The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1897-07-21

1 Al YOU Know II You bul Knew
Prom Vogue.
| WHAT THE CAP HELD.
The night had closed in about an
hour. A keen wind had risen to west
ward on the Thames, beating up gusti-
ly against the strong flood tide. Hard
by London bridge small skiff could
be dimly seen nearing the headlight at
Queenhithe stairs.
At the foot of these stairs stood
man in a pilot cap, peering down
stream. His face expressed a contra
dietory look of the hunter and the
hunted. 1t was as though q sense Of
intense fascination and dread had been
simultaneously reused. From his point
of view one could see the broad back of
a man who worked at pair of sculls
and beyond, in the boots stern, the
eager uplifted face of girl.
The girl, who was steering, sudden
ly uttered a cry.
Whats up, Sue?" said the man at
sculls-
Look, look, Martin! It's Andrew
Mawle."
'What?n The other cast a quick
glance over his shoulder.
At this moment Mawle crouched
down and dropped into a boat along
side the stairs. The tide carried him
out into the darkness.
''Step ashore, Sue. III not lose him
tonight"
She stepped lightly on to the lowest
stair that the tide had left uncovered.
Catching at the chain, she leaned for
ward over the water and whispered.
you'll be wanting dads help, won't
your
''Ies, al ebb tide"
"Where9'
'The two red lights"
The girl nodded, and then, having
watched Martins boat glide into the
shadows where the other boat had van
ished, she began to ascend the steps
At the top of Queenhithe stairs there
is a narrow roadway. On one side
stands a row of small houses at right |
angles TO the river, and or the other |
side there is low wall. Over this wall
lies the diminutive dock or harbor of |
QIeenhithe.
The girl unlocked the door of the
house nearest the riverside. She found |
herself in a cozy little room where
the fire was burning cheerfully. She
locked the door and then sat down be-
side the hearth without removing her
hat or cloak. She sat for awhile look
ing anxiously into the fire. Presently
she glanced at the case clock and start
ed up.
"Why, it's near ebb tide. won
der" said she, stepping to the window
and staring out, where's father"
An impulse entered Sues head. Why
not go and meet Martin Cartwright
at the two red lights in her fathers
place?
She stood hesitating, even shrinking
back from the window, as the project
began to take clearer shape in her
brain, and q scared look came into her
dark eyes. But she quickly mastered
her fears and, having wrapped wool
en- scarf about her neck, as less cum
bersome than her cloak, she went out
into the night
Her fathers boat was moOred along
side the stairs. She quickly loosened
the rope, and with twist or two of the
seuIls she had the skiff out in mid
stream. The two red lights marked
the spot where vessel had been re-
c.It Y sunk.
'.Suer'
She looked round, recognizing Mar
tins voice, and under the glimmer of
the two red lamps she saw his boat
3 sing against a barge hard by. She
gIided alongside, and he stepped into
her boat.
ayes, Martini" she said, sits me-"
She then hastened TO explain why
she had resolved 10 come. Have L
acted right?" she asked. Pm ready
to face any danger. Tell me what's to
be done"
Martin had sunk down in the stern.
He held dark lantern in his hand,
and while Sue Lawson still spoke he
threw fash from it upon the girls
face. He thought AT that moment that
he had never seen a Drawer.
"Yes. I'll tell you what's to be
done Help me if you will I'm going
to capture Andrew Mawle at ebb tide"
'.To-night?' Sue whispered eager
ly."
ain ten minutes time," was the re-
ply. "Tve discovered his hiding place
and'-
"Where?''
"Pm going TO steer there now" said
Martin. keep your place at the
sculls."
"Are you ready?H said Sue.
"Readyw
The boat began to more quietly up
stream.
The girl was fully aware that the
expedition upon which she had now
embarked, in response to a word from
Cartwright, was one fraught with con-
siderable danger. The very thought
of Andrew Mawle had more than once
reused in her the most serious inquiet-
ude. While the man was still clerk
at Sherwood's bank, where Sue Law
son had lately lived in the managers
service, his dark, evil eye had frequent