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in ARTHUR D. HOWDEN SMITH
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Had there been to such things a.
beaver hats, popular especially in Eng
land, the politics oi Europe through
out about two centuries would have
been less turbulent, several wars
might have been prevented and there
would have been Icsh occasion for the
various intrigues, alliances and san
guinary clashes involving French, Eng
llsh and Indians; but the exciting de
velopment of the American continent
would have been delayed. Other furs
figured in the matter, but it was be
cause the industrious and smart little
beaver had a coat that was just the
fanciest thing In the world for men's
headgear that most of the trouble oc
curred.
That rock-ribbed and keen-brained
soul, Governor Burnet of New York,
saw that control of the fur trade would
strengthen Immensely the military, as
well as economic, position of the na
tion that won It. To secure the control
he Ret about winning the friendship
of the Iroquois and other tribes and
commenced that series of vigorous
measures that have made his name a
resounding one In the early history of
America. It was his foresight and
forceful actions, so well described in
this thrilling story, that made possible
the achievements of General Wolfe and.
afterward, of George Washington. Un
conscious as he may have been of the
fact Burnet was in reality laying one
of the corner stones of our republic.
Tn this story which combines a ro
mance with historical facts are many
fascinating things There is the light
and atmosphere of other times Ther^
Is young blood eager to pioneer and
adventure. There Ss the love of man
and woman, achiever! through danger
encountered and obstacles overcome
There are thrilling combats and brave
deeds. The mystic lore «>f the Indian
pervades its pages and the reader sits
in fancy almost consistently within
the flickering gleams of the council
Are. Great figures among those gre^i
redmen who disputed the early ad
vance of the white rare are produced
almost as vividly as though they were
In the flesh. There is the charm of the
picturesque, the stirring and the ro
mantic.
CHAPTER I
The Fray in Mincing Lane
"Watch! Ho, watch!”
The words rang through the misty
darkness of the narrow street. I gath
ered my cloak around me and skulked
closer to the nearest house-wall. Could
It be possible the Bow Street runners
had picked np my trail again I
And a new worry assailed me. Did
the cry come from In front or behind?
The fog that mantled London, and
which so far had stood my friend, now
served to muffle the source of this sud
den alarm. Which way should I turn?
“Watch! Curse the sleepy varlets!"
The houses past which I had been
feeling my way came to an end. An
alley branched off to the right and
from Its entrance echoed the click of
steel—music after my own heart. The
blood coursed faster In my veins. No,
this could be no trap such as had
awaited me ever since I had stepped
from the smuggler's small boat Here
was sword-play, a welcome change
from the plotting and intrigue which
had sickened me.
1 cast my cloak hack over my shoul ;
der and drew my sword from Its
sheath, as 1 ran over the uneven cob
bles which paved the alley. Dimly I
saw before me a confused huddle of
figures that tussled and stamped about
In the ghostly mirk of the fog.
“Hold, friend," I shouted.
“Make haste,” panted a voice from
the middle of the group.
One man against a gang of assassins!
So that was the story. It savored more
of Purfs than of the staid London of
merchants and shopkeepers over which
the Hanoverian exercised his Btolld
sway.
But I hud scant time for philosophy.
They were on me In an Instant, one as
sailant In front, an assassin on either
hand, slashing with hangers and cut
lases that knew no tricks of fence, but
only downright force. Their former
prey was left with one to handle.
“Get to his rear, one of you fools,"
snarled the ruffian in command whilst
he pounded ut my guard.
But I backed Into a handy doorway
and barely managed to fend them off.
And all the while the real object of
their attack continued his appeals for
the watch.
'Twas this which spoiled the fray
for me. I could not but wonder, as
I dodged and parried and thrust, what
would happen if his cries should ho
heard and the retch appear Would
they know me? ttr perchance should
I'have the opportunity to slip quiefb
away ?
I stole a glane" about me. Several
windows had gone up along the stree
and nlghtcapped bails protruded t
add their clamor to that of my friend
Surely— Aye. they had done i'
The ruffian on niv left leaped bael
with ear aslant toward/the alley en
I ranee.
■•Oiiiek bullle”." he yelled. ‘"Ti
the watch!”
With a celerity that was almost tin
canny they iliaon'.rnged their blades
and n ett d 'nto the fog. Their font
f i e- d amend the corner as I
it, usted b e Humping footfalls of the
approaching guardians of London s
peace.
This brought trip to my senses. I
sheathed my sword and ran across the
roadway, glancing in right nnd left for
the best route of escape. But I reck
oned without the other participant In
our brawl.
