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The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. Thursday, May 21, 1936
STORM MUSIC
By
Domford Yates
Copyright by Minton. Balch A Co.
W?fU Sorvlco.
CHAPTER XI—Continued
—20—
••She was lying down on her lied
»hen a gag was clapped over her
mouth. Pharaoh, of course: but alone.
She put up a fight, but he very soon
had his way. He bound her wrists and
ankles and took her master key. Then
he carried her down her private stair
case and Into a secret room—the ante
chamber, In fact, to the cellar where
lies the gold.
‘Tm afraid there’s no doubt that she
suffered: but, except that Pharaoh put
It across her, she simply leaves that
bit out. Rut he must have been pretty
ruthless, for In the end she opened the
secret panel concealing the cellar
steps.
“Well, Pharaoh and Dewdrop went
down, to view the gold: but Rush and
Rugle remained In the chamber on
guard. I ought to have said that her
hands and her feet had been freed.
Still, she hadn’t much chance, for they
kept a torch on her face.
“I shall never understand why Pha
raoh employed two such wash-outs as
Bugle and Rush. The first thing those
two bright lads did was. between them,
to drop the torch. By the time they’d
found It again their prisoner was gone.
The door to the secret room Is a se
cret door. It cannot be opened from
within. It was, therefore, standing
open. In a flash my lady was out and
had shut the door.
“Well, though she was safe, she
wasn’t clear of the wood. She was
locked In a staircase-turret, and Rush
had her master key. She called from
the embrasures, but, as the castle was
empty, there weren’t any ears to hear.
Then, after a while she found Sabre
standing beside her, licking her hand.”
I felt that such a statement demand
ed ?*nme sort of expression of disbe
lief.
“But you said—’’
“You shut your face,’’ said Geoffrey.
’Truth Is stranger than fiction—every
time. The door to the turret was open
and so were the doors to her room. But
her room had been used. The thieves
had escaped by the chimney, entered
her room by the fireplace, cleaned
themselves up In her bathroom and dis
appeared.”
“The obvious thing to do was to
search the castle forthwith. I ought to
have said that long before I got back,
the switchboard had been repaired and
the lights had come on, and while my
lady was talking, the staff which had
been scattered was trickling back.
Florin and I Induced some sort of order
before beginning the search.
“We begun with my lady’s bedroom.
One look at the hearth was enough.
There was soot all over the place. But
nothing and nobody else. We left the
watchmen there and my lady and
Florin and I went down to the secret
room. It was empty now, we knew,
for Pharaoh and company were gone:
but the door to the cellar was open
and my lady wanted It shut.”
He took a deep breath.
“I’ll tell you what we found. We
found Pharaoh, Dewdrop and Rush—
all three of them dead.”
“Go on," said I, Incredulously.
'■ “Fact,” said my cousin, shortly. “I’m
glad you weren’t there to see It. It was
a dreadful sight. Bugle had done the
three In and <{hen cleared out. I fancy
there’d been some scrap. Pharaoh’s.
back was broken: he had no wound.
“And here’s my Interpretation of this
astounding find.
“In Pharaoh's absence Bugle and
Rush between them let Lady Helena
*o. Wurrantahly fearful of the conse
quences of what they had done, Rush
and Bugle quarrelled, and Bugle killed
Rush. Afraid to face Pharaoh—such a
dereliction of duty meant almost cer
tain death—Bugle decided to kill him
and Dewdrop, too. And so he did.
Then he escaped by the chimney, with
Lady Helena's master key. This let
him out of the castle by the way by
which he came in. Why he waited to
let her out, I cannot conceive. Pos
sibly some twinge of conscience—you
never know. That's one of the points
which we shall never clear up.”
“Then everything’s over.” said I.
“The terror Is lald^T
“The terror is laid,” saTd Geoffrey.
“Bugle remains, of course. But I very
much doubt If we shall see Bugle
again.”
Thoughtfully I regarded my napkin.
Was It five or six days before a
corpse rose to the surface of the wa
ter In which it lay?
“Then everything’s over,” I repeated.
“Kvcept ttie Interment,” said Geof
frey : “which Is fixed for tomorrow
evening, as soon as It’s decently dark.
As you seem to have had a night off, I
•hink you might help with that.”
• • • • • • • •
Six days had gone by, and my pre
cious secret was safe.
