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I was lazing on the rotten balcony before P'f the busy front of the Mariner's Joy when v£ I first saw Taras. He came from Ferryboat alley, the passage running between the Joy and Baxter's wharf and leading to the 'i atfeps where the old ferry used to ply, bei*, tween that part of Shad well and Bother[H hithe, and another man was with him pamed Drigo. Taras was a fine, big man, fair, with a long tawny mustache and a

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beard. He was dressed like a workman in a dark gray suit, a flannel shirt and ^. a blue handkerchief for a tie, but he didn't look like a workman for all that—at any „f- rate not such as you see down Shadwell way. He was too clean and active for that.

Drigo was not a bit like him, being middle y.' aged, meiager, with a stoop in his shoulders, and having a yellow face, with high cheek bones, a sparse black beard and slanting f'- ®3re8. Men like him are commbn enough about Wappingand the Highway,

Joy and then at Baxter's wharf on the right and Johnson's yard at the left, Dri^o talking with great earnestness in a low voice all the while and Taras listening gravely as he smoked his pipe and replying only with a word or a nod of his head from *'f time to time. 1 couldn't make out what they found to Interest them, for Baxter's wharf was shut up—and had been shut up for years—and there was nothing in Johnson's yard but a great heap of rusting boilera and old iron. As for the Mariner's Joy, witli ita broken windows, the gaping planks of its bay front and the rotten balcony projecting over the muddy foreshore, there wan nothing in that to attract attention.

They saw me, and Drigo made a joke at my expense, I believe, for he chuckled as he stared at me, but Taras smoked on gravely and never smiled.

At length they quitted the steps and came up Ferryboat alley, and a minute or ,4 two afterward 1 heard them open the door in Sweet Apple lane and enter the sanded bar. I went in through the bar parlor to serve them. "Give us some gin, miss," said Drigo, ,, speaking with an odd accent.

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Olve us some gin, mtsx," said Drigo. 'I "We ain't got no gin. We're lost our license," I.answered. "That's a good sign." said Drigo in a low tone, nudging Taras. "What do you people drink here?" Taras asked. "Potigelo—four half gon'lly."

They decided to have some "four half," and while I was drawing it Taras saids "Can we have a room here for a few days?" 'Tain't likely. None of the rooms ain't furnished, 'ceptin the parlor, and the bloke sleeps in that." "Where is the bloke?" t- "Gorned out." "When will be be in?" "Don't know. Preaps five minutes, pre aps not afore shuttin up time."

All that I know now has been acquired since that time. Then I spoke like a savage and was little bettor than a savage in any way, having lived from ay earliest days friendless and utterly neglected.

Taras and Drigo spoke together In a tongue unknown to me, and that gave me an opportunity of looking at them more closely. Tarns was about S3 then, and as I have said a flue, large man. There were resolution and strength in his chin and nose, but great kindness in his mouth and clear, deep blue eyes. I could see then that he was to be loved and feared as well. Not so Drigo. There was nothing to love in his face. His deep sunk black eyes were cuifty his mouth was brutal his mustache was clipped, and bristling out added to the ferocity of the lower part of his face. Two front teeth were missing.

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3i,,' go pointed across toward the Commerdal docks, but I could not make out what he said. Taras nodded, and they turned round and looked attentively at the Mariner's

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were black. His face was deeply marked by the smallpox. That type of man was not unknown to me. "I suppose w® may wait hoe till the—the bloke returns?" Taras said. "You ken if you like," "Is he your father?" asked Drigo, seating himself on the bench facing the bar. "No." "Your husband?"

"What then?*' "What's that to you?" I replied. "What is it to any one?" I asked myself as I made my way through the bar parlor to my former place on the balcony. "What does it matter to any one who I am or what lam? A homeless dog would find more friends than a drowning c*t would get more pity. What good am I to any one? What good is life to me?"

Such thoughts as these were passing through my mind as 1 lolled upon the sodden handrail of the platform, looking out at the thick, dun water that sluggishly lapped the slimy shore, when feeling the presence of some one 1 turned my head aod perceived Taras standing near with a notebook and a pencil in his hands. He had found his way out there by the pas

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coarse jest and heartless sarcasm to heed another shaft, more or less, even from one who seemed less brutal than the rest— but I bad no desire to acid to the amusement of my natural enemies. "Do you mind standing as you s£QCd just now?" he asked. "Garn aw'y," I replied, turning on him spitefully. "Who d'ye think y're a-gettin at? D'ye think I don't know yer game? D'ye think I'm going to stand for you to make fun of me? I'm as ugly as sin and not so pleasant—there y'are. I know what lam." 'n&t "Ugly!" he said, with an accent of astonishment. "Yes, ugly. Else why do they call me the kipper?" "The kipper? That is the fish with warm, reddish brown color—the color of your hair." "No, it ain't. They call me 'goldin surrup' and 'treacle'when they're gettin at the color of my hair, and they call me 'kipper' because I'm so skinny and flat. They can call me anything they likes to lay their tongue to—I don't mind, but I ain't goin to be drawed and stuck up for all the lotto laugh at—not me!"

