Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 262, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 March 1924 — Page 8

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BEGIN iieke today Colonel Hollre. soldier and adventurer, returns to England, his native land, when war with Holland is declared. His Grace of Buckingham hires Holies to abduct the actress. Sylvia Farquh arson. It is dark when the Colonel carries her to the house Buckingham lias rented. Upon their arrival Holies is horrified to see that Sylvia is an old sweetheart. The Servants of the Duke render the colonel unconscious. When Buckingham attempts to embrace Sylvia, her dress falls from her throat, revealing a purple blotch, token of the pleague The Duke and his servants flee. Holies nurses Sylvia and saves her life. Then Holies disappears in the night. Sylvia engages to nurse the plague victims. Holies drinks too heavily and, falling on the street, is picked up by a plague cart. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY hjV 71 ELL still swarm, Larry,” he I—II said querulously. J Larry approached, pulling at his pipe. He growled a lewd oath, expressive of contempt and indifference. “What odds?” he added cynically. ‘ He’ll be cold enough or ever we comes to Aldgate.” And he laughed as he took the doublet Nick flung at him. The next moment their filthy hooks were in the garments they had left upon Holies, and they had added him to the terrible load that already halffilled their cart. They backed the vehicle out of the alley, and then trundled on. going eastward, their destination being the pit at Aldgate. They were already approaching their destination, and the first light of dawn, pallid, cold, and colorless as a moonstone, was beginning to dispel the darkness, when, be it from the jolting of the cart, or from the flow of blood where one of those foul hooks had scraped his thigh, or yet from preserving Nature, quickening his wits that he might save himself from suffocation, the Colonel was aroused from his drunken trance. He awakened, thrusting fiercely for air. and seeking to dislodge a heavy mass that lay across his face. He braced himself and heaved more strenuously, until at length he won clear, so far. at least, as his head was concerned. ' r Rub on Sore Throat Musterole relieves sore throat quickly. Made with oil of mustard, it is a •lean, while ointment that will not burn or blister like the old-rasaioned mustard fdaster. Just spread it on with your fingers. Gently but surely it penetrates to the sore spot and draws out the pain. To Mothers: Musterole Is also made in milder torm fur babies and small children. Ask for Children’s Musterole. To & 65c in jars A- tubes: hospital size. S3

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He saw the pui.ng stars above and was able at last to breathe freely and without effort. But the burden which he had succeeded in thrusting from his head, now lay across his breast, and the weight of it was troublesome and painful. He put forth a hand, and realizing by the sense of touch that what he grasped was a human arm, he shook it vigorously. Eliciting no response, he began to grow angry. ‘‘Afoot there, ye drunken lob,” he growled in q. thick voice. "Get up, I sav Get up! O’s my life! D’ye take me for a bed that you put yourself tp sleep across me? Gerrup!” he roared, his anger increasing before that continued lack of response. "Gerrup. or I’ll . . He ceased abruptly, blinking in the glare of ligh that suddenly struck

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"NAY, RANDAL. You ARE AWAKE AT LAST.” across his eyes from the flaming head of the torch which had been thrust upward. The art had come to a standstill, and above the tall sides of it, rising into his field of vision, came the two horrible figures of the carters, whom the sound of his voice had brought to mount the wheels of the vehicle. In plaintive impatience cam® the nasal voice of one of those ghouls. ‘T told ve the gentry-cove was warm. Larry."’ "Aye! Well? And what now?" quoth the other querulously ‘Why. fling him out, o’ course." But Holies was no longer in need of their assistance. Their words and what he saw of that grim load of which he was a part made him realize at last his ghastly situation. He heaved himself clear, and struggled, gasping, to his knees. Thence he gripped the side of the cart, pulled himself to his feet, flung a leg over and leapt down, stumbling as he did so. and sprawling full length upon the ground. By the time he had gathered himself up. the cart was already trundling on again, and the peals of hearse, obscene laughter from the carters were ringing hideously through the silent street. Mechanically he trudged on and on, aimlessly now, a man walking in a nightmare. At last he pause!, without knowledge or care of where he was: utterly bereft of strength, he sank presently into the shelter of the doorway cf a deserted house, and there fell asleep. When next he awakened, he was lying in the full glare of a sun that was already high in the heavens. He looked about him. and found himself in surroundings that were utterly strange to him. so that he could form no notion of whither he had strayed. In mid-street stood a man in a steeple hat dressed in black, leaning upon a red wand and regarding him attentively. “What ails you?” the man asked him. seeing him awake and conscious. Disgruntled, Holies glared at him. “The sight of you," he snapped, and struggled stiffly *up. ‘Naught else.” Yet, even as he gained his feet, a giddiness assailed him. He steadied ; himself a moment against the doorpost; then reeled and sank down again upon the step that had been his couch. For some few seconds he sat there bemused, marveling at his condition. Then, acting on a sudden thought, he tore open the breast of his shirt.

