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iron to set niy foot on and get fresh purchase, I could go no farther and stopped there, uniible to get either up or down, the heavy flagstone pressing cruelly upon my

I dared not erf for help."lest my voice ?l/'should be heard by the men above, and I '/"could only hang there gasping for breath -and despairing of release. Indeed I think ^1 must soon have fainted under the dreadtf* v-ful pressure, but that Taras, having lish%*~ tened to these inexplicable sounds in the aground in passive perplexity for some time, hearing the faint moan that escaped me *when I felt that it was all ove with me, groped forward, and finding the opening ^et his foot under the stone and thrust it

Tight back with one strong effort. My sense of relief was indescribable. In a moment I had scrambled onto the floor of "the cellar. I struck a match, and raising .••••. it my eager eyes fell upon the great figure .and noble face of Taras. He did not recognize me at first, and the look of astonishment In his countenance was curious to 4see. And no wonder. From head to foot

I was drabbled and daubed with black ooze and dirt. I could have looked like nothing human rising out of the earth and thus disfigured. But he knew me by the time I had lit the candle. He murmured some unintelligible words of gratitude, and his eyes were suffused with the tears that sprang from his sensitive heart. "No time for jawin about that," said I,

Interrupting him. "We've got to get out of this afore Putty comes down and the tide comes up."

He turned round and showed me that his hands were tied behind him. The hemp was black with the dried blood from his wrists. The sight of it filled me with rage •against the villains who had used him so barbarously. "There's a knife in my waistcoat pocket," he said.

I found it and cat the knotted rope, but it was some time before he could use his numbed hands. At length life returned to them. And all the time we stood there I knew that the water might be rising in the trun to prevent our escape, yet I was unconscious of alarm or fear or even of impa

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"Now, little friend," and swung himself out of the loft window. I am ready now. Are' we to go down there?" he asked.

I nodded assenfhihd lfcdtJiti by dipping to the bottom of the shaft. I stood aside, and he dropped down also. Then 1 dived into the run, holding the light up to the top that he might see. The oozo was no higher, and we got through just as the candle end gave out, but he had to squeeze to get his broad shoulders through the ends of the casks. I sprang up the hole by the irons and at the top struck matches while he mounted.

We were safe, but to guard against pursuit I dropped the box down and Taras replaced the stone, moving it as if it were no more than apiece of board. Then I led him by the arm to the casement, and striking another match showed him the hole by which wo were to get out, telling him he must pull out the remaining bars. "Dear little friend," said he, passing his hand rouud the casement with a laugh. "I doubt if I could get my big bead through there."

This was true, and the unforeseen difficulty dismayed me for a time. All the doors opening on to Sweet Apple lane and the river were padlocked on the outside. We were prisoners. Suddenly the means of escape came into my mind, and again taking his arm I led him up through the empty storerooms into the one at the very top, where I lodged. The door there was only bolted on the inside. I opened it, still holding his arm, for if in the dark he had taken A step forward it would have been his last. "What is iu there?" he asked, looking Into the obscurity as I pushed the door back. "Nothing is out there 'cept the open air and the river down below." "Do you expect me to dive from here*" he asked in atone of amusement. "No. Do you think I want you to kill yourself? 1 ain't a fool. Wait a bit," said I, striking my last match. I held it up when it flamed and showed him the crane fitted in the doorway, the windlass Inside and the chain hook&l against the wall, telling him how I had seen great bales raised from below bv this apparatus. "If you can hold onto the chain, I'Ulowet you down," said I. You can put your feet on them hook things. "But how will you get out?" he asked. "By the hole in the cellar. It ain't too starrer for me."

He agreed to this, saying he would wait for me below, and then, as noiselessly as we could, we pushed out the crane, got the chain down and made arrangements for the deecent, his eyes becoming used to the darkness, which at first was impenetrable to them. I could see still more el early, be log tts*d to the place and it* darkness, and hit ullhouette (stood out distinctly again*t the gray sky ts 1 held tighten to the winch, I eoald eee him qoite plainly when he said, "Now, little friend," and swung himself out from the loft door on the chain.

I waa mora careful than if my owrt life had depended on the: dc&cem, and I turned the handle *te«dUr and a* quickly as 1 dared. I felt at ««*e ur.-:" V. a and is a a re d^ead that he might slip from the ci.aia possessed tue aa I thought of him swings

the stone quay below,-and fervent gratitude filled my heart when there ceased to be any pressure on the handle and a low whistle from below reached my ^ars.