Just then I heard the front door open, and going into the bar I met the blokePutty was his name—who had returned. He was all right—quite sober—for a wonder. I gave him the money I had taken, and nodding at Drigo said: "These parties is a-waitin to see you."

He had not yet noticed Drigo, who sat up in a dark corner watching him as if to find out what sort of a man they had to deal with. Putty now examined him in the same way, and then turning to Taras, who had entered from the passage, treated him to along stare. "We want to know if you can let us have the use of a room for a few nights," said Taras. "For a 'private purpose," added Drigo, rising, and dropping his voice as he came closer said, with a wink, "unbeknown to .outsiders, you understand."

Putty nodded, and addressing me said, "Hook it," as he took down a pot and drew himself some beer. Taras gave me a pleasant nod as I slunk out by the front door. That altered my destiny. It was not an uncommon thing for me to be sent out of the way wnen Putty had business affairs to talk about with his customers across the bar of the Joy, and I never troubled my self even to wonder what his secret dealings were, but that kindly look in the face of Taras excited a strange feeling of interest in my mind, which made me curious to know what business he had to transact with such a rascal as the bloke.

I slipped down Ferryboat alley to the shore, climbed np the rotten timbers on to the balcony and edged myself into the bar parlor, where I could hear pretty distinctly all that was said in the bar.

Drigo was speaking, but his broken English and the low, crafty tone of his voice made what ho said unintelligible to me. It seemed to perplex Putty also, for presently interrupting him he said with irritation: "Here! It's no mauuer of use your being BO cussed sly over this here business. I must know all the particlers straightforard afore I go into it. Here, I likes your looks better 'an what I do your parduer's, mate. Lemme hear what you've got to say." "The matter's simple enough," replied Taras. "Three friends have left their country for certain reasons. To do so they engaged themselves as sailors on board a vessel bound for London. Their contract binds them to return with the ship to their country, and they cannot openly break the contract without rendering themselves liable to be taken back by force. But they intend to desert, and our object is to provide a place of refuge to which we may convey them by night from their ship as soon as it arrives, and where they may change .their seagoing clothes for the dress we shall have in readiness for them. We chose this inn for that purpose because it is conveniently near the dock and is not open to observation. If you do not choose to let us use your house, we must find another. That is the whole matter." "Now I tumble to it right enough," said Putty. "I see you're a gen'leman, sir, and I allers likes to deal with gen'lemen. But you will understand, sir, that all this here is agen the law, and I lay myself open to lose my license and get a month or two of hard even for lettin of parties into the house after closin hours." "I will pay you foryour'rtsk. How much do you want?" "It's more risky than what you think. It looks a dead and alive hole, as no one comes anigh once in a blue moon, but the coppers keep a bloomin sharp eye on us all the same. When do you expect this here ves sel?" "Tomorrow. But it might be delayed till Saturday."

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two or three nights. Of course the job would be pulled off when nobody much ain't about?" "Between 9 and 8 in the morning, if posst bit," "That'd da" Then after alittle consideration Putty said "Here, I'll tell you what ril do with you. You shall have the use of my room for a dollar a ni^ht while you're on the lookout, and you shall band over five quid the night the job is pulled off and your mates get clear. Now I cant say fairer than that, can I?"

Taras accepted these terms, and after some further discussion he and Drigo left the Joy, saying they would return the fol lowing afternoon.