‘‘Be at ease, my master,” he said In
a voice which had a good thick Dorset
burr in it—I liked him from that mo
ment. 1 sounded so homelike; I could
fairly see the rolling fields, the water
meadows, the copses, all the scenes
that had meant so much to me in boy
hood. even the sprawling roofs and
chimney stacks of Foxcroft house
itself. “ 'TIs only the watch you hear.
Hark to the jingling of their staves."
“I know that full well, my friend," I
answered him, gooseflesh rising on my
neck as the jingling staves and clump
ing feet drew nearer. "But I happen
to have pressing reasons for avoiding
l he watch.”
My friend pursed his lips In a low
whistle.
•So, sets the wind In that quarter!
Vet you came fast enough to my help
against those cut purses a moment
hack.”
I laughed. The watch were all but
In the alley's mouth. 'Twas Idle to
think of running now.
"Oh, 1 am no highwayman," I said.
"Well, whatever you may he, you
aided Hubert Juggins in his peril, and
'twill Ire a sore [rity If a worshipful
alderman of the city may not see you
through the scrutiny of a hand of lazy
bench-loafers."
"That is good hearing." I answered
“Will they have your description?”
"1 think not, but If they ask me to
account for myself I shall be at fault.
I ai?i but lately landed from France,
and I have no passport."
He pursed Ids lips once more In the
quaint form of a low whistle.
"I begin to see. There Is a foreign
cut to your wig that I do not like,” lie
commented. “However, we will bra
7,en It out. Here they come.”
The watchmen rounded the corner
Into the alley, laDterns swinging high,
staves poised.
“Ho, knaves," proclaimed a pompous
voice, "stuud and dell'er yourselves
to us."
“And who may you he?” demanded
my friend.
"No friends to brawlers and disturb
era of the peace, sirrah.” replied the
stoutest of the watchmen, stepping to
the front of Ills fellows "We are the
duly constituted and unpointed con
stables and watchmen of his honor the
worshipful lord mayor.”
“It would he nearer the irulh to say
that you are the proper! constituted
and habitual sleepers and time-server*
of tlie city,” snapped my companion
"Draw near, and examine me."
“Nay, sir,” adjured the captain of
the watch portentously, “do you ap
proach and render yourselves to us.
'Tis not for lawbreakers to order the
city’s watchmen how they shall he ap
prehended."
“You fool," said my friend very
pleasantly, “If you would only trust
your eyes you would see a face you
have many times seen before tills
aye, and shall see again In the morn
ing before the bench of sheriffs whet
you plead forgiven ss for your dila
tory performance of the duties lutrusi
ed to you."
My friend left my side and strode
toward the captain .if the watch, who
gave back a pac. »r two until he felt
the stomachs of Ills followers at Ills
hack.
"How, now,” said he who had called
himself Robert Juggins, “hold up that'
lantern, you, sirrah, with the shaking
arm. Look Into my face, lazy do*,
that you are. Dost know me?" He
poked his finger into the fat figure o'
the captain.
“Sure, you are Master Juggins." h
sented that official with sullen relui
tance.
"And Is an alderman of the city am’
a cnpmate of the lord mayor pnd slier
Iffs and the warden of the Worshlpfii
Company of Merc! ant Traders to th
Western Plantations, on his way horn
from a meeting of his guild, within tli
cliy precincts—live In Mincing lam
under the shadow of Paul's—I say ui
I to he held up I * cut-purses, atabhe
In the arm. forced to defend my ver
life—and then denounced and thren'
ened with arrest by the watehmei
paid by the city to protect its clti
zeus ?
"You stand here trying to prove ’ti
I. and not they, who have sought t.
roh myself. Go fo' Ye are worthies
and I shall see that the sheriffs am'
the magistrates at How Street know
of it."
"Hut we will he after the scoundrels
worshipful Master Alderman." pleaded
the captain. "Can you but give us a
description of the knaves?”
“Shall I do your work for you?" re
plied Master Juggins In bis delight
ful Corset burr. Zounds! How I
liked the man with his broad humor
Ids ready courage and prompt gon<
sense!
“Nay, but—"
“But me no \>uts. Be about yom
rounds. And If you spe any hang-dor
rogues or homeless knaves or master
less men, do you apprehend them fo
the night and lodge them In the Fleel
In the morning you may let me know
what you have done. I will then con
slder whether your belated efforts
tnay overset your cowardice and lazi
ness In the beginning.
