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THE CRANK. it W*o unkempt fellow, with • shock of nu burn hair, Who carte to beard mo an I eat defenseless In mj lair; He had a satchel In one hand, plumb full of dynamite. And la his hinder pocket was a box of melinite. Bis other hand held firmly a right ugly-looking stick. With poisoned prickc-rs on It that would maks a cobra sick; Ana 'twixt his teeth he held a knife—its edge was very keen. In short, his aspect it was such as turned my visage green. 1 asked him what his business was He modestly replied Hs wanted me to let him hare my daughter for his bride. And sixty million dollars, and a two-four trotting horse. And did I run? I didn’t! I Just answered him: “Of course! * “•ril let you wed my daughter and my cousins and my aunts— ’’ I had no female relatives and so could take the chance—- •“ And 'stead of sixty millions, since the sum, my friend, 's for you. Suppose we make it more; let’s say an even eighty-two? nickel on account to bind the bargain is the thing. And you can have the lady when you’ve bought the wedding ring; And whilo we’re getting in the gold from brokers and from banks. I’ll draw a draft on Bonner for his trotter Nancy Hanks.” The follow looked me in the eye, and laid his weapons down; He bit the nickel viciously, as cockneys bite a crown, To seo if it was genuine and not a counterfeit. And then passed gayly down the stairs and out into the street And I am now possessor of a bag of dynamite, A poisoned club, a bowie and a box of melinite, Which cost a nickel only, so that, far as I can see. The crank is not so profitless as he is thought to bo. And I would say to millionaires, and others who are scared, In days like these 'tis well that all for cranks should be prepared. Lay not up stores of pistols; for the case they rarely serve Bo well as does one nickel and a little bit of nerve. —John Kendrick Bangs 1 in Harper’s Weekly.

THE OLD MILL MYSTERY

By Arthur W. Marchmont, B. A.

Author of “ Miser Hoadlcy’s Secret,” “Madellno Power,” “By Whoso Band,” “ Isa,” Ac , Ac. TCopyright, IS®, by the Author.! CHAPTER Vlll —Continued. Whoever the men might be, she had •no wish to meet them, and she turned back till she could find a spot where she could hide and let them pass. She knew the path well; and remembered that a few yards back there was an old shed, into which she could hide. She ran back therefore, quickly and lightly, and hid herself to let the men go by. She heard them coming on, talking angrily. More than once they seemed to stop in the path and stand together, speaking in lower tones. She could only hear a word now and then, and generally that was an oath. Next she recognized one or two of the voices to be those of some of the more desperate and reckless of the strikers. When they came to the gap in the hedge by the shed, through which Mary herself had climbed to get out of their way, they stood together in a group; and the girl could just make out the dim outline of the five or six figures standing and gesticulating and talking earnestly together. Then without giving Mary time to guess what was intended, two of them got through the’ gap in the hedge and walked up close to the shed. One of them turned to the rest and said, in a voice of irritation; “Yes, yes; of course it’s here that he’s coming; where else could he come? Aren’t the things all hidden here? Come in and let us wait; we don’t want to be seen, do we?” And the girl had only time to shrink back in a corner of the place before the men entered the shed.

CHAPTER IX MARY ASHWORTH’S PERIL. Mary Ashworth was a girl with plenty of courage, but she was nervous and frightened enough as fehe shrank back in her corner, whilst the men clustered in the opening of the shed, talking together in low tones. At first she was too alarmed even to attempt to listen to what was said. she tried to think what would be the best course for her to take—whether to make known her presence at once and trust to the men letting her go without trouble, or simply to rely upon the chance of their not noticing her, and so to wait until they had gone. It was a difficult position. The chances of their letting her go without trouble, supposing she declared her presence, were very small. On the other hand, the shed was too dark for her to be discovered, and if she kept quiet an opportunity might offer for her to creep out of the place without being seen. Thus the hope of escaping unnoticed, coupled with the fear of consequences should she make herself known, decided her. She crept into a corner of the shed; close to her was a heap of hay, and she resolved to get behind this, so that if by chance a light was to be brought into the place she would be less likely to be seen She waited anxiously, watching keenly every motion of the group of men. and when she found they all joined in talking or laughing, their attention being thus absorbed, she moved an inch or two at a time. Thus tho noise they made prevented them hearing her movements. In this way little by little she managed to crawl behind the heap of fodder and crouch down. After a time the girl began to listen eagerly to what was said. “What time was Gibeon to be here? It’s past it now. ain’t it?” asked one of the men. “Not later than nine o’clock,” replied another. “He ought to be here bv TOW." “He** always late,” growled a third, •f h. and ka takes precious srood care

