your' par - been almost depleted. Food is scarce, don! It was as if a convulsion seiz and • a hopeless attitude is evident •ed Inc. I forgot everything— even among the people with whom the; boys my duty. Pardon; pardon!" And come in 'contact. It appears that the there on the worn carnet of the din - warring countries must soon give up gy back sitting -room in the Maryle- the bitter struggle. • 1 bonetoad, he actually went on one The last message has been deliver- knee and kissed the boy's hand with ed. In a cave to which the boys were adoration, a conducted by a priest whom they hadi "You mustntt ask pardon," said previously contacted, .they find a 'Marco. "You have waited so long, strange assortment of men known as! good friend. You have given your the Forger's of the Sword. Marcel life ' as my father has. You have stirs the gathering Intensely when he 1 known all the su `feriug a' boy has not utters the words, "The Lamp is Light- lived long enough to understand ed." A strange. ceremonial follows, Your big hear; -your faithful heart—" Each one of the gather•:ng pays hom- I his voice broke and he stood and leak- age to Marco who stands with The ed at him with an appeal which seem - Rat on a Bias in front of a large pie -i ed to ask him to remember his boy- ture veiled by a curtain. When the hood and understand the rest. picture is unveiled Marco is amayed1 "Don't kneel," he said next, "You at the striking resemblance it bears to rnustn'tkneel." And Lazarus kissing his father. The old _ni'iest tells him his band again, rose to his feet. ,that.,,when lie is as old as his father, "Now we shall hear!" said Mar - !lie will be like trim. co. "Now the waiting will soon be over." "Yes, sir. Now, we shall receive NOW GO ON WI''H THE STORY commands!" Lazarus answered. "Never mind," said Marco. "Nev- The Rat held out the newspapers. "May we read them yet?" he esk- er mind. We will go away the day we ed. can pay no more." "Until further orders, sir," said I can r'n out and sell newspapers, Lazarus hurriedly and apologetically said The Rat's sharp voice.I ve „ done it before. Crutches help you to te until. further orders, it is still bet- sell them. The platform would sell ter that I should read them first. 'em faster still. I'll go out on the' platform." CHAPTER XXX "I can sell newspapers, too," said Marco. The Game is at an End Lazarus utter an exclamation like So long as the history of Europe is a groan. !written and read, the unparalleled "Sir," he cried, "no, nod Am I story of the Rising of the Secret Par - not here to go out and look for ty in Samavia will stand out as one work? I can carry loads. I can run of its most startling and romantic errands." records. Every detail connected with "We will all three begin to see the astonishing episode, from begin - what we can do," Marco said. lain to end, was romantic even when Then -exactly as .had happened on it was most productive of realistic the clay of their return from their i esuits. When it is re'ated, it always journey—there arose in the road out- begins with the story of the tall and side the sound of newsboys shouting, kingly Smaavian youth who walked This time the outcry seemed even out of the palace in the early morn - more excited than before, The boys ing sunshine singing the herdsmen's were running and yelling and there song of the beauty of old days. Ther, seemed store 'olf them then uivaldctmes the outbreak of the tabled ano And above all other words was heard revolting populace; then the legend "Samavia! Samavia!" But to -day of the morning on the mountain side, The Rat did' not rush to the door at and the old shepherd corning out of the first cry. He stood still— for his cave and finding the apparently several seconds they all three stood dead body of the beautiful young still --listening. Afterwards each one bunter. Then the secret nursing in remembered and told the others that the cavern; then the jolting cart piles: he had stood still because some with sheepskins crossing the frontier, strange, strong feeling held him and ending its journey at the barred waiting as if to hear 'some . great entrance of the monastery and leaving thing. its mysterious burden. behind. .;And It was Lazarus who went out of the then the bitter' hate and struggle 0,. roars first and The Rat and Marco dynasties, and the handful of shop - followed hint. herds and headsmen meeting in theh One of the upstairs lodger's had 'cavern and binding themselves and run down in haste, and opened the their unborn sons and sons' sons by door to buy newspapers and ask quos-' an oath never to be broken. Then the Hons. The newsboys were! wild with passing of generations and t h e excitement and danced about as they slaughter of peoples and the changing shouted. The piece . of stews they of kings, -and always that oath re- were yelling had evidently a popu- membered, and the Forgers of the lar quality. Sword, at their secret work, hidden The lodger bought two pepeos and' in forests and caves. Then the was heading out coppers to a lad who, strange story of the uncrowned, kings was talking loud and fast. who, wandering in ether -lands, lived "Here's a go!" he was saying. "A and died in silence and seclusion, of. Secret Party's risen up and taken Sa- ten laboring with their hands for rnavia! 