And now, not waiting to wind-up the chain or even to close the loft door, I sped down to the cellar that I might rejoin him.

At the foot of the cellar steps my foot struck against something, which, by the sound it made, I knew to be the box I hail thrown down the shaft before we went up tojthe loft. .'

CHAPTER V. A BITTEB REVEKGE.

At the sound I instinctively crouched down as one does in expectation of a blow, and stretching out my hand I felt the rough splintered edge of the box. The significance of its being there was plain enough—the escape of Taras had been discovered, the men had followed us through the run and upheaving the box and stone had come up into the wharf cellar. Nor was I left for a moment in doubt, for as I dropped on my knees Putty cried out: "Look out, mate! We've got him. The beggar's just tumbled over that bloomin box."

Then the-Ifuttural voice of Drigo from the farther end replied in .broken English: "Knife him! Dead or alive, I'll give a hundred pounds for him."

I strained my eyes in vain to penetrate the darkness. I could see nothing. Not a ray of light entered the cellar by the hole under the stairs. To cross the cellar and escape by the casement was out of the question. I dared not attempt it. I could not clamber into the opening without some noise which would betray my whereabouts to the villains, and before I could squeeze through the knife would be driven into me. I was not in a condition to reason that I might escape death by declaring at once that I was not Taras. I expected to be murdered for helping him to escape.

I dared not move, for I could not tell whether my enemies were before or behind me—to the left or to the right, but I held myself in readiness .to spring away at the first touch, at a breath, which might warn me of their approach. Those moments of silence as the men waited for some fresh sound to guide them were terrible. Could that foreigner see lb the dark better thar If Was he stealthily drawing upon me tr« wreak his vengeauce? Anything was pos sible to a foreigner, I fancied at that time." Not the death that followed, but the actual horror of having a knife thrust into my body froze my blood.

Suddenly a flickering, luminous streak appeared in the black distance as Putty tried to strike a match. It was wet. Hr. tried another, producing another blur streak. 1

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"We must get a'light somehow, or we shall get a-stickin one another," he muttered. "Ain't you got 'ere a dry match mate? Mine's all wet."

To my increasing terror, Drigo made no reply, supporting my belief that he saw m«) and was preparing to cut me down. Bui after a few moments of terrible suspense another 6treak appeared in the darkness at some distance from the others. Drigo had found a match and was trying it. He waB more successful. A green spark fell, and the sulphur began to bubble up into violent flame. It already threw a livid light on his hideous face and agleam on the knife in his hand. In another moment I should be seen.

How could I escape? The casement wm beyond them. The steps were behind me, but I dared not turn my back on that knife. The box in front of me suggested a better mean?, and as Drigo raised the burning match, making the way clear, I shot across the in tervening space and dropped down tlw Bhaft into the run. The light was so dim and my movement so rapid that I wafi not recognized by the men. They saw only figure dash past and drop down the hole, and under the impression that it was Tara?-, as I knew by their cries, they gave chase iu an instant, one—Drigo, I believe—dropping down before I had passed through the sec ond tub, but I was out of arm's reach tuicl made good use of my start.

The water had risen considerably. It was up to my throat in one part. My sodden petticoat clung to my legs and weighed me down as I rose to my feet. Nevertheless I scrambled up into the cellar of the Joy while the men below were groping for the foot irons, swearing furiously. A lamp stood on the ground where they had left it beside the flagstone which Taras had thrust aside with his foot. One edge of the stone lay square with the side of the hole. Seized by a savage impulse, I caught hold of the stone by the farther edge and raised it into a perpendicular position. Then, as Drigo's head appeared, with vindictive deviltry In his upraised face, I pushed and let it fall. It struck his head, and he fell with a howl on his comrade below.

It was easy enough to escape now. A glimmering light* in the bar showed me that thb flap was open against the wall rested the steps by which they had descended. But the blow I had dealt Drigo filled me with a fiendish joy and whetted my thirst for vengeance. All the evil passions of my nature were animated with a craving for retaliation as I thought of the evil those men would have done to Taras and me. The only wish of my heart was to inflict some terrible punishment upon them. I dragged up the stone and poised it in the hope that Putty might come up and that I might serve him as I had served Drigo. But he was wise enough to profit by the experience of the other and preferred to stay below and vent his fury in curses.

While I was waiting the stone slipped, and in moving to keep it in position my foot struck the lamp and overturned it. It was a large benxine lamp, and as the oil ran out it took fire, sending up licking tongues of fiamo. The pool spread, and the hlaring liquid running over the edge of the shaft ran down in a fiery stream and dropped in gouts of flame. The men below shrieked aloud in terror. "Get out of my way," shouted Putty. "We shall be burnt alive if we stay here. We must get back through the hole."

