The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1897-04-08
WHAT THE CAP HELD

The night had closed in about an
hour. A keen wind had risen to
westward on the Thames, beating
up gustily against the strong flood
tide. Hard by London bridge a small
skiff could be dimly seen nearing
the headlight at Queenhithe stairs.
At the foot of these stairs stood a
man in a pilot cap, peering down
stream. His face expressed a con-
Trajectory look of the hunter and
the hunted. 1t was as though a
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 a pair of SOULS and
beyond, in the boats stern, the eager
uplifted face of a girl.
The girl, who was steering, sud
denly uttered a cry.
whats up, Sue2' said the man
at the SOULS.
"Look, look, Martin! It's Andrew
Mawle.'
"What?" The other cast a quick
glance over his shoulder.
At this moment Mawle crouched
down and dropped into boat along
side the stairs. The tide carried him
out into the darkness.
"Step ashore, Sue. I'll not lose
him tonight.
She stepped lightly on to the low
est stair that the tide had left I'M
covered. Catching at the chain, she
leaned forward over the water and
whispered, you'll be wanting dad $
help, won't you?"
eyes, at ebb tide. y
"Wbere?"
"The two red lights.
The girl nodded, and then, hav-
ing watched Martins boat glide in
to the shadows where the other
boat had vanished, she began to as
cend the steps.
At the top of Queenhithe stairs
there is a narrow roadway. On one
side stands row of small houses
at right angles to the river, and on
the other side there is a low wall.
Over this wall lies the diminutive
dock or harbor of Queenhithe.
The girl unlocked the door of
the house nearest the riverside. She
found herself in a cozy little room
where the fire was burning cheer
fully. She locked the door and then
sat down beside the hearth without
removing her hat or cloak. She sat
for awhile looking anxiously into
the fire. Presently she glanced at
the case clock and started up.
"Why, it's near ebb tide | Won
DER said she, stepping to the win
dow and staring out, where's IA
ther?"
An impulse entered Sues head.
Why not go and meet Martin Cart
wright at the two red lights in her
father S place.
She stood hesitating, even shrink
ing, back from the window, as the
project began to take clearer shape
in her brain, and scared look came
into her dark eyes. But she quickly
mastered her fears, and, having
wrapped a wooden scarf about her
neck, as less cumbersome than her
cloak, she went out into the night.
Her fathers boat was moored
alongside the stairs She quickly
loosened the rope, and with a twist
OF two of the souls she had the skiff
out in midstream. The two red
lights marked the spot where YES
sci had been recently sunk.
"Suel'
| She looked round, recognizing
Martin s voice, and under the glim-
mer of the two red lamps she saw
his boat lying against barge hard
by. She glided alongside, and he
stepped into her boat.
Yes, Martin, she said, it's
me.
She then FASTENED to explain why
she had resolved to come. Have
acted right?' she asked. I'm
ready to face any danger Tell me
what's to be done.
Martin had sunk down in the
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