to bo out of tli* maj when the fun be* gins, too,” said one, whom Mery recognized as Jack Dilworth, the man who had attacked Tom. “He kept eut of the way t’other night when we tried to square accounts with that young blackleg, Tom Roy lance.” “Black-and-blue-leg, you should say. Jack,” said another, laughing at the reference to the other’s injury. “Aye, curse the young devil,” growled the man, angrily and fiercely, in reply. “I’ll make him sorry he ever met me that night. See if I don’t.” “Shut up, Jack; what do you want making Such a devil of a row for? We’ve got something more to talk about than a touch of the calf of your leg.” “H —sh!” cried a man, warningly, who was standing outside. “I can hear some one coming. H —sh!” There was silence among them in an instant; and Mary heard some one go oast, whistling as he went. It seemed to her that he was hurrying. She deliberated a moment whether she should call for help; but consideration showed her that such a course would be foclish. The next minute she was more than glad she had kept silent. “Here cames Gibeon,” cried the man who was looking out. “Are you there, lads?” asked the newcomer. “Did you sen him?” “Who?” cried one or two together. “Why, that knobstick, Tom Roylance. That was him just went by. I’ve been dogging him.” “Why the devil didn’t you knock him in the head?” burst from Jack Dilwortli; “or call me to do it if you were afraid.” “Because there’s a worse business in store for him than a cracked skull, Jack; as you yourself ’ll see, before this job’s over,” answered Gibeon Prawle, with an oath. “What’s that?” asked the other eagerly. “What do you say if we put the whole job on to his shoulders?” “That ’ud be a goodlra,” cried one or two with a laugh. “But you couldn’t do it, could you?” “Couldn’t I? Well, wait a bit and see. But now, what about things? In the first place, I’ve got news for you, and nice news it is, too.” “What is it?” cried some one when he stopped. “Why, that a lot of cowards mean going back to work in a day or two, and that they’ve been to Gorringe and sold us. It’s all through those hands who wouldn’t come out when they ought to have done, and that Roylance is at the bottom of it all.” “Curse him,” said one or two, suiting the action to the word.

“Don’t be in a hurry to send him to hell,” said Gibeon, with an ugly laugh; “there’ll he a little bit of bother worth keeping him on earth for a bit longer yet. I know a thing or two. You leave him, and if ho don’t get more than paid out in full, my name’s not Gibeon.” “Serve the hound right,” said the others. “But now, to business,” said Gibeon. “Are we still all of the same mind and determined to deal out justice to the man who has treated us in this way?” “Yes, of course we are, mate,” said one of the men, impatiently. “What else are we here for?” “Good,” said Gibeon. “Have you thought any more about how you mean to do what’s wanted to be done, Jos?” he asked, turning to one of the men, whose name was Jos namer. “Aye, lad, that’ll be all right. You give me ten minutes, or at the outside fifteen, in the engine room, and I’ll bet my last tanner that there won’t bn no work inside the place for a month—or six months, for that matter. All you’ve got to do is get me inside, and then leave me to do the rest.” “We’ll manage that. Young Ben Druce was to have watched to-night; but he’s off; and so old Ben takes his place, and you know what sort ho is for his beer. He’s been guzzling all the afternoon, with Tom Carter here, and he’s tight now, isn’t he, Tom?” “Aye, lad, that he is,” said the man addressed, with a laugh at his own cunning. “He’s more’n tight he’s downright boozed, and as muddleheaded as a fool.” “You can get Jos inside, can’t you, Tom, without his being seen by old Ben?” “Ben wouldn’t seo an army to-night,” replied the man. “I’ll get him in right enough, and go and talk to Ben all the time he’s there. Stand him another pint, maybe. Start him on the booze and he’s like a train going down grade with the brake busted.”