This was hardly surprising. Only
two beings knew that I had approached
the castle that terrible night: and of
these, the one was a jdog and the
other was dead. I had not used Bar
ley’s pistol: I had cleaned my cous
in’s knife: my filthy garments lay hid
In the Plumage woods. Nobody knew
that In my notecase was Helena’s mas
ter key.
But another secret was safe.
On the Sunday night Pharaoh, Dew-
drop and Rush had been laid in a com
mon grave, not far from the mouth
of the tunnel that ran from the moat
Though nobody knew It but I, Bugle
kad jot to appear. For some unac-
«
countable reason the moat still with
held Its,dead.
My cousin was painting Plumage.
Twice a day he vlstted Yorlck: but I
^was not Invited and would not go up
unasked. Neither would I go to Plum
age—although I longed to see her—
because I was sure that Helena sat
with my cousin and watched him at
work.
I bad made up my mind to leave An
nabel and to go and stay at Innsbruck
which was a city I knew. My cousin
was to follow with Barley In four
days’ time.
And so I was sitting at Annabel,
cursing life and regarding my half-
packed trunks with at listless stare,
when the host of the Inn came bustling
with a note In bis hand. '
Dear John.x
“Your cousin tells me that you are
leaving tonight. Before you go, will
you be so good as to show me where
young Florin lies? I would not ask
you this favour, but I was fond of
young Florin, and you are the only
being who knows the site of his grave.
I cannot believe you will refuse ms,
and so. If It will suit you, I will call
for you today at a quarter to three.
Please will you tell the bearer ‘yes'
or *no.’
HELENA
I went down to the door of The Reap
ing Hook, to speak to the groom.
“Tell her ladyship ‘yes,’ ” I said.
• • • • • e •
As the coupe stole' Into the fore
court, I descended the steps of the
Inn.
Helena smiled and nodded and I took
off my hat.
“Will you drive, please?”
With a pounding heart, I took my
seat by her side, perceived the glow
of her presence, discovered her faint
perfume. ...
The spot to which we were going
lay 12 miles off, and, after leaving the
car, we must walk half a mile through
the forest to come to the doll. Be sure,
A Gag Was Clapped Over Her
Mouth.
I drove slowly enough. . . . But though
half an hour went by before we left
the coupe, In all that time we never
exchanged one word.
Again and again I sought to make
some remark, but I feared that my
voice would tremble and so betray an
emotion I did not wish her to see. To
sit thus by her side, as I had sat so
often, was stirring the depths of my
being, as though with a sword. Though
I kept my gaze fast on the road, with
the tall of my eye I could see her peer
less features and the gentle, steadfast
look on her lovely face. She was neith
er grave nor smiling, but something be
twixt the two: her air was the air of
one whose day is over, who has of choice
withdrawn from the lists of life and
is now content to sit and watch the
tourney in which she will ride no more.
I hail never seen her like this and at
first I could not discover what It was
that I found unfamiliar' In the beauty
I knew so well: and then I saw: the
eagerness was out of her face.
.When I brought the car to rest,
Helena was out In the road before I
could open the door. Then we entered
the forest together, as we seemed to
have done so often In other days.
In silence we came to the glade
where Geoffrey had been painting when
I first set eyes on the thieves, and In
silence we passed to the coverts which
might have been planted on purpose to
keep the dell. And then at last we came
out—not quite as I had Intended, above
the bluff, but lower down, between the
bluff and the water, at the edge of
a sloping lawn.
Helena caught her breath.
“Oh, John, how lovely,” she said.
Though I knew the spot was hand
some, when I had seen It before I had
been too much distracted to consider
the features that went to make It so
rare.
“It’s finer than I thought,” I said
quietly. *T never saw it from here."
For a moment we stood together,
looking down on young Florin’s grave.
"I must bring old Florin,” said Hel
ena. “I think it would help him a lit
tle."
Helena sat herself down with her
back to the rippling brook.
“I’d like to stay friends,” she said.
“I know you’re going away, and I
think you’re right. But I’d like to think
that though our—our moments are
over, we still were friends.’’
“If you please,” said I, dully, and
sat down a little apart. ‘T’ve so much
to thank you for.”
