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-TO-DAY'S SHORT STORY.J Flannigan's…

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TO-DAY'S SHORT STORY.J Flannigan's Last Flntter I didn't like the ring of it from the first. There was the plan of the mansion done something; beautiful; and there was Flash Harry, holding his breath after rattling off the mosst fascinating tale that ever made a misguided man's blood go smoking hot. Yet, I I sit there, fingering the ticket-of-Ieave in I my pocket, I'd have given sovereigns for the courage to catch him by the neck and pnt J him outside—but the way that man had w-?th him was something past words. j 'Tain't fair!" I whispers, wiping my fore- x,ad. "You try someone else. I took my solemn oath last time "And didn't I, too?" he says, in staggering earnest. "Bill Flannigan, mind you ain t ulad: W¡e've both of us turned up risking i and running; it's no class whatever. But this here—why, I'm coming and pushing sacks o' golden quids inside your door. The others 'ud lose their heads over being million- aires at a &trok&; you wouldn't. Look at it' ,,tir?es a' There s the house, seventeen solid miles from 1Jondon, and only one or two bloated vil- lage coppers anywhere near. It's as.good as empty—the Colonel fetched the whole family uo to town yesterday for a month. There's four servants left in charge. Here's the butler's store-room: between that and the dining-room. Bill, boy. there's enough white metal to blind your eyps. See that dot? That's the Colonel's dressing- roum. You'll jur-t unlock it and fill hin own bag, singing to yourself all j the time. -hilti I pack up the silver neat. If the safe's the,-e. you'll please yourself. J'fext dot—my lady's room, and the girls' next to that. We. sample the larder, write 'adieu' on every door, and roam down to the Tillage, where I've a trap waiting in a lane. I shall take a saloon for America, and yoi-well, you can stay quiet, work out your ticket, and then float a mining company and bust the ma.rkeL Your hand—settled! We take train to-morrow night. and we take the ewag about four a.m., when a servant can't lie woke!" i That was it. and so it happened that. a bit before dawn, two days later, I found myself aereep. creep down that cursed corridor in Colonel Armstrong"* country house. Kiaeh Harry was feeling his way down below; you could hear your heart ticking. and yet I'd never felt more shaky and doubtful. One more steyi I took. and then—wallop! I'd gone sprawling, the sweat oozing out on me like beads, anf8 in my ears the most horrid sound of hells jangling, as it seemed, all over the house. What next? Flash Harry s rush down, there, then a spell cf horrible silence. As I struggled up, half- stunned, and groped for the wire that had been stretched low across there, bang goes a. door, and someone came tearing up these stairs, calling someon.e else. I went flying down that corridor, turned he corner, and came to more stairs, one up md one down Xever reckoning, I dashed tp; and, perhaps, that saved me for the dme-the man after me must have gone lown. I was on the top landing, under a llanting roof, every nerve in me red-hot. Cornered? No; there was a trap, or skylight, mEt overhead, with the half-light showing;' through like a gleam of salvation. Up on the banister! I found the bolt, just managed to shoot it back, and banged open the trap. One spring and I caight the outer ledge, and had dragged myself through-waiting for the shout of discovery underneath. It never came. For what seemed solid years r lay there, not (laririsr to move a muscle, praying for daylight, whatever happened. I could just hold on, without knowing what was above or below, expecting every minute a policeman's nob to bob up th-rorogii the trap. But, no; it got lighter and lighter, and at last the poor November sun broke out— that meant it must be nigh en eight o'clock. And I hadn't moved! Fairly sick and des- perate, I lifts my bead at last to look behind. Ugh! There was the brown fields right down below, and—^and—why, was that a waterspout sticking rap at the corner, only a few yards away? Yes! Then it w?,g my chance, if I could only get to it. My feet against the gutter, I started worming along sideways, till my bowts touched the spout, and I bad only to turn round head downwards on the greasy slant. I couldn't again, but I did it somehow. One breath I took in, and then peered down. ready for anything. Was I dreaming? That pipe reached clear to the ground, and there wasn't a policeman or anyone else to be seen. The amazing fool I'd been! Qnvjk as thought I laid hold of the pipe, worked myself off the edge, and went scrambling down it like a, cat, gripping easily with hands and knees. Down, down, until I could have writ myself down safe as eggs—when a. door just below opened, and someone stepped calmly cut.. A TFoman! One horrid stare, then a screech tha.t went right through me; but I didn't •wait for the rest. I dropped, dashed along ■by the wall, through a gateway, and went off up that. road at a pace that made every- thing: swim, before me. Clear away? No—| horrors!