“It shall bp ns you say. good Muster
Juggins," assented the captain meek
ly. “Which way went your assnll
ants?"
“What? More questions?" exploded
Master Juggins. “Nav, tills Is toe
much."
The watchmen turned In their
tracks and herded nut of the alley like
bewildered cattle, all clumping boots,
tingling staffs, waving lanterns and
Jumbled wits. My savior removed his
hat and mopped tils brow with a while
kerchief
"So much for that." tie remarke*1
cheerfully “Vow- "
But he was Interrnnted from an nn
expected quarter. The captain of th
watch returned alone.
"I crave your pardon. Master Jtie
gins." he began. “But we have beer
warned to keep a watch for a danger
oils malefactor, an enemy of the state
one Ormerod. an emissary of Ihe Pre
tender who Is here on an email '
against the crown."
Juggins favored me with a cursor'
glance of a somewhat peculiar nature
It was not exneitv hostile, and re'
much of the friendliness which had
characterized Ids manner was gone
I felt cold chills running down in'
hack. Would he give me up? Wh-i'
right after all had 1 to expert better
treatment from a total stranger, a man
who had nothing In gain from shldd
Ing me?
“Go on." said Jtigg'ns eoldlv to the
watchman, withdrawing his attention
from me.
“Why. worshipful sir, there Is no
more to say. It Is Just that I thought
Ihe attack being made upon you. a well
known citizen. It might have been—”
"And how should T know this per
son of whom von speak?"
“Why, sir. that I cannot—"
"Be about your duties, sirrah." In
ferrupted Master Juggins, "and pesto
me no longer "
The captain stumped otT to where
his faithful hand awaited him. the si"
ernl curious-minded citizens who hr.
listened to the altercation from th
vantage-point of their bedroom wlr
dews retired to resume their slumber
and Master Juggins strode hack to in
side
' Is your name Ormerod?" he asked
“I am Harry Ormerod, once a cap
tain of fool under the duke of Her
wick: and I formerly had the honor
lo he chamberlain lo the man who"
•iime people call King James tie
Third."
•You Hre a r-h'l, a eonsplralo
igallist Ihe crown?"
“1 do not.exped yon to believe ne
of cour-e." | answered ns lightly as
could "hut I am not a rebel In splr
or ir'ent. at i-giv rate—and I am to
conspiring niticim the frown at th
moment—although I have done so It
Ihe past—and I am at this moment
fugitive from Juki lee."
"Humph," said Master Juggin
thoughtfully.
Un stood there ill thp middle of th
alley, caressing his haven chin.
"Ormerod." he inurroi'red. “Har
Ormerod Hut surely- of course wlr
voii are Ormerod bf Foxcroft in I>o
set."
“I shook my head —idly.
“No, my friend; If you kr,ow tlin
story you must know that I was Or
merod of Foxcroft house."
Master Juggins was suddenly al
animation.
“I know It well," lie returned. "Yoi
and Charles, your elder brother, wer
both out In the T9. Charles died li
Scotland, and you escaped with th
remnants of the expedition to France '
"And Foxcroft house was si quo
trated to the frown " 1 amended I
lerly.
“The Ilam'—iilre 1 •**;■ n !t I e
now,” went on M or i g “n "The
toadied It through 'he Pelhams."
“Yes, - I hei i!"
I had for-" ten mv surrounding
forgotten the d'r -v ™' h'e- • t Mlnclm
lane, forgotten th" strati e clreii
stances unde: w'd<-h 1 Imd met thi
strange person who seem"'1 so Inti
mutely versed in mv family IP dory,
lived over aei’tii the hq-r-e days at
Foxcroft wlep ■ ! Ms had Icon mas
ter and I Ids 19-uitn- m . Hut the mo
ment passed, t’e me’ .o-les faded, an !
my eyes saw ng In M* ■ drub Jtnlhlln,
■f the alley and 1 • •i-id Im'ire of in
deliverer--whom I Imd first delivered
"And you. sir," I sa. J. “May I a
how It happens you know so much con
corning the fortunes of a plain Dorset
family 7”
He seemed not to hear me, standing
there in n brown study, and I spoke
to him again sharply.
"Yes, yes. I heard," he answered, »’
most Impudently. . ' I was— But this
Is no place for discussion. Come with
me to my house.”
Some trace of my feelings must
have been revealed In my attitude—
my face he could not have seen In the
darkness—for he continued:
“You need not fear me, Master Or
merod. I mean you no harm. 1 could
not do harm to your father's son."
