Evening star., 1924-09-22
THE OWLS HOUSE
A Thrilling Adventure Story
BY Crosbie Garstin
Continued from Yesterdays Starr
1924. by Frederick A. Stokes C.

continued from Yesterdays starr
King Nick's voice took on a slightly
tpained tone. George, George. my
dear life, ponder, will e? Consider
where between st. Ives and Semen
ran j run a cargo. And how many
days a week in winter can l land AZ
tSennen-eh? Not one. Not one in a
month hardly. He gathereth the
waters of the sea together. as ii was
upon a heap Psalm thirty-three.
And it's in winter that the notable
hard drinkings done, as thou well
4lnowest. What else is the poor dear
souls to do in the long bitter eve
Jings? Think o they poor st. Just
4inners down in the damp and dark
all day. 'Tis the duty of any man
processing Christian love and charity
40 assist they poor souls to get a
drop of warm liquor cheap. What
saith the Book? Blessed is he that
ronsidereth the poor and needy.
Think on that George" There were
tears in the melodious brook.
Jackys George grunted. Dunno as
we got any turrible love for timers.
The last pair O. they mucky toads as
coined here pretty nigh clawed my
house down. Why not Porgwarra or
fenberth?"
Cos there aren't a man there I'd
trust, George. l wouldn't put my
trust en- nobody but you-'The faith
full are minished from among the
sons o men You run a bit for your
self: why can't e run a bit more and
make a fortune? What's come over e,
my old and bold? 'Fraid are e, all to
once? What for? You've got "A snug
landing and a straight track over the
moors, wild never soul to see e pass.
Riders can't rush e here in this little
crack o the rocks; they'd break their
stiff necks. Let their way be dark
and slippery and let the angel of the
Lord perSecute them, and We shall
wash our footsteps in the blood Of the
ungodly.' What makes e hold back,
old shipmate?"
Horses" said Jacky's George.
"Lookee, Cap'n Nick, the moneys
good and l do respect it as much as
the next man. | aren't 'fraid of
riders nor anything else-save tu-
mors-and If it were only a matter
of landing, why. I'd land s much stuff
as you've a mind to. But carry goods
to st. Just for e, | won't, for that
means horses. and horses means
farmers. I'm bred to the myself
and L can't abide farmers. I've tried
il before and there's always trouble.
earth collecting 'em. and then some
do show up and some don't, and where
are We then? Why, where the cat
waS-in the tar barrel. Paul farmers
won't mix wild Gwithian and Sancreed
can't stomach neither. And, what is
more. they do eat up all your profits
five ShillingS here. ten ShillingS there
and that amt the end of il. When
you think you've done paying a
farmer, slit me, you've only just be-
gun. l won't be plagued wild EN-, so
that's the finish
Listen to me minute King Nick
purled on, quite undeterred. III tell
"T'eddn no manner of use, cap'n."
said Jacky's George, standing up.
There's the light showing. Way all.
Bend to it,
The gig shot shoreward for the
slip.
The manner in which the Baragwa-
nath family disposed of a run con-
tained the elements of magic. 1t was
a conjuring trick, no less-"now you
see it, now you don't" At one mo-
ment the sliphead was chockablock
with bales and barrels; at the next it
was bare. They swooped purpose
fully out of nowhere, fell upon the
goods and-hey. presto.-spirited
themselves back into nowhere, leav-
ing the slip wiped clean.
Including one son and two daugh-
ters- in law, the tribe mustered four
teen in all, and in the handling of il
licit merchandise the ladies were as
gifted as the gentlemen. Ortho was
laboriously trundling a cask up the
slip when he encountered one of the
Misses Baragwanath, who gave him
Il push and took the matter out of his
hands. BY the time he had recovered
his balance she had gone and so had
the cask. 1t was too dark to see
which way she went. Not that he was
interested; on the contrary, he want