—as I turned the corner, I gave one back-lock to see if the shout meant any- I thing; and there was a man just starting! after me on a bicycla affair. I rushed an another hundred yards before that sweet gap in the hedge sent the thought into me—a bicycle wa.3 no good in a field. Staggering over the ruts I went for bare life, praying for one more chance. Another hedge—another look back. Aye, lie was after me, trundling liis roundaibout across, shouting like mad. Whoop! I'd tumbled out into a road again, All up now! There was a. sharp bend; turn- inig for the last time, I just see his wheel wobbling as he got astride it. One more -vpurt, and then. just as I was swinging round with my fists up, I spied the ghost of a chance—a high, spiked brick wall, and the branch of an elder-tree hanging over it. One wild jump I took, caught the branch, wriggled up. went to lay along the spikes till he'd passed, lost my balance, and toppled sheer over—a twelve feet. Then came a dark blar-k-a beauty It was the sound of talking that brought me to in a fright. I was lying behind the tree 0Jl a heap of deoad leave". I rubbed my eyes hard—I made sure I'd dropmnl into a prison yard. Why, there was a. big- stretch of ground, laid out to look like a garden, and a big red-brick building at the far end. I could make out one or two chaps like warders working -ab011t down there, aud a morv. tripping along with a basin. But it w a. the sight of about a score of men walking aa-out the grounds all dressed rnu^h alike ir: a sort of grey stuff that made me fetch my breath- so c-harp. What on earth was they up to, strolling up and down so nice and easy? And then of a sudden I hit it—I'd chucked myself into a workhouse grounds, and these were the paupers filling their poor lungs with the J blessed free air. Bashed about, hungry, afraid to breathe loud. all in a, treinol-L)-yes, I'd go through it all again rather than hear the beak asking i what was up against me besides this job. -a n ,LiL me j oo And never—never no more! Ail eyes and ears, I peered a,bout. The paupers, t.hey was a healthy, contented-look- i ing lot enough—all bar one chap, that some- how caught an my eve frci the first. You eonld at a glance thai lie was no regular ho u-re" man. and felt the sting of being fjTfre cruel. Tie walked round and round by lulssUf. avoiding the others. Twice he'd iven right by me. head down, raouruful as T-o-sibie—a KM about my own ciass, and reddish whiskers something similar. But I didn't- take that last in till it so happened Jie came iiy the third time: and thei) there. you might have stunned me with a baby's rattle—if he didn't shake hands hard with "bisself, look up pitiful, and say: "Oh for jus- tice! Oh, to throw off these hated rags and ta.te the clft liberty for one hour!" That was the man's word; Ai d OK—well. I didn't know properly what was in my mind even then, but before I knew it. or saw my way at all, I'd blurted out, in a husky hiss: — "Right you are. matey—change clothe:- "Who-who's that-" Tell you, I made cer- tain I'd put my head into the rope—such a. etart he gave at seeing me there. goggle-eyed at the rummy inspiration his look and word gave me. And b-, was fly—pretended to he looking up. "Keep still! Wht, you.- he asks, very soft. "I'm the—the new cook," 1 sat-jr-. UP., Did you meat: that tilere —you re dying to have an hour out on your own? Can't, you do it in that. Por. do yon see. all i could grasp at was, if such a thing oculd happen that he got outside in my suit, they would be after him for the burglary, while I could slip out at the workhouse door and cut the neighbourhood before they found their mistake. And the way that man went white showed he meant it, whatever his idea. "You don't know this place." he says: "yon must be stark mad to come here. It's worse than a prison—eyes in every corner zL dis- grace to civilisation. Twice I've got away and been brought back. Why? Because, if I once got hack to London, I could lay claim to a vast fortune—and get it. And my rela- tions; know it, and are keeping me here with- out a penny as long as they can. Yes, sir; I'm the real Archibald Savage. It's a scan- dal that ought to be in the newspapers." Lor' I whispers, reeking with sweat for fear of someone coming along. "Then let's 03 quick—how can we do it? There's nine bob in ceo o' these pockets, and it's halves. Where—quick?"' We're all right," he says, still gazing up. Providence sent you, and Providence will repay you. Don't you see the tool-house in the corner? Go on your hand., and knees— now! Safe—thnt's it! Can you see? Then -off with j I conTd curst with chuckling, | only for fear. I could hardly believe it was all true. but you could scarcely count fifty before there we was in eacg, ether's clothes, and he was scuttling back along the wall to behind that dderthe very spit of me, what with the peaked cap and corduroys. And that man that hated the union so—well. I wasn't going- to.give myself away! I didn't dare draw breath till he'd got off my shoulder en to the spikes, dropped over with a thud. and hobbled off up the road groan- ing. GOlle! The-e I stood, shaking all over <Hc" it. wondering whether I'd g-.