“Then our part will be to keep a sharp look out all round to see that no one comes in the way,” said Gibeon. “You’ve got the key that you want, Tom?” “What, on me?” answered Tom Carter. “Not me. Tain’t very likely as I’m going to walk about with such an ugly bit of evidence as that in my pocket. What do you take me for? But it’s all right.” “Where is it, then?” “Why, here, to be sure; along with Jos’ tools. But it isn’t good enough to walk about with things like them, is it?” “All right. I only meant to make sure that everything was in order. It’s a bit too early to start yet. You’re sure you can do what has to be done in the time you say, Jos?” “Sure, of course T am. Do you think I’m a fool?” “What are you going to do?” asked Jack Dilworth, in a surly voice. “Never you mind. What I’m going to do won’t, take no lives and won’t break no limbs. And if Tom Carter here manages the job properly, so as I can get in and out again without leaving any traces, and if you chaps keep a sharp look out, and save us from any awkward little interruptions, we shall be all snug away home and La bed before anything happens. And when it do happen —well,” he added, with a sniff and a short dry laugh of self satisfaction, “the whole blooming machinery w>n’t be worth an old mule {ram* I hat'o all ”

“Well, you needn’t be so blessed secret about it- Only take care your time fuse don’t set the place on fire, else you may do the gaffer just as good a turn as you want to do him a bad one —through the insurance money. I don’t like your dynamite; it’s pesky stuff to handle.” “It won’t set it on fire, lad, never fear; and it ain’t dynamite that I’m going to use. But it’s something that'll do the job all right, don’t you fret. I know what I'm after,” said the man who had been addressed as Jos. “Well, I’m hanged if I see what we’re wanted for at all,” growled Jack Dilworth. “Don’t yon? Well, do you think I’m going to work the thing all myself for you to benefit? Not me. We stand in this little matter all together, sink or swim. If you’re afraid, you’d better say so, and be quick about it.” “Who said I was afraid?” answered Dilworth, hotly. “If no one was more afraid than me, it would be all right.” “That’s all right,” said Gibeon Prawle, quickly, interpos'ng to make peace. “There’s no need to talk about anyone being afraid, Jos, nor of anybody standing out. The boss has done us all a bad turn, and we owe him a grudge for it, and mean to pay him. Now, what about that clew to show Tom Roylauce’s hand in this?” “I’d like that for my part of the business,” cried Dilworth. “It’ll be done all right, lad, don’t you fear,” said Gibeon. “There are some of us who don’t love him a bit more than you do. We’re jastgoing to see that something belonging to him is found by the watchman to-night in a way that shows he must have been hanging round the place.” “It’ll take a clever bit of spinning to make much of a yarn out of a bit of short staple stuff like that," said one of the men.

“That’s as it may be,” answered Gibeon. “But when things are in the state of flurry and excitement that’ll come after this business, folks ain’t going to be too dainty about their suspicions. But now it’s time we were thinking of moving. We’d better not go out altogether. You four, who have got to act as scouts, had better go off, two together. I shall follow you, and Jos and Tom will come on when we have made certain that the coast is clear. Have you got the tools?” “They’re in the corner there, just buried a bit out of sight,” answered Jos. “Can you manage without striking a light? There might be somebody about.” “Yes; I can do all right, I think,” he said. “I know where to put my hand on them.” As he spoke,. Mary, whose eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, saw him turn in her direction, and her heart sank within her when she heard him moving straight toward the corner where she was hiding. She held her breath, and her heart beat so loud and so fast that she was afraid it might betray her as it throbbed and thumped against her ribs. She kept as motionless as death, in the hope that the man might be able to get wlia f he wanted without noticing her presence. He groped along, muttering something about the darkness, and feeling his way by the side of the shed. When he was within a few inches of her he stopped, and she heard him, and almost felt him, stoop down and begin to clear away the hay from the ground, not a foot from where she crouched. She could hear him breathe. Then he began to move a little of the earth flooring of the shed, and some of it actually lay upon her dress. He rose for a moment, and Mary felt him standing close to her. Then she was conscious that he was stooping over her with his hands stretched out and down, and the next instant she felt his fingers touch first her hair and then her shoulders. Knowing she was discovered, she sprang up to make a rush from the place, while the man cried out: “By God, lads, lookout; there’s some one in the shed.” The next moment the girl felt herself caught by the arm, a light was kindled, and Gibeon Prawle, holding it over his head, glared into her, face, while the other men gathered round her with surprise, fear and wrath stampe d upon their faces.