I heard them cursing each other as they struggled together, each trying to get first into the run. Then when the struggle ceased Drigo, gasping for breath, cried:

We can't go back. The water's up to the top*" The pool of fire kept spreading. I could hold the stone no longer. It fell with a thud, cutting off the sound of mingled execrations from below. I ran up the steps into the bar, ami having drawn them up after me, so that if the men sot out of the shaft they could cot escape from the celiac, I let down the flap. The place was thick with suffocating smoke. Scarcely able to breathe, I groped my way down the passage, drew the bolts of the door and got out onto the balcony.

Taraa was waiting for me attheendof the stairs. His figure was just discernible by the faint tight that came from the gas up Ferryboat alley. In a couple of minutes I was by his side, panting for breath. "Tve kep' you a-waitin," I gasped. "Not Iong,M said he.

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80 minutes. "Have you been running?" "Yes, one way and another I've had a pretty good run for it."

The pool of fire Tcept spreading. "What's the matter, little friend? Your teeth are chattering. Why, your shoulders are wet." "Never mind, you're all right. There ain't no danger now. I've done for 'em." "Done for them," he replied in a low tone of perplexity. "Whofia?"' "Why, the foreigner and Putty. I've done for 'em both," said I expecting: him to share my feeling of exultation. "What do you mean?" he asked in atone of sharp severity.

He had never before spoken to me like that. Hfa harshness frightened me and changed my feeling of triumph to one cf mortification. If I had done wrong, it was for Ms sake, not my own. I hung my head and made no reply. "What do you mean?" he repeated, with increased sternness, turning me almost roughly by the shoulder that the light might fall on my face. "Speak!" "What do you think I mean?" I asked morosely. "We've bested 'bm, ain't we? I've got you right away from 'em, ain't I? Isn't it me what's done 'em for you?"

He drew a deep breath of relief and then in atone of wonderful tenderness said: "Forgive me, little friend. I thought you meant something yery different from that. I do not understand English well. But how did you get so wet?"" "I couldn't drop out of the hole int& the water down there without gettin wet, could I?" said I, still with an air of resentment, though I had forgiven him in my heart the moment he spoke again with kindness. -V: "Come, you need dry clothes—rest. I will take you to your friends." "I ain't got no friends. You leave bie here. I'm all right. Go quick past the house." "Not without you. If you have no friends. I will take you to mine."

I stopped—he had drawn me onward aif he spoke—and shook my head. The rank smell of burning seemed to fill the air. He might see the flames bursting up in the bar of the Joy and learn what I had done. 1 would rather separate now than risk meeting his angry reproach. "Don't be afraid," said he, mistaking the cause of my reluctance to pass the Joy. "No one shall hurt you nor me either now my hands are free. Come."

His strong hand was on my arm. I could not resist his command. But as if I were in terror of Putty Iran that we might pass the Joy quickly, giving him no time to find out that I had set the place on fire over the heads of his enemies. "Stay," said he, checking me when we were some distance down Sweet Apple lane, "you have run far enough. There is no danger now, and we have still a good way to walk. There are no cabs in this parfof London."

We walked on toward the Minories. The streets were quite empty. We passed but one policeman, and he said nothing, seeing Taras with me. He eyed us curiously though, thinking perhaps that Taras had saved me from drowning, his clothes also being wet and caked with black mud. We walked in silence for some time, but Taras spoke at length in a low, soft voice: "I owe my life to you, little friend more than my lifej" he added, "my liberty." "How did you let 'em come over you?" I asked. "I was deceived. I thought the dark man was a friend. He was an enemy—an agent of police." "And the three others—was they slops too'" X': "Slops—what is that?" "Policemans." "Yes, they were police." "Was they goin to kill you?'* "No, worse than that. They were going to take me back to my country." "You ain't done anything wrong, are you?" "Not wrong as we understand the word -r-you and I." "I thought it was only parties like me as was hunted about for being s'picious carricters." "No class is free from suspicion in my country it is not like yours." 'It must be pretty bad if it's wus.'^ 'It is pretty bad." 'What are you goin to do with the dark man with the round shoulders?" "Keep him at arm's length." "But s'posin," I persisted tentatively, Vposin you'd got him in a corner or in a ole, wouldn't you drop something on him and smash him f" "That would be murder." "Gam aw*yl It ain't murder it's justice. You only does for him what he'd do toa- you if he got a chance." "That is the law of brutes, not of men. It would be murder, and we should pray for strength to resist the lust of vengeance that leads to it. For think, little friend, of the misery that follows, the degradation and shame of being shunned by innocent women and good men, the feeling that one is not fit to kiss a child." He said more, but I ©ould not follow him for thinking of the men I had left to die in the Mariner's Joy, whom I had murdered for this—to be shunned forever by Taras. A sickness ov«rcamerae, I must have stumbled or reeled, for Taras stopped suddenly and held me up.

