Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 242, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 February 1924 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Colonel Holies, soldier and adventurer, returns to England, the laud of his birth, when war is declared with Holland. He comes to lodge with Martha Quinn, wealthy- hostess of the Paul's Head, in Paul’s Yard. London. It is dangerous for the Colonel to secure a commission in the English army because the name of Randal Holies. father of the Colonel, is on the warrant for the execution of the late king. His Grace of Albemarle, friend of the Colonel.-promises Holies a comrntssioriybut >9 forced to give the appointment to a friena of His Grace of Buckingham instead. Martha Quinn proposes marriage to the Colonel, but Holies refuses her offer. The Colonel is in despair when Albemarle tells him that he has no commission for him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY id,.", l O be snatched up again by I I some debt-ridden pimp who { ) wants to escape his creditors,” said Holies, bis tone betraying at last some of the bitterness fermenting in his soul. Albemarle stood sorrowfully regarding him. "This lilts you bard, Randal. I know.” The Colonel recovered and forced a laugh. "Pooh! Hard hits have mostly been my portion.” “I know.” Albemarle paced to window and back, his head sunk bev *AVE | f * Mtßcy ill UPON I Barcas-,, HE BEHELD A MAN WITH A : PIKE BEFORE A PADLOCKED, DOOR. tween his shoulders. Then he came lo a halt before the Colonel. “Keep me informed of where you are lodged, and look to hear from me again as Boon as may be. Be sure that I will ilo my best.” The Colonel’s glance kindled again. It was a flicker of the expiring flame of hope. \ “You really think that something else will offer?” His grace paused before answering, and, in the pause, the sorrowful gravity of his face increased. “To be frank with you, Randal, 1 hardly dare to think it. Chances for such as you are, as you Understand, not .. . frequent. But the unex-