“I lied!" he shpuhed wildly. When next he looked "up, he was laughing, a ringing, exultant laugh. “I lied! There Is something else. Look!" And he pulled his shirt wider apart, so that the man might see what he had A>und. And that was the last thing that he remembered. On his breast the flower of the plague had blossomed while he slept. ' CHAPTER XXVII ’ The Post-house There ensued for Colonel Holies on some plane other than that of mundane life a period of fevered activity, of dread encounters and terrible combats, of continual strife with a relentless opponent dressed in black and white satin who wore the countenance of His Grace of Buckingham and who was ever ou the point of slaying him, yet. being unmerciful, never slayed. The fact is that Holies lived In a world of delirium, hence at last he awakened one day to sanity—awakened to die. as he thought, when he had taken stock of his surroundings and leajized them by the aid of memories he assembled of his last waking conscious hours. . He found himself lying on a pallet, near a window, through which he had a glimpse of foliage and of a strip of indigo sky. Tears gathered in his eyes, and rolled down his wasted cheeks. Steps were softly approaching his bedside. Someone was Jeaning over him. He turned his head oonce more and looked up. And then a great, fear took possession of him, so that for a moment his heart seemed to contract. Aloud, he explained to himself that apparition. “I am at my dreams again!” he complained in a whisper. At his bedside stood a woman, young and comely in the gray homespun, with the white bands and bib and coif that made up the saA of Puritans. Her face was and pale and oval.

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her eyes were long, of a color between blue and green, veiy wistful now in iheir expression, and from under the wings of her coif escaped one or two heavy chestnut curls, to lie upon her white neck. A fine cool hand sought his Own where it lay upon the coverlet, s voice that was full of soft, sad music answeAd him. “Nay, Randall. You are awake at last —thank God!” And now he saw that those long wistful eyes wer aswim In tears. "Where am I, then?” he asked, in *

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD iiOALL TOWN—By STANLEY

his first real bewilderment since awakening. “In the pest-house in Bunhill Fields, she told him, which only served to increase the confusion in his mind. “That is ... I can understand that. I have the plague, I know. I remember being stricken with It. But you? How come you here . . . in a pest-house?” “There was nowhere else for me to go, after . , . after I left that house in Knight Ryder Street.” And very

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briefly she explained the circumstances. “And you tended me? You?” Incredulous amazement lent strength to his enfeebled voice. “Did not you tend me?” she answered him. He made a gesture of repudiation with one of his hands, grown so pale and thin. Then he looked at her with piteous eyes. “I scarce dare hope that you will forgive me all . . .” "But I do, R&ndii.l. I do. I have

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long since forgiven you. I gave you my forgiveness and gratitude when I knew what you had done for me, how you risked your life in reparation. If I could forgive you then, can I harbor resemment, now that I know all? I do forgive—freely, utterly, completely, Randal dear.” “Then I am content. What matter all my unrealized dreams of crowned knight-errantry, all my high-flown ambitions? To this must I have come in the end. I was a fool not to have taken the quiet good to which I was

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

IRECKLeS AND iHS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

bom. Then might we have been happy, Nan, and neither of us would have felt the need to seek the hollow triumphs of the world.” “You talk as if you were to die,” she reproved him through his tears. ‘‘But you shall get well again.” "That surely were a crowning folly when I may die so happily.” And then the doctor supervened to interrupt them, and to confirm circumstantially her assertion that Holies was now out of danger. The truth is that, what he had

SATURDAY, MARCH 15, 1924

—By MARTIN

—By TAYLOR

done for her when she was plpgru*strloken, she had now done for him. By unremitting care of him to thaj endless hours of his delirium, reokless of how she exhausted herself in the effort, she had brought him safely through the Valley of the Shadow, and already, even as he spoke of dying, deluded by his weakness and the great lassitude that attends exhaustion into believing that already he stood upon the threshold, his recovery we* assured. ' (Continued In Our Nest Issue!