You are faint. Let as sit down on. this step," he said. 'X "No*. We will go on. I shan't be silly again.* iled

!e drew my arm through his and bade me lean on him, telling me that we bad now but a little way to go. Leaning on his arm, 1 wished that we might goon forever mod ever and never reach our journey's end. "Talk to me*" I said.

He proposed a brighter subject, but I would not hear of that and bade him tell me more about the dark man and the police.

"Be is nothing but an instrument," said Taras. "I bear him no illwilL He does what he is paid to do, like a soldier who lowers his rifle arid kills another-S&ldier at the command of his officer. It isn't the unreasoning man who executes an unjust law, but the thinking man who makes the law, who should die." And then he went on to speak of many things beyond the reach of my reason, but that made no difference to me. 1 heard llis voice „like a flowing strain of music that softened my heart and lighted up my soul with an exquisite emotion such as I had never before felt. And I knew not why. It seems strange, anomalous, unaccountable to me, as I look back now, that these feelings should suddenly spring np in my being, which had hitherto been dull to all the influences of nature. But surely it was not more exceptional than the revelation of a new. world to the blind whose eyes after years of darkness are opened.

We stopped before a small house in a by street of the Minories, and Taras rang a bell. The door was opened instantly by a fair haired young woman and her husband. They were friends who expected the arrival of Taras with*the three men whom he had been led to believe were friends. They looked,at me "in mute astonishment when we''entered the shop—a tobacconist's—as Taras in his own tongue briefly explained what had "occurred. But when he had spoken the man took my hands in his, and pressing them told me in his broken English that I should never want a friend while he and his wife lived. She could speak no English except* "yes" and "no," but she understood what her husband said, I think, for she nodded a smiling agreement with his promise Ond kissed me heartily upon both cheeks, despite the dirt upon them.

Then she led me quickly to a room up stairs wh^e .a bright fire was burning, and chatting meirfly all the while, sometimes to me, sometimes to her husband who followed, bringing a big bath and a can of hot water. She laid out a complete change of clothes for me, and when they had made me understand that supper was waiting for me below they left me with more cheerful smiles and expressions of kindness.

To all their amiable overtures I made no response—not once opening my lips to thank them. Their sympathy and solicitude bewildered me, being as strange and incomprehensible to me as the language they spoke. I had never bad to thank anybody in all my life for anything, and the sentiment of gratitude was as unknown to me as the experience of gentle treatment. Indeed I seemed to have stepped suddenly into another world where all was unreal and dreamlike.

As dreamlike was the physical sensation produced by the warmth of the bath and the comfort of clean, dry clothing. A delicious languor steeped my senses in forgetfulness of misery, and yielding to the impulse of the moment I threw myself upon the soft bed and the next minute lost con sciousnessof everything.

[lo be Continued Next Week.]

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In the Vigo circuit court, September term, 1898. No. 17,099. George W. Rossell vs. Harry Welker et al. Foreclosure.

Be It known, that on the 27th day of October, 1898, it was ordered by the court that the clerk notify by publication said Harry Welker and Lizzie welker, as non-resident defendants of the pendency of this action against them.

Said defendants are therefore hereby notified of the pendency of said action against them, and that the same will stand for trial December 20,1893, the same being November term of said court In the year 1898. [SEAL]

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In the matter of the estate of John Maxwell, deceased. In the Vigo Circuit Court, September term, 1898.

Notice is hereby given that Frederick Slnghurse as administrator of the estate of John Maxwell deceased, has presented and filed his account and vouchers in final settlement of said estate, and that the same will come up for the examination and action of said Circuit Court, on the 11th day of November 1898, at Which time all heirs, creditors, or legatees of said estate are required to appear in said Court and show cause, if any there be, why said account and vouchers should not be approved.

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Carl Krletensteln, executor of the estate or William Herbolt, deceased, vs. Mary Sophia Galley, George W. Krletensteln and William L. Krletensteln.

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