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jt f' TO-DAY'S SHORT 3TORY.J i Flannigan's Last Flutter 1 r —— 9- —— I didn't like the rin-4 of it from the first. 1, There was the plan of the mansion done something beautiful: and. there was Flash Harry, holding his breath after rattling off the meet fascinating tale that ever made a misguided man's blood go smoking hot. Yet, as I sit there, fingering the ticket-of-leave in my pocket, I'd have given sovereigns for the courage to catch him by the neck and put him outside-but the way that man always had with him was something past words. Tain't fair!" I whispers, wiping my fore- head. "YQn try someone else. I took my solemn oath last time "And didn't 1. t-'JO?" he says, in staggering earnest. "Bill Fhinnigan, mind you ain't mad! We've bo-th of us turned up risking and runnittg: 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 stroke; you wouldn't. Look at it! There's the house, seventeen solid miles from London, and only one cr two bloated vil- large coppers anywhere near." That was it. and so it happened that, a bit before dawn, two days later, I found myself acreep, creep down that cursed corridor in Colonel Armstrong's country house. Fla-sh 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 step I took, and then—wallop! I'd gome sprawling, the sweat oozing out on me like beads, and in my ears the mo-,t .horrid sound of bells jangling, as it seemed, all over the house. What next? Flah Harry's rush down there, then a spell cf 1 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 thotae stairs, calling someone else. I went flying down that corridor, turned the oorner, and came to more stairs, one up and one down. Never reckoning, I dashed up; and, perhaps, that saved me far the time-b,e man after me must have gone down. I was on the top landing, under a slanting roof, every nerve in me red-hot. Cornered? No; there was a trap, or skylight. just 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 caught the outer ledge, and had dragged myself through—waiting for the shout of discovery underneath. It never came. For what seemed solid years I lay there, not daring to move a muscle, praying for daylight. Fairly sick and des- perate, I lifts my head at last to look behind. Ugh! There was the brown fields right down belovs, and-and-why, was that a waterspout otickirl-t, up at the corner, only a few yards away? Yea! Then it was my chance, if I ► could only get to it. My feet against the gutter, I started worming along sideways, till my boots touched the spout, and I haod only to turn round head downwards on the creasy elant. I couldn't again, but I did it somehow. One breath I took in, and then j 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 tm-azinig fool I'd been! Quick 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 c.g,S-whon a door just below opened, and someone stepped caJmly out. A woman! One horrid stare, then a screech that 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 awily:, No— horrors !-a.s I turned the corner, I gave one back-look to see if the shout meajit any- thing; and there was a man just starting after me on a bicycle affair. I rushed on another hundred yards before that sweet gap in the hedge sent the thought into me-a. bicycle was no good in a field. Staggering over the ruts I went for bare life, praying for one more chance. Anotiher hooge-another look baek. Aye, he was after me, trundling his roundabout across, shouting like mad. Whoop! I'd tumbled out into a road again. AH up now; There was a. sharp bend; turn. ing for the last time, I just see his wheel wobbling as he got astride it. One more spurt, and then, just as I was swimging round with my fists UP. I spied the ghost of a chance-a high, spiked brick wall, and. the branch of aoi elder-tree hanging over it. One wild jump I took, caught the branch, wriggled up, went to lay along the spikes till Jhe'd passed, lost my balance, and toppled sheer over-a good twelve feet. Then came a dark blank-a beauty! It was the sound of talking that brought me to in a fright. It was the sight at about a score of men walking about the grounds all dressed much alike in a sort .of grey stuff that made me fetch my breath so sharp. What on earth was they u.p to, strolling Tip and down so nice end easy ? And them of a suddea I hit it—I'd chucked myself imto a workhouse grounds, and these were the paupers filling their p-oolr lungs with tabe blessed free air. All eyes and ears, I peered about. The ?<i paupers. they was a healthy, contented-look- ing lot ecough-Gdl bar one obap, that som? how oought on my eye from the first. You could see at a glance that he was no regular "house" man, and felt the sting of being there cruel. He walked round and round by tosself, avoiding the others. Twice he'd been right by me, head down, mournful as •possible—a men about my own class, and reddish whiskers something similar. But I didn't, take that last in till it so happened he came by the third time; and then—there, you might have stunned me with a baby's rattle—if be didn't shake hands h&rd with ihisself. look up pitiful, and say "Oh for jus- tice! Odi, to throw off these hated rags and ta-,t,e the eld liberty for one hour!" That was the man's words. And me-well., I didn't know properly what was in my mind even then, but before I knew it. or saw my way at all, Id blujted out, in a husky hiss:- "Right you are, matey—change clothes!" "Who-who's õhat?" Tell you, I made cer- tain I'd put my head into the rope-S1.1ch a start he gave at seeing me there, goggie-eyed at the rummy inspiration his look and word gave me. And he was fiy-pretended to be looking" up. "Keep still! Who are you?" he asks, very soft. "I'm the—the new cook," I gasps. "What's BP? Did you mean that there—you're dying to have an hour out on your own? Oan't you do it in that clobber?" For, do you see, all I could grasp at was, if such a. thing could 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 -w,etit white showed he meant it, whatever his idea. "You don't know this place," he says; "you 'must be stark mad to come here. It's worse than a prison—eyes in every corner-a. dis- grace to civilisation. Twice I've got away and been brought back. Why ? Because, if I once got back 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 ba quick—how can we do it? There's nine i 'bob in one o' the&e pocket- ? and it's halves. k Where—q?ick?" 