“I don’t know that you have. But
that's neither here nor there. We’ve
peered at big things together—jou and
I. We’ve eaten of strange, sweet fruits
—like two children, hand in hand. And
now we’re back where we were—where
we were when you came to Plumage
and I told you about the gold. We
can go farther back: perhaps we have.
But I’d like to stop there, if you can.
I mean, one can always he friends.”
“I can stop there," I said thickly.
“That’s right,” said Helena gently.
“I thought you could.”
For a moment she looked at the
palms of her little hands, as though
to consult those pretty pages before
proceeding with a discourse that was
making my heart feel cola.
Then—
“When I say. friends, I mean It. I’ll
always have a feeling that 1- can de
pend upon you. I shan’t attempt to, you
know. But I shall be glad of the feel
ing. You know. When things go wrong,
It makes a world of difference Pf you
can say to yourself ‘If So-and-so were
here, they would understand.’ "
“You can count on me,” I said: “You
let me come to know you as—as I’ll
never know anyone else.”
“Will It help you, John?”
“I don’t know. I’ll write and tell you.”
“That’s right. And I’ll always an
swer. You see, my dear, we must never
meet again. We’ve looked at glory to
gether—and turned away. It wasn’t our
fault, you know. We rather . . . rushed
our fences. But down in that valley
of shadow we gave each other Judg
ment . . . and the Judgments were
good.”
I could not speak. I sat as though
turned to stone. My heart In my breast
was Ice. The blow which had fallen
qjready, had fallen again. I had noth
ing to lose, and had lost It. “From him
that hath not shall be taken away even
that which he hath."
“I—I don’t know that mine was," I
said desperately.
“I’m afraid It was," said Helena. “I
put my love above honor—and you
mustn’t do thaff. And to any event mine
was. You took Iny love and you put It
back In its place. I don’t say you
weren’t right tm do It, because you
were. But there are some flowers, my
dear, that you can’t transplant. I
mean—if you move them, they die.”
Blow upon blow. Couldn’t she see
that the thing she was striking was
dead? Everything and everyone was
dead. Young Florin and Pharaoh and
Dewdrop and Bugle and Rush, and
■flow her love^ And I had killed them
—not Bugle, of course, nor young Flor
in. But everything else.
“That’s' all right,” I heard myself
saying. “I’m glad . . . It’s dead.”
There was a long, long silence. By
the time It was over I had myself in
hand.
At length—
“Poor Bugle,” said Helena slowly.
“He did me a very good turn.”
“By dropping the torch?” said I
“I suppose he dropped It," she said.
“But Rush was bullying me, and some
times I think that Bugle was going
to stop him. I don’t know, of course.
When It fell, I Just flew for the door.
And In any event he waited to set me
free.”
“A twinge of conscience,” said L
Helena shrugged her shoulders.
“He needn’t have done it,” she said.
And then again. “Poor Bugle. I’ll al
ways remember him kindly. I think he
was the best of the lot.”
“I think you’re right,” said I. “I
had a weakness for Bugle, to tell you
the truth. Of course Rush showed him
off."
“I know. I know. But he had a spark
of feeling. More than a spark, I think.
Very few men, placed as he was, would
have troubled to let me out.”
“What will you do,” I said, “about
the loss of your master key?”
“Change the locks, I suppose. It’a
a hideous waste of money: but If Bu
gle’s tempted, you know, there are
plenty of crooks who'd pay a long
price for that key.”
I dared not pursue the matter: to
do so would he to sail too close to
the wind. I decided that Bugle must
show another spark of feeling by re
turning her master key. I would post
It to her.
There was another silence.
With her eyes on young Florin’s
grave, Helena spoke again.
“That wasn’t the only reason why I
wanted to see you before you went I
want your help In a matter. . . .
“Your cousin Is painting my picture
—he's nearly done. It Is the most love
ly portrait. . , . And as he won’t hear
of a fee, I want to make him a pres
ent.
“Well. I’ve got a cup at Yorlck, an
old, gold cup, with a curious history.
Years ago. In the sixteenth century,
the Yorlck of that day was painted. A'
young painter, came, from Vienna, a
man called Latz. Had he lived, he
would have been famous, for the pic
ture Is terribly good. Your cousin
picked It out In an Instant as belhg
the best of the lot. Well, when the
painter had finished, the count was so
pleased with his work that he called
for wine and drank the young man’s
health, and when he had drained the
cup he called for gold. I suppose his
treasurer brought it. Then he filled
the cup with gold pieces and gara
the painter the lot I hope It was ade
quate payment. In those days it prob
ably was. The next morning the paint
er left Yorlck to make his yraj home.