>t out of one hole into a. deeper. The pair&er togs felt rem my and skimpy, and I was no hand at breaking stones, if it came to that: somehow, as I looked it up and down, I couldn't make up my mind to. try sueaking out of the front door, without being noticed. No; I'd give him ten minutes' start, and then risk the wail and the fields again. That wasn't to be. Presently my pulse give., a fresh bon-nd as one of these official fellows come walking up my way. Just in time I recollected my book, step.ped out into the path, <nd Jx:;r:JIl ro-ttning round same as the rest, with my he'd down and hands together, like that other fellow. What to say, what to do first, I couldn't think nohow; my nerves was fair on edge all the time, as I sidled near the house and tried to get the bearings of it before something happened. I'd never been in any workhouse before, but I reckoned that a dinner-belil or something cught to ring "o;m. and bring rue a sort of chance. They'd be sure to know all about the burglary job by n&w—Lor'! every minute was making it more ticklish. And one of the other pauper chaps seemed to be edging near me. E-r-well, my lord," he says, in a high, preachy voice, stopping; "still brooding?'" I stares up. and down again quick. IlalJca, I thinks, that fellow was a duke op some- thing, come down to this! "Yus, mate," I says, afraid to pick my words. "Always a-brooiing—doomed to it. It's that vast fortune does it." I knew I'd spoken wrong, but I was clta-i taken off my he-els when he stepped up.cooi as a cucumber, and give my ear a nasty lug, and then another. Up went my fist, without me knowing it. I could have shouted. Here. what game's this?" I says. ey don't you take no liberties like that again." L-liberties!" The way that man drew his- self up and let his lungs go was something paralysing. "You're intoxicated, sir!" he says. Look at your dirty face! Liberties! How dare you address the man who ought to be on the thione of Prussia in that familiar way? You know who I am, as well as I do. You're a low French. spy—I've said so all along!" "Oh!" I gasps. It would out, though my heart was fair in my mouth. I see the others giggling and nudging each other, and I never could stitvi being ohipned, under any circumstances. Oh! nice day for an outing, ain't it? Throne o' Prussia, eh? The ratepayers'll be keeping quite a tidy few of you lot over here soon, won't they? Ain't we all come down in the world?" Next moment—oh, what wouldn't I have given if I'd only let that chap pull my other ear. and edged en! How did it happen? I 11 never properly know, ma,ny a time as I've dreamed it all ever since. Red to white he went, and back again arnd then, with a howl nowhere nigh human, he come at his mcath gaping open. And I reckon the howl I sent up wasn't so far inferior, for there's the marks on my noec to this blessed minute to show where his pretty teeth closed. Arms and legs round me, he was biting and tea-ring in a. fashion that put all fear out cf me. Cumberland style I might have managed—but that there! Scratch, bite, bacg!—we wa. a.t it; row up. now down; and in the scrimmage I could make out all the other chaps clapping their hands and bobbing up and down like marionettes. And the noise! The place was alive with it; it rings in my ears now. Bash, bite, thump! Someone was tugging at me behind now, but, lor! I was letting drive at every- thing that came near me. Yes; and then all of a sudden, when everything was beginning to spin round, the horrid truth of it all flashed into my brain. I'd caught a shout. CTeorge, quick—padded room here! Ring up the doctor! Quick, I can't hold him! There's something wrong!" Hold him! Padded room! Lor'! would I ever forget how all my boiling- blood went ice-cold? Workhouse? Nary bit of it! I'd just got into a madhouse, sirs, and that savage chap, and that King of Prussia fellow, and these skipping mariouett-they \ras ail drivellin.- m,.azlia-es! And hire One more screech I let off, one smash at the men trying to bear me down; and then I was off, with the whole Jot. after me. Terror —it was never the word, for the minute I reckon I was clean fit for their padded room, chains and all. In ajjout a dozen bounds I'd got to that tool-house; in another I was a-top of it—sprung for the spikes, and wriggled over in a. frenzy. Down to the blessea road I bumped, their bell ring- ing like mad. Which way—which way? A thousand quid for a deep hole! One thrilling pause—then a beautiful baker's cart came rattling by, wit a only a bit of a boy in charge; and in half a jiffy I'd swung uiyseif up at the back, snatched ho!d of the rein?. and set that horse going like a Derby winner. ny! I didn't stop tH! wed covered a good ten mile-, and, then, at a lonely spot, I got down and made off acroiss country with haif a loaf and t'other fellow's hat and coat—the last bit of thieving I'll ever lay my fingers to in this world! And pretty reading I reckon that baker-boy's tale made when he got back; but by that time I lay gasping and sweating along the seat of a third class carriage, a-nd the shiny rails reached afore me rig-ht w London town. Back home. I never stirred cut or touched a. newspaper for a week. And the rest—Weil, it don't concern anyone. Enough that I can look anyone straight in the face across my little oyster-stail to-day; and that if Flash Harry's step ever sound's on my stairs again -well. there's a quickstep bit of mtisio waitr ing for him to dance tu.

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