CHAPTER X FACE TO FACE WITH CERTAIN DEATH “Mary Ashworth!” The exclamation burst from several of the men simultaneously, and for a time the fear which held the girl made her unable to speak. “What were you doing here, you spying hussy?” said Jack Dilworth, pushing in front of the rest and thrusthis lean long features into hers. “How came you here?” “I wish to go,” said Mary, as firmly as she could. But it was a difficult task even to seem collected. “I daresay you do, my lass; but you’re not going any more for that,” cried Dilworth, with a brutal laugh. “Anyways not yet We didn’t expect the pleasure of your company, you know; but now you’re here you’ll have to stop.” The girl’s answer to this was simply to break away from the group and rush to the entrance of the shed. But Jos Hamer put himself in her way. “You can’t go, my lass, till this tangle has been cleared,” he said, quietly. “You don’t seem to see that this is a serious business.” “If you force me, of course I can't resist seven men.” “No, you’re right you can’t; and so you’d better not try. We’re none of us in a mood to be played the fool with,” he added, meaningly. “What do you mean to do, then?” asked Mary. “That’s just what we haven’t settled yet,” he replied. “You'd best go inside and wait. while we talk this thing out.” And there was that in his voice and manner which urged Mary to do what he said. She walked to the back of the shed and waited while the men talked to

gretber with trashed and anrlotw eager ness. It was not until that moment that she realized fully the real character and danger of the situation. But she reflected then that the men had placed themselves in her power. She knew nothing of the criminal law, but she could not but be aware that what they had been plotting to do amounted to a terrible crime. Thus she felt that probably she held their liberty in her hands. At first she had thought of nothing except that she would be able possibly to prevent them carrying out their plan—and this she had determined to do at any risk to herself; but her chief pleasure had been that she would certainly be able to save Tom from the suspicion of having had any share in the work Now, however, the exceeding gravity and danger of her position flashed upon her. Her peril would be great indeed if these desperate men, who had put themselves in her power, believed she had played the spy in order to betray them. It was a relief when at last they turned to her and began to put questions. Hamer was spokesman, and hia manner was stern, hard and sharp. “Who sent you here to spy on us?” he said, bluntly and suddenly, turning to Mary. “If you tell ua all, we may let you go.” “No one,” answered the girl, readily “I was not sent here by anyone, and did not come here to spy.” “How came you to know we were going to meet here? Don’t lie,” he said, roughly and warningly. “I did not know you were going to meet. I came here by chance—quite by chance.” “But you were here when we entered. Dow was that! How came you to be near the shed at all?”

“I tell you it was all by chance. I was walking on the footpath outside, and was going back to the village when I heard your voices. I didn’t know who you were, and had no fancy to be met by anyone, so I turned back and came in here to wait while you passed. Then you came in, and I couldn’t get out.” “So you stopped and listened to all that passed? Did you hear all that wai said?” “I heard a great deal.” “Ah!” cried several of the men “Why didn’t you go when you found we were talking about matters that didn’t concern you?” “I had a reason,” said the girl. “Ah! hear that!” cried some of the others again, this time angrily. “What reason?” asked her quea* tioner. “I shall not say.” “You’d better. It won’t pay to trifle with us.” “I shall not say,” repeated Mary, firmly. She was determined not to bring Tom’s name in if she could help it. “Ah, I thought we should come to some secret reason directly. I suppose you were told to say that by those who sent you.” “I was not sent,” said Mary. “I have told you the truth.” “Are you going to tell the whole truth?” asked the man. “Yes, to those questions which 1 choose to answer.” “Well, then, what did you mean to do if we hadn’t caught you before we left the shed?” “I meant to try and stop you from carrying out your plot to destroy the machinery of the mill,” answered Mary, boldly. “You meant to betray ua, did you?" asked the man, and his voice was harder and his manner harsher than before. “I meant to save the mill and my means of earning my living.” [TO Bit CONTINUED.}

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