On his lonely ride to Salzburg the poor
man was robbed and murdered—his
body was found by the road. Now the
thieves didn’t break up the cup, but
six months later they tried to sell It
at Innsbruck where Yorlck then had
a hotel. But, as it happened, they took
It to the very goldsmith that Yorlck
himself employed. The moment he saw
the arms, he knew that the cup had
been stolen, and, to cut a long story
short, the thieves were taken and
hanged and the cup came back to the
castle because the poor painter war
dead.
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BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE
LESSON TEXT — Luke :0:45-47;
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OOLDEN TEXT In your pntlenca
possess ye your souls.—Luks 21:19.
PRIMARY TOPIC — A Gift That
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JUNIOR,TOPIC—What Makes a Gift
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YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT
TOPIC—Living for Spiritual Ends. /.
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He had Just dealt with the disbelief
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their wisdom. Sunday school teachers
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serve as true messengers of Christ, not
as scribes, with only a head-knowl
edge of biblical matters.
II. Jesus Makes Estimate of Gifts
(Luke 21:1-4).
1. Amount counts for little (v. I).
While the rich cast their gifts Into the
treasury, and observers may have
noted that the clash and clatter of
their coin Indicated large giving, It Is
not likely that these gifts meant per
sonal sacrifice or self-denial.
2. 'inner conditions determine the
value of a gift (vv. 2, 3). In the sight
of man the poor widow’s deed was not
worthy of notice. In the sight of God
it merited the Immortality of the Bible
record. The two-mite gift of the widow
revealed her love for God, else How
could she spare her all? It revealed
her faith In God for tomorrow, for how
else would she be fed? It revealed
her humility, for she did not with
hold her gift because It was so little.
Verse 4 Is Indeed revealing as to
Christ’s Interpretation of the deeper
meaning of gifts, for that and the
present age.
III. Jesus Prophesies His Return
(vv. 5-33).
1. The temple to be destroyed (vv.
5, 6). The temple was the pride and
boast, of the proud Jew. Such boasting
called forth the Lord's declaration that
“there shall not be left one stone upon
another,” a fact that had Its fulfill
ment A. D. 70, when Titus destroyed
Jerusalem.
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There can he no surprise that the dis
ciples should ask for more Information
about future events. A corresponding
verse in Matthew (^4:3) should be
considered.
3. An order of events was pre
sented to them (vv. 8-24). Perhaps
one would not ao much say au order,
as that he pointed out details on the
great canvas of the future.
a. False Christs would appear (v.
8), some claiming to be the Messiah
In his first appearing, and some In
his reappearing. These make their ap
peal to such as are not rooted and
grounded In the faith, “Go ye not
after them.”
b. Inevitable wars and commotions
(vv. 9, 10) will embroil the nations.
“Commotions” signifies tumults. In the
absence of war, wrangling within na
tional life, or between nations. The
restful follower of Christ Is to “be not
terrified.”
c. Violent persecutions were fore
told (vv. 12-19). The believer of today
should absorb the meaning and teach
ing of this marvelous passage of Scrip
ture. “Settle It In your hearts" that
Christ will be to h5s own even as to
the tempest-tossed (ftsclples on Galilee,
when he said “Peace, be still.” And In
this connection he epoke the words of
the golden text, “In your patience pos
sess ye your souls.” _
IV. Appropriate Warnings (vv. 34-
3G).
The grosser sins may not ensnare
the believer, but how subtle are the
cares of this life. But upon the
drunken, the obscene, the frivolous,
and upon the follower of Christ alike
shall trials and perplexities come.
Watch ye therefore, always; pray, al
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be ready (“worthy”) to escape, and to
stand before tbe Son of God. Benedic
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love his appearing.”
Christian Worship
r . AH Chrlstftin worship Is a witness of
the resurrection of him who llveth for
ever and ever. Because he Uvea, “now
abideth faith, hope, charity.”
Tho Greatest Gift
You propose to give up everything
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yourself among the things to be given
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Talent aB)l Character
Talent forma Itself In solitude; char
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