"But you?" I asked. "Who are yon.
sir?"
He chuckled dryly.
"You know my name,” he answered,
"nnd you heard the watch acknowl
edge my civic dignity. For the rest-*
If you have spent much time In Dorset
you should know a Dorset voice.”
“I do that," I assented heartily, "and
'tls grateful to my ears.”
"Then he content with that, sir, for
a few minutes. Come, let us he on our
way. I have reasons for pot wishing
to invite n second attack upon us.”
He set off at a grent pace, his head
burled In Ids cloak collar, and I
walked beside him, puzzled exceed
ingly.
Ten minutes I iPt we stopped before
a tall, gabled house of brick and tim
ber on the near side of Holborn. My
companion produced a key from bis
person nnd unlocked n heavy door
which opened upon a stnIrcase»leoding
to the second story. The first floor
was occupied by a shop.
“Kilter. Master Ormerod," said .Tug
gins. “You are right welcome. I hope
you have none of the country gentle
man's scorn for the home of an honest
merchant."
"A beggar must not be a chooser," 1
nnsvvered. “But If I were not Indebt
ed to you for my liberty I should still
he glad to visit a Dorset mail who
knows how to tight and who remem
bers the woods of Foxcroft."
"Well spoken.” applauded Juggins
ns he fastened life door behind us.
"So I might have expected your fa
ther’s son to speak."
"That is the second time you have
called me 'my father’s son,'" I snbl
"Prithee, Master Juggins, bud you nc
rpialiilnnce with my father?"
"Bide, bide." be replied enlgmat
lcally. “We shall settle all that anon
After you, sir."
And be ushered me up the stairs,
which were hum* with the skins of
many kinds of animals, some of which
I did not even know. The stairs gave
upon a large hall, similarly decorated,
and through this we passed Into a com
fortable chamber which stretched
ucross the front of the bouse.
Master Juggins relieved me of my
cloak and hat and motioned to a deep
chair in front of the fire.
"Best yourself, Master Ormerod.
Presently we shall have provender for
the Inner man as well. Ho, Goody I
Art abed, after all?"
"Abed? Abed?” answered a thin,
old voice thnt was inexpressibly sweet,
with a Dorset burr that made Master
Hubert's sound like the twang of a
Londoner. “Abed? says lie. When did
I ever feel the sheets, and not know
ing he wns warm and safe nnd his
posset-cup where It belongs—which Is
In Ills stomach? Abed! Didst «ver
find—"
She stepped Into the room, a quaint
little figure In hodden-gray, a dainty
cnp perched on her wispy white hair,
her brown eyes gleaming In the candle
light. the criss-crossed wrlnklps of her
cheeks shining like a network of tine
lace. In her hands she held a tray
supporting n steaming flagon and di
vers covered dishes of pewterware.
Juggins favored me with a humor
ous glnnce.
"Sure, I grow more troublesome
year by year, granny,” be said os she
' paused at sight of me. “Here I am
come home later than ever, bringing a
guest with me. Who think you lie Is?"
She looked at us Inquiringly.
“ 'Tls Master Ormerod.”
"Ormerod? Not—”
“Aye; Master Harry."
“But he Is In France I”
“Nay; he Is here.”
She drew closer, and studied my fea
Mp'<*s under the candles that shone
from the mantel shelf.
"Ts he In danger?" she asked breath
lessly.
“The watch were after him when he
came to my rescue." replied Juggins.
"Yet he came."
She patted my cheek with her hand.
"That was a-sdeed which you need
never be ashamed of, Master Ormerod.
and you shall win free to safety, what
ever It may be or wherever, If Robert
and I have any wits between us. Sit
yourself down, Master Ormerod, nnd
you shall have a draft of mulled ale
und a dish of deviled hones and there
afterward a tied with sheets that havi
lain In Dorset lavender. Hath It a
welcome sound to you?”
The tears came Into my eyes.
"I am happier this night than I have
been any time since UuirleB and I left
Fpxcrofl," I said. "But pray tell me
why you two, who are strangers to
me, should tie so Interested In an out
cast?"
"He does not know?” pxclnlmed the
little old lady.
“I have told him nothing,” said Jug
gins, smiling.
“Well, 'tls time he knew he was
amongst the right sort of friends," the
little lady said. “You are too young,
Master Ormerod, to remember old Pe
ter J-.v—'ns "
Continued Next Week
The phrase, “saving the bacon",
originated during the civil wars in
England, when housewives took un
usual precautions to save their prin
cipal meat dish from soldiers on the
| march.
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