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 hands and knees- now! Safe-that's it! Can you see ? Then—off with 'em!" Well! I coufii ha' burst with chuckling, only for fear. I could hardly believe it was all true. but you could scarcely count fifty before there we was in each other's clothes, and he was scuttling back along the wall to behind thai elder—the 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 on to the spikes, dropped over with a fbud, and hobbled off up the road groan- ing. Gone! There I stood, shaking all over after it. wondering whether I'd got out of one hole into a deeper. The pauper togs felt rummy and skimpy, and I was no hand at brealiing stones, if it c-vme to that; somehow, as I looked it up and down. I couldn't make up my mind to try sneaking out of the front door, without being noticed. I'd give him ten minutes' start, and then risk the wall and the fields again. That wa?n t to be. Presently my pulse gives a, fresh bound as one of those official fellows come walking up- my way. Just in time I recollected my book, stepped out into the path, and began roaming round same I as the rest, wirh my 11:cl,¿ down and hands together, like that other fellow. And one of the other pauper chaps seemed to be edging nlelar me. Er-well, my lord," he says, in a high, preachy voice, stopping; "still brooding?" I stares up, and down again quick. Halloa, I thinks, that fellow was a duke oý some- thing, come down to this! "Yus, mate," I I says, afraid to pick my words. "Always a-brooding—doomed to it. It's that vast fortune does it." I knew I'd spoken wrong, but I was clean taken off my heels when he stepped up, cool 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. Jer, 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 throne 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!" Next momnit--oh. what wouldn't I have given if I'd only let that chap pull my other ear, and edged on! How did it happen? I'll r,ev-er properly know, many a time as I've dreamed it all ever since. Bed to white he went, and back again; and then, with a howl nowhere nigh human, he come at me, his mouth gaping open. And I reckon the howl I oonltup wasn't so far inferior, for there's the marks on my note to this blessed minute to show where his pretty teeth closed. Arms and legs' round me, he was biting and tearing in a fashion that put all fear out of me. Cumberland style I might have managed—but that there! Yes; and a sudden, when everything was beginning" to spin round, the horrid truth of it all flashed into my brain. I'd caught a shout. "George, 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 ioe-cold? Workhouse? Nary bit of it! I'd just got into a madhouse, sirs, amd that savage chaip, and that King of Prussia fellow, and these skipping marionettes—they was all drivelling maniacs! And here One more screech I let off, one smash at the men trying to bear me down; and then I was off, with the whole lot after me. Terror —it was nsver the word, for the minute I reckon I was clean fit for their padded room, chains and all. In a,bout a. dozen bounds I'd got to that tool-house; in another l was a-top ot it-sprung for the spikes, and wriggled over in a frenzy. Down to the blessetl 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, with only a, bit of a boy in charge; and in half a jiffy I'd swun-g myself up a.t the back, snatched hold of the reins, and set that horse going like a Derby winner. Fly! I didn't &top till we'd covered a. good ten miles, and, then, at a lonely spot, I got down and made off across country with half 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, and the shiny rails reached afore me right to London town. Back home, I never stirred out or touched a newspaper for a week. And the -rec-t-well, it don't concern anyone. Enough that I can look anyone straight in the face across my little oyster-stall to-day; and that if Flash Harry's step ever sounds on my stairs again -well, there's a. quickstep bit of music wait- ing for him to dance to.

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CARDIFF EMPIRE. I

A Lady - Terrorist I

A CARDIFF LADY VOCALIST. I

IPassing Pleasantries, I

I IN DEATH NOT DIVIDED.

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I FOREICN, MAILS.I

; LOCAL TIDE TABLE I

Punished for Snoring 1

A TIN OF SALMON. I -I

ICRICKET !

I CWMAVON" TERRIERS" I 1 -!

I WORKING BY MUSIC I

! WINNER'S BRILLIANT PERFORMANCE

MONDAY'S RACING.

I -NOVEL USE OF DOUCHI

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I Billiards.

1A Cardiff -0Docksman

TO-NIQHT'S TATTOO. I

:STOLL'S PANOPTICON, CARDIFF

I THE MOTOR CRAZE

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INEW THEATRE, CARDIFFI

ISEE PLOWDEN AND DIEI

iWORLD'S LONGEST BRIDGE I

I THE PALACE, CARDIFF

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