'Twixt night and mornin'i their daily bread, but never forgetting they (knelt! That there Lost Prince that they must be kings, and ready,- descendant 'as turned up, an' they've! even though Samavia never called, crownedhim—'twixt night and morn- I Perhaps the whole story would till too in' they done it! Platt 'is; crown on! many voiunnes to admit of its ever 'is ,'cad, so's they'd lose no tithe." being told fully. But history, makes And off he bolted, . shouting, " 'Oen- the growing of the Secret Party clear. dant of Lost Prince! 'Cenclant of-though.it seems airnost to cease to Lost Prince made Ring of Samavia!". he history, in spite of its efforts: to It ;was then that Lazarus, forget be brief and speak only of dull facts, ting even ceremony, bolted also. He when it is forced to deal with the bolted back to the sitting -room,' rush- Behring .of the Sign by two mere. ed in, and the door fell to behind him. boys, who, being blown as unremark- Marco and The Rat found it shut ed as any two grains of dust across when, having secured a newspaper, Europe, lit the Lamp whose flame so they went down the nessage. At the flared lip to the high heavens that closed door, Marco stopped,' He did as if :front • the''eartb itself there not turnthehandle.the houn- from the in- sprang foz'th.Satnavians by t side of the room there eine the and thousand ready to feed it—Iac o- sound of big convulsive sobs and vitch and Maranovitch swept aside passionate Samavian words of pray- forever and only Samavians remain- er and worshipping gratitude. ing to ery aloud in ardent praise and "Let us wait," Marco said, bomb- worship of the God who had brought ling a little. "He will not want any back to them their LostPrin.ce. The one to see him. Let us wait."' • , battle -cry of his name had ended eta His black pits of. eyes looked ini- ery battle. Swords fell from hands mense, and he stood at his tallest, because swords were not needed. The but he was trembling slightly from Iarovitch fled in terror and dismay: heard to feet. ' The Rat had begun to the Maranovitch were nowhera to be shake; as if from an ague. His Mce found. Between night and morning, was scarcely human ha its fierce un-! as the newsbl y had said, the standard of Ivor ;was raised and waved from palace and citadel alike. From moon, tarn, forest and plain, from city, vil- lage and town, its followers flocked to swear allegiance; brolten and, wounded legions staggered along the toads 'tojein and kneel to it; women and children followed, weeping with joy and 'chanting songs of praise. The Powers held out their scepters to the lately prostrate and ignored coun- try. Train -loads of food and supplies of all things needed began to 'cross the frontier; 'the aicl of the nations was bestowed, 'Samavia, at peace to till its land, to. raise its flocks, ,.to mine its' . ores, would be able to pay' all back. Samavia in past centuries had been rich enough to inalce great loans, and had stored such harvests as warring countries hacl been glad to call upon. The story of the crowning of the Wing had been the wildest of all -the multitude of, ecstatic people, famished, in rags, and many of thein weak with wounds, kneeling at his; feet, praying, as their one salvation and secm'ity, that he 'would .go at- tended by them to their bombarded and. broken cathedral, cind' at its high al- tar let the crown be placed upon his head, so that even those who perhaps must die of their past sufferings would at Ieast have paid their poor hostage to the Ring Ivor who would rule their chilclren,and bring back to Samavia her honor and her peace. "Ivor! Ivor!" they chanted like a prayer;=+"Ivor! Ivor!" in their hous- es, by the roadside, in the streets.° "The story of .the Coronation in the shattered Cathedral, whose : roof batt been -torn to fragments by bombs," said an important London ph -- per, "reads like a legend of the Mid- dle Ages. But, upon tate whole there Is in Samavia's natioltal character, something of the mediaeval, still." Lazarus, havingbought and read in his top floor room every newspaper recording the details, which had reached London, returned to report almost verbatim, standing erect be- fore Marco, the eyes under his shag- gy brows sometimes flaming with ex- ultation, sometimes fillee'i with a rush of tears. Ile could not be made to sit clown. His whole big body seem- ed to have become rigid with magnifi- cence. Meeting Mrs. Bcedle in the Passage, he strode by her with an air so thunderous that she turned and scuttled back to her cellar kitchen, al- most falling clown the stone steps in her nervous terror. In such a mood, he was not a person to face without something like awe. In'the middle of the night, The Rat suddenly spoke to Marco as if he knew that he was awake and, would hear him. "He has given all his life for Sa- mavia!" he said. "When you traveled from country to country, and lived in holes and corners, it was because by doing it he doiild escape spies, and see the, people who must be made to unclerstand. No one else could have made them listen. 