I slipped out of the Joy by the way I had entered it and hurried round to the front, impelled, I think, by some unrecognised hope that Taras would nod to me again. 1 know that 1 sank down on the steps of Baxter's wharf disconsolate when I saw him in the distance turn the corner of Ferryboat alley and disappear without looking back.

sam'Mdwa* amaSng htawelf by sketching taming my eyes saw Drigo coming back. leaning against the wall, with his pips Jos* before be reached the Mariner's Joy to his mouth. 1 thought he was "taking he stopped and fadngabout waited a couple me off finding something In my face to of minutes or so, looking up the alley as if ridicule Uke every one else, and I turned to make sure that he was not followed. tar bade on him. Not that 1 minded Then he dived quickly down the two steps whether be made sport of me or not—I was and entered the house. I had taken a dinton to aerr* aa the butt of like to the man from the first. There was

I had been sitting there in dull apathy, my elbows on my knees and my chin fat my palms, a quarter of an hour cr 90 minutes, when I heard a step in the alley and

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an evil, wicked look in bi.-, face. There was treachery in his furtive glances, in the very stoop of his shoulders. Why had he come back afone? What further business had he with the bloke which he could not have done when Taras was with him? These questions aroused my fsiculties into unwonted energy. Once more I slipped round to the back of the house and up the balcony into the room behind the bar. s|^.

Drigo was talking to Putty, but in such a low key that I could make nothing of the sound* that reached me. I caught a glimpse of them through the crack of the door—their two villainous heads close to-' gather over the bar—and drew as near as I dared, yet still I could distinguish uo words. "But what are you going to do with him then?" Putty asked, and his voice, though low, was distinct enough—perhaps because I was more used to it. "I

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his voice to give emphasis to the offer, I heard this clearly: "He offered you £5 I'll give you double, and you can betray us to the police if we don't pay up." "And a tenner won't pay me to be a haocessory to murder"—-

Drigo silenced him with a Jong "hist," and stepping sideways to cast a glance into the parlor he caught sight of me. He gave the alarm to Putty in a hurried tone of terror, and the next moment a pewter pot flew at my head. I was quick enough to duck and avoid the missile, but Ionly escaped falling into the savage hands of the bloke by flinging myself over the balcony and falling into the mud below. "Don't let me get nigh you this side of next month, you or I'll pull the weazand out of you," he cried, shaking his fist down at me as I slunk off around a stranded barge!

CHAPTER IL A MASTERY.

I lodged in-Baxter's wharf. There was a hole in the side of the wall, under the stairs, for ventilating the cellars, closed with an iron grating. One of the bars was gone, and through the narrow opening I could just manage to squeeze—thanks to being a kipper. Once inside I had the whole run of the warehouse. It was quite empty, but on the top floor some old sacking had been left, and this served me for a bed. It was dry and good enough for an outcast like me, who knew nothing of comfort and still less of luxury. I slept there that night, and the next morning I was lucky enough to get work (sail mending) at a ship chandler's in Cable street, for which he gave me my dinner and tea and paid me sevenpence halfpenny into the bargain.

It was dark when I left there between 7 and 8, and feeling safe with regard to Putty I hurried down to Ferryboat stairs as quickly as I could—running part of the way. 1 was anxious to know what was going on at the Mariner's Joy. I had been thinking about it all day long—feeling a strange emotion within me such as I had never felt before, accompanied with a yearning to see Taras again—to get another kind look from him. I resolved if I could to tell him of Drigo's second visit to the Joy and all I had overheard, that he might be warned against the treachery which it seemed pretty clear his companion intended.

Putty was lounging against the doorpost of the front door of the Joy, in Sweet Apple lane, under the flickering light of the gas lamp at the corner of Ferryboat alley. He had along clay pipe in his mouth, and 1 judged he was looking out for Taras and Drigo, who had not yet arrived. I waited in the shadow of an archway untiJ lie knocked the ashes out of his pipe and turned into the house, yawning and scratching the back of his head. Then I slipped down the alley to the stairs.

There was no light to be seen at the back of the house. The passage door was shut, and the rickety shutters of the bay window were closed also for the first time in my remembrance. Under the stairs I found a dry timber where I could sit secure from observation, and there I waited for Taras. He was not likely to come for five or six hours, having fixed the hour for the escape of his friends at 2, but I didn't mind that. It was a mild, still night. I had nothing else to do after dark but to think, and I might just as well sit there and dream as anywhere else. I heard Putty put up the shutters about 11, and when I went up the alley an hour later I saw by the glimmer of light through the dirty fanlight over the side door that he was still sitting up.

A little after the clock had struck 2 I caught sight of a boat coming across the river from the Rotherhitheside. As it drew in to the st^ps I made out one man at theoars,and two men in the stern seat. Then my heart beat quicker, for I felt that Taras was there before I heard his voice. "We shan't want you anymore tonight," he said as the boat ran ashore, "but you will be at the same place tomorrow at the same time." "I'll be there master, no fear. Good night, gentlemen." "Good night."

