Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1902-05-29

1t all happened in quaint old Ant
werp. and Charlie Stuart found rea-
son to believe that seldom in romance
or history had a more singular ad-
venture befallen pilgrim from Lon
don than CHANGED to his lot on this
same day.
The morning was half spent and
Stuart found himself somewhat at a
loss to know what he should turn to
next for amusement. He had idled in
the markets, discovering new and at
tracuve features constantly; had
been through the various museums
and picture galleries-in short, ex-
hRusted the sights of old Antwerp,
and was on the point of considering
his exodus. which would occur just as
soon as he could make up his mind
where his next objective point on the
map Of Europe or the world would be.
Then It was that Fortune, tickle
jade. took the pilgrim from London
by the throat as it were, and radically
changed the whole course Of his exist
ence.
M bkOOu t"iotihS LIS
blonde n1ustache, he became aware Of
the fact that someone was bearing
down upon him at swift pace, some
one whose quick, energetic move
ments reminded him irresistibly OF n
hawk bouncing upon its prey-some-
greeting and seemed bubbling over
with animal spirits.
Stuart welcomed him eagerly. His
name was Barnaby-Artemus Wych-
erly Claude Barnaby-and his profess
sion that Of an amateur dramatic
novelist It was simply astonishing,
the weird fancies generated in that
erratic brain of his, each of which
exceeded all others in phantasma-
gorie and, 1t must be confessed, some
times ludicrous splendor.
"Just the man of all England
wanted to see. Consider it lucky
omen, by Jove, to run across you in
this manner. I'm going to enlist your
sympathy and cooperation in little
scheme l have on foot, my boy, and,
you can depend upon it, won't take
mo- for an answer, so consider your
self engaged as the second conspira-
tor"
well, don't know about that; but
what wild, hair-brained scheme have
you on foot at present."
Charlie, I've run across the noblest
theme for startling drama that ever
bobbed up in anybody's path. Why,
it actually opens an opportunity for
fame and fortune to the gifted genius
who has holiness enough to grasp the
chance"
"You have, of course. visited the
Steen. that great castle down the
street yonder, once prison of the
lnquisition, now a museum. Did
you take guide with lighted fam
beaus and explore the frightful dun
geons under the castle, each cell and
corridor of which seems to exhale
hideous memories of the tortures in
fiicted upon unfortunate prisoners in
the Dark Ages. when Spanish cruelty
ruled this country with an iron
hand?"
Stuart replied in the negative. His
artist soul had Toasted on the treas
ures which lay Uttered about the
courtyard OF the onetime palace; but
the musty dun icons he had but hast
to the contemplation of such horrors.
ooh. am glad of that" said Arte-
mus. eagerly, for you will be better
prepared to accompany me to those
same dungeons now"
THE deuce!" exclaimed Charlie,
taken aback; but, not in the least dis
concerted. the other went on:
Tell me, have you heard the story
or rumor that is circulated here and
there through certain circles about a
modern man in the Iron Mask sup
posed to be incarcerated in the Steen
dungeons?
Il remember hearing some little
talk about such a thing, but really
never pursued the subject"
Briefly, then, It has long been
whispered that there was recently.
and may still continue to be. a secret
prisoner confined in lonely dungeon
under yonder massive pile of ma
sonry-a man whose face Is forever
hidden behind an iron mask that is
secured by paddock. have reached
the conclusion that this man of mys-
terry might be some troublesome heir
| to the German throne, or else a son
Of Louis Napoleon. Think for a
minute what wonderful possibilities
this vista opens to the dramatist! II
is quite enough to inspire the dullest
mind And I am resolved to explore
those ancient dungeons personally, as
no one has ever done before, with the
secretly avowed purpose OF learning
whether l may found my great drama
upon a truth. or the mere fabric OF a
Dutch legend. And you will accom-
pany me. my boy. out OF pure philan-
thropy. to share In the exhilaration of
uccess"-touching a suspicious bot
tlelike package he carried under his
left arm-"or to support me in case OF
exaspersting failure"
Charlie Stuart could not say him
nay; he really had nothing on foot
whereby TO kill time. and Artemus
was such jolly and original dog that
II were worth something to have
the pleasure OF his society for a space
Of time.
30, hesitating, he fell.
And, thus sauntering down the
street Of the Steen, the two friends
arrived in the shadow OF the great
building whose history stretched back
centuries into the dim past
Together they entered. like other
pilgrims DESTROYS Of gazing upon the
art treasures which lay within those
ancient walls.