'An emperor would have, begun to listen when he had seen. his face and heard his voice. And he could be silent, and wait for the right time to speak. He could keep still when other men could not, He could keep his lace still—and his hands— and Itis eyes. Now all Samavia knows what he has done, and that he has been the greatest patriot in the world. We both saw what Samavians were like that night in the cavern. They will go mad with joy when they see his face!" "They have seen it now," said Mar- co, in a law voice from his bed. Then there was a long silence though it was not quite silence be- .ause The Rat's breathing was so quick and hard, "He -must have been at that cor- onation!" he said at last. "The Kine —what will the Ring do to—repay hip?" Marso did not answer. His breath- ing could be heard also. Ilis mind' Was picturing., that same coronation —the shattered, roofless cathedral, the ruins of the ancient and magnifi- cent high altar, the multitude of kneeling, famine -scourged people, the battle -worn, •wounded and bandaged soldiery! And the King! And his father! Where had his father stood when the Ring was crowned? Surely, he had stood at the King's right hand, and the people had adored and ac- claimed them equally! • "King Ivor!" he murmured asrif he were in a dream. "King Ivor!" The Rat started up on his elbow. "You will see hint," he cried oiit. 'Ice's not a dream any longer. The Game is not a game now—and it is ended—it is wool It was real—he was t:'eal! Marco, I don't believe you hear. " "Yes, I do,' answered Marco, "but it is almost more a dream than when it was one." "The greatest patriot in the World. is like a king himself!" raved The Rat, "If there is no bigger honor to give Min, he will be wade' is prince — and Commander'-in-Chief•—anti. Prime Min- ister! Can't you bear Chose Sama- vians'shouting, and singing, and pray- ing? You'll see it all! De you re- member the mountain climber who was 'going to save the shoes he make for the Beater of .the Sign? He saiii e. great day might come when he could show them to the people. It's come! He'll show thenal I knew how they'll take it!" His voice suddenly drop - PIPE — TOBACCO FOR, rA MIL® Goc.,t:AMoXE You too will be satisfied with HAMCO, the Coke which de- livers the maximum of clean, steady heat at minimum cost. Easy to regulate -- lighter to handle — longer - lasting. And leaves far less ash. Join the army of happy householders who have changed to dustless, smoke- less HAMCO Coke. Order from your local HAMCO dealer — he deserves your fuel business. HAMCO COKE sold in Clinton by: A. D. I IcCARTNEY VICTOR FALCONER J. B. MUSTARD COAL CO. W. J. MILLER & SON ped — as if it dropped into a pit. "you'll see it all. But I shall not." Then Marco- awoke from his dream and lifted his head. "Why not?" he demanded. It sounded like a demand. "Because I know better than to ex- pect ill" The Rat groaned. "'You've taken me a long way, but yen can't take me to the palace of a king. I'm not such a fool as to think that, even of your father—" He broke off because Marco did more than Iift his tread. He sat up- right. "You bore the Sign as much as I did"' he said. "We bore it together." "Who would have listened to me?" cried The Rat. "You were the son of Stefan Loristan," "You were were the friend of his son," answered Marco. "You went at the command of Stefan Loristan. You were the army of the son of Stefan Loristan. That I have told you. Where I go, you will go, We will say no more of this—not one word." And he lay down again in the si- lence of a prince of the blood. ,And The Rat knew that he meant what he said, and that Stefan Loristan also would mean it. And because be was a boy, he began to wonder what Mrs. Beedle would do when she heard what had happened—what had been hap- pening all the time a tall, shabby "foreigner" had lived in her dingy back sitting -room, and been closely watched lest he should go away with- out paying his rent, as shabby for- eigners sometimes did. The Rat saw himself managing to poise himself very erect on his crutches while he told her that the shabby foreigner (Continued on page $) A ilotched Job Is usually one done in a hurry, by a cut-rate printer, who was not able to submit a proof to the -buyer of the, printing. The price at which the jab was done necessitated quick work and the minimam of attention, to detail, esuit! 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