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pected may happen sooner than we dare to hob©- If it does, be sure 111 not forget you. Be sure of that.” Holies thanked him steadily, and rose to depart, his radiance quenched, despondency in every line of him. Albemarle watched from under furrowed brows. As he reached the door the Duke detained him. “Randal! A moment.” The Colonel tifrnecl and waited whilst slowly Albemarle approached him. His grace waa deep in thought, and he hesitated before speaking. “You . . . you are not urgently in need of money, I trust?” he said at last. The Colonel’s gesture and laugh conveyed a shame faced admission that he was. Albemarle's eyes considered him a moment'still. Then, slowly, he drew a puree from his pocket. It was apparently a light purse. He unfastened it* “If a loan will help you until . “No, no!” cried Holies, his pride aroused against accepting what amounted almost to alms. ’ Even so the repudiation was no more than half-hearted. But there was no attempt from Albemarle to combat it. He did not press the offer. CHAPTER XI _____ A Woman Scorned OLO.N’EL IIOLLES retraced his steps to the city on foot. A—- ■ hackney-coach, such as that in which he had driven almost in triumph to the Cockpit, was no longer for him; nor yet could he submit to the expense of going by water now that the unexpected was all that stood between himself and destitu tion. And yet the was not quite all. An alternative existed, though a very desperate one. There was the rebellion in which Tucker had sought fruitlessly hitherto to en gage him. Ihe thought of It began to stir in his dejected mind, as leaden footed he dragged himself toward Temple Rar through the almost ’-•tifling heat which was making itself Rdt in London at the end of that I uonth of May. Temptation urged ! him now-, notlrished not only by the | circumstance that In rebellion lay j lfls last hope of escaping starvation, but also by hot resentment against an inclement and unjust government t iat drove able soldiers such as himself into the kennels, whilst befriend ing the worthless minions who pandered to the profligacy of a worthless prince. Vice, he told himself, was the only passport to service in this Lngland of the restored Stuarts. Tuckar and Rnthbone were right. A' least what they did was justified and hallowed by the country’s need of salvation from the moral leprosy that was fastening itself upon it. a i disease more devastating and deadly than fhis plague upon which the republicans counted to arouse the na tion to a sense of its positions. He counted the cost of failure; but he counted it derisively. His life i : would be claimed. That was the | stake he set upon the board. But, | considering that it was the only stake remaining him. why hesitate? What, after ail, was this life of his worth t-hat he should be tender of setting it upon a last throw,- with Fortune? Fortune favors boldness. Perhaps ;n the past he had not been bold enough. - Deep in his musings he had reached St. Clement Danes, when he was abruptly aroused by a voice, harsh | and warningly commandihg. ’’Keep your distance, sir!” Checking, he looked round to the right, whence the order came. He beheld a man with a pike, who stood before a padlocked door that was smeared with a red cross a foot *n length, above which aTso In red ; was heavily daubed the legend: Lord Have Mercy Upon Us. Taken thus by surprise, the Colonel shuddered as at the contact of some- | thing unclean and horrible. Hastily I he stepped out into the middle of the unpaved street. and, pausing there a moment, glanced up at the closed shut- | ters of the infected house. It was the j first that he had seen; for although he : had come this way a week ago. when i the plague was already active in the j neighborhood, yet it was then confined to Butcher s. Row on the north side of the church and to the mean streets that issued To find it thus upon the main road between the city and Whitehall was to be rendered unpleasantly conscious of its spread. And, as he now pursued his way with instinctively quickened steps, he found his thoughts thrust more closely than ever upon the uses which the revolutionaries could make’ of this dread pestilence. Much brooding In his disturbed state of mind distorted his mental vision, so that he came presently to adopt the view- that this plague was a visitation from Heaven upon a city abandoned to ungodliness. Heaven, it followed, must be on the side of those who labored to effect a purifying change. The end of it wAs that, as he toiled up Ludgate Hill toward Paul’s, his resolve was taken. That evening he would seek Tucker and throw in his lot with the repulbicans. Coming into Paul’s Yard, he found a considerable crowd assembled before the western door of the cathedral. It was compesed of people of all degrees; merchants, shopkeepers, prentices, horseboys, scanvengers, rogues from the alleys that lay behind the Ola ’Change, Idlers and . sharpers from Paul’s Walk, with a sprinkling of women, of town-gallants, and of soldiers. And there, upon the steps of the portico, stood the magnet that had drawn them in the shape of that black crow of a Jack Presbyter preaching the city’s doom. And his text—recurring like the.refrain of a song—was ever the same: “Ye- have deflled your sanctuaries by the multitude of your iniquities, by the iniqfßty of your traffic.” And yet, from between the Corinthian pillars which served him for his background, had been swept away the milliners’ shops that had stood there during the Commonw’ealth. 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An egg flung by th® hand of a butcher’s boy smashed full In his face to crop his period short. He staggered and gasped as the glutinous mass of yolk and white crept sluggishly down his beard and dripped thence to spread upon the rusty black of his coat. “Deriders! Scoffers!” he screamed, and with arms that thrashed the air in imprecation, he looked like a windtossed scarecrow. “Your doom Is at hand. Your . . .” A roar qf laughter provoked by the

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spectacle he presented drowned his frenzied • voice, and a shower of of-, fensive missiles pelted him from every quarter. The last of these was a living cat, which clawed itself against his breaAt, spitting furiously in Its terror. Overwhelmed, the prophet turned and fled between the pillars Into the shelter of Paul’s itself, pursued by laughter and insult. But scarcely had he disappeared than with uncanny suddenness that laughter sank frym a roar to r splutter. To this succeeded

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a moment of deadly silence. Then the crowd broke, and parted, Its members ‘‘departing at speed In every direction with cries in which horror had taken now the place that was so lately held by mirth. Colonel Holies, finding himself suddenly alone, and as yet very far from understanding what had taken place to scatter those men and women in such panic, advanced a step or two into the suddenly emptied space before the cathedral steps. There on the

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roughly cobbled ground he beheld a writhing man, a well-made, vigorous fellow In the very prime of life, whose dress was that of a tradesman of some prosperity. His round hat lay beside him, where he had fallen, pnd he rolled his head from side to side spasmodically, moaning faintly the while. Os his eyes nothing was visible but the whites, showing under the line of his half-closed lids. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

THURSDAY, FEB. 21, 1524

—By MARTIN

—ByTAYLOR

RABBI FEUERLICHT TALKS Universal peace is not far distant, Rabbi M. Feuerlicht of the Indianapolis Hebrew congregation, told the Kiwanis club Wednesday. He said that a peace plan should not be made a football .for politicians. “We have been trying to recover our equilibrium since the war and we have been looking at things too closely,” said Rabbi Feuerlicht. ‘‘l hope we can repeat the Joy known over the world In November, 1118.”