The boatman pushed off, while Taras and Drigo groped their way up the dark and slippery steps over my head. 1 knew the other was Drigo by the sound of his harsh, guttural voice cursing as he stumbled.

As soonas I dared I slipped from my hid ing place and ran up the stairs like a cat. When I reached the top, I saw their figures standing up sharp and black against the light farther up the alley—Taras, square and erect Drigo, with his head buried in his shoulders. They stopped at the side door of the Joy and rapped lightly. The light from within fell upon Taras' fair beard as the door opened. A few words were interchanged in a low tone, the door closed, and the two men went on, turning the corner under the gas lamp into Sweet Apple lane. I did not attempt to follow them, dreading to pass the door where Putty might still be standing, but stood7 therewith a feeling like the craving for food in my breast until the impulse to overtake Taras and speak to him, even though Drigo were still with him, overcame my fear. Then I ran swiftly up the alley and along the lane, straining my eyes with mad desire to see him again.

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there, panting for breath, not a soul was to be seen to the right or left not a sound broke the dead silence. I gave up the pur suit in despair and returned slowly in dejection. The light was out in the Joy when I passed. I crept into the cellar, felt my way through the storerooms to my corner in the loft and lay down to sleep, comforting myself with the reflection that 1 should certainly see Taras again the next night.

When I looked out in the morning, I saw Drigo and Putty on the balcony, giving directions to a carpenter who was patching op the window shutters. When that job was done, the man put some screws in the bolt of the passage door. Drigo and Putty looking on all the while. Tans was npt with them, nor did I see anything of him all day, though I only left the spot once to boy some food with the money I had earned the day before, creeping under the stairs and the barge and so round by Johnson's yard into Sweet Apple lane that

I might not be seen from the Joy. When the carpenter had done his work, they all went in by the passage, bolting the door after, and I saw no more of them.

As soon as it was dark I went to my hiding place under the stairs, but I was less patient than I had been the night before, and I* could not control my agitation as the time drew near for Taras to come again. My teeth chattered, my body and limbs trembled and shook with feverish excitement, yet I knew not why. As the clock struck 2 the police boat passed by. About five minutes later another boat came out of the murky distance and drew toward the stairs. As it pulled into the stairs I counted five men packed in the stern, and I knew by the number that Taras had found his friends. My heart sank in bitter disappointment, for I had made up my mind to speak to him if he came alone with Drigo. Now, there was no pretext for speaking to him—he was- not in danger. With his three friends he was more than a match for Drigo and Putty, supposing they had evil intentions toward him.

They landed, And having discharged the waterman groped their way up the dark stairs to the landing above, where they stopped, talking together in alow voice And in their own tongue. Eventually Drigo left them and went up to the Joy to see that the road was clear. Meanwhile, made reckless by my unsatisfied yearnings, I had left my place, and following them noiselessly up the steps stood now almost within arm's reach' of Taras. I distinguished the profile of his face quite clearly against the faint light beyond as he turned to speak a few cheering Words to one of his friends— the bold, handsome outline of his aquiline nose, the curve of his mustache and his short, pointed beard. Almost I fancied 1 could see in his face the expression of happiness in having rescued his friends. I was envious of that kindly regard bestowed upon another, and drawing a step nearer, by an instinctive impulse, raised my hand and laid it timidly on his arm. The act was not intentional. I could not help doing it.

The movement was seen by his companion, who started with a stifled cry of alarm. Taras, seeing me, spoke a few low words of remonstrance tD his friend that seemed to say: "What are you afraid of? It's only a poor, miserable waif:" Then, recognizing me at a second glance, he exclaimed softly in English: "Ah, it is you!" «'VYes, me—the kipper," I tried to say, but my voice was thick with feverish agitation and my words unintelligible. "You have come to tell us that it is all right," he said, adding, after he had given this explanation to his friends, "it's very good of you," and he nodded at me again with that kind smile that had wrought such a mysterious effect upon my nature.

Just then Drigo whistled softly from the side door of the Joy, and Taras hurried his friends forward, leaving me there with more happiness in my heart than I had'felt in the whole of my life.

I waited on the landing until they had all filed into the Joy. Then I slipped past the closed door and ran across to the archway in Sweet Apple lane opposite the house. I knew that there was no accommodation for the party in the Joy, and that as soon as the escaped men had changed their clothes they would come away. As there was uo other way but through Sweet Apple lane they must pass me, and I should see Targs once more.

I had stood there not many minutes when I heard a glass crash in the Joy. and the next moment there was a deep thud as if some one had thrown himself against the door, then there followed a stifled cry, the shuffling of feet and the sound of heavy blows. These sounds left me in no doubt as to what was going oh in the bar 'of the Joy. In Shadwell one hears the noise of fighting every-night. But I could hardly believe that Drigo and Putty were the attacking party. The latter I knew to be a coward and feeble as

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Railroad Time Tables

Trains marked thus (P) denote Parlor Cars, attached. Trains -marked thus (S) denote Sleeping Cars attached daily. Trains marked thus (B) denote Buffet Cars attached. Trains marked thus run daily. All other trains run daily, Sundays excepted.

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No. 7 Western &x* (V) 1.35 am No. 6 St. Louis Mail 10.11 am No. 1 Fast Line "(P). 2.20 pm No. 21 Pt. Louis Ex* (D&V) 3.10 No. 18ECT. Acc. ........... 4.05 pm No. 11 Fast Mail" ..... ... 9.01pm

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No. 12 Cincinnati Express (S) 1.20 am No. 6 New York Express (SsV). 2.20 am No. 4 Mail and Accommodation 7.15 am No. 20 Atlantic Express (DP&V). 12.47 am No. 8 Fast Line 2.35pn» No. 2 Indianapolis Aco .....6.0op

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No. 7 Western Express (V) .* 1.20 am No. 5 St. Louis Mall* 10.05 am No. 1 Fast Line (P) No. 21

St, Louis Ex* (D&V) 8.05 pm No. 8 Mall and Accommodation 0.45 No. 11 Fast Mail ... 9.00 pm

ARRIVE FROM THK WKST.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (8) l-Jfa No. 8 New York Express (S&V). 2.10 am No. 14 Effingham Ac #.80 am No. 20 Atlantic Express (P&V). .12.42 pm No. 8 Fast Line 2.20 pm No. 2Indianapolis Acc ...... 5.00pm

T. H. & L. DIVISION.

LEAVE FOB THE NORTH.

No. 82 South Bend Mail ..... .. 6.20 am No. 56 Michigan Flyer 1.00 No. 54 South fiend Express 4.00 pm

ARRIVE FROM THE NORTH.

No. 51 Terre Haute Express..... 11.45 a No. 58 South Bend Mall 7.80 No. 55 Southern Ex. ......... 9.45

PEORIA DIVISION.

ARRIVE FROM NORTHWEST.

No.78Pass Ex -ll-OOam No. 70 Pass Mail A Ex 7.00 pm LEAVE FOR NORTHWEST. N 7 5 ass Mall A Ex ........ 7.05 am No. 77 Pass Ex. 8.25 pm

B.&T. U.

ARRIVE FROM SOUTH.

No. 6 Nash & C. Lim* (V). 80 am No. 2 T. H. & East Ex* 11.60 am No. 60 Accommodation* 5.00 No. 4Ch Alnd Ex* (S & P) iO^Opm No. 8 World's Fair Special*. .... 4.20

LEAVE FOR SOUTH.

No. 8 Oh & Ev Ex* (SAP) 6.10 a a?-** No. 7 World's Fair Special* 11.56 am No. 1 Ev A Ind Mall No. 5 Ch AN Llm* 10.00 pm

S3. &c I.

ARRIVE FROM 80DTH.

No. 48 Worth Mixed 11:00 am No. 82 Mail A Ex 4 20pm LEAVE FOR SOUTH No. 83 Mail A Ex No. 48 Worth'n Mixed 8.20

O. &c S3. I.

ARRIVE FROM NORTE.

No. 8 Ch A Nash Ex*(S) 5.00 am No. 7 World's Fair Special* (PAB). 1L60 am No. 1 Ch A Ev Ex 8.10 No. 9 Local Pass .......... 9.10 pm No. 5CANLim (DAV) 10.06pm

LEAVE FOR NORTH.

No. 6CANLlm (DAV).

H®am

No. 10 Local Pas*. .... ... 7.80 am No. 2THACb Ex. No. 8 World's Fair Special* (PAB) 427 pm No. 4 Nash A Ex*{8) lLlfipm

O. O. Q. Sc X.-BXC3- 4:. ",.

SOIITO EAST

No. 12Boston ANY Ex* Hittaa No. 2Cleveland Aco. .... No. 18 Southwestern Limited*.... 12M No. 8 Mall train* -06

GOIHG WEST.

No. 7St.LouisEbc* /!L33am No. 17Limited* UOpm No. SAccommodation ....... 7.58pm No. 9 Mall Train* 10.00 a

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