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Show I $ mrty at Wch : SirPJiilipGitb5 I I (Continued from Last Week.) Copyrixht. by the Perin-Aiialr Compiny. i Alt Ufhtfl RfM.Ttd.) CHAPTER V. (Continued.) XE Friday evening Bristles I I i.l all of B eudden, as though the Idea had Just jumped into his head: "Look here, Nick, old man. what do you say to going on a surprise visit to Beauty?" Nuk did not say anything, but gave a great shout, and clapped his hands. "She's in a place called Canterbury." Canter-bury." said Bristles, "and we could run down there tomorrow and spend the week-end and get back in time for school and work on Monday. How Is that for an idea"" Ii seemed to Nick a glorious Idea, and the glory of it was great when he carried his own little bag to the station next morning, nlong-,u. nlong-,u. DvioiUu wlm w.ia cnrrvlne a I Mill.- UltBUWI " bigger bag, and sat in the corner of n third-class carriage with Bristles In the opposite corner, and a sailor smoking a clay pipe in the third corner, and an old clergyman reading read-ing a little black book in the fourth corner. The train puffed out of the station, and Nick listened to the nol60 of the piston rods making a Jerkv kind of song, which seemed io say. "Hurry up there, hurry up there!" as If the train wero frightfully fright-fully anxious to get to Canterbury I if-t'i u s i I! auty was there Then he looked out of tho windows and watched the fields fly past, and little lit-tle villages from which church spires stuck up like arrows pointing point-ing to the sky, and he saw boy? and girls running down country lanes on their way to school, and cows staring up at the passing train, and old women standing at their cottage cot-tage doors like the old witches in "Grimm's Fairy Tales," and a thousand thou-sand other pictures of life In tho sunlight of Summer's day, whirling whirl-ing past tho carriage windows so quickly that his eyes could hardly catch them quick enough. Tho greatness and splendor of the big I world seemed to lift NICK B soul out of his body This was a great adventure! ad-venture! His spirit went faster than the train. It leaped ahead of the train Into Beauty's arms. The thoupht of seeing Beauty again made him want to shout out and sing, but he kept his mouth shut because be-cause of the sailor smoking a clay pipe and winking every time he caught Nick's eye. and because of the clergyman, who looked up from his little black bock to stare ot Nick through the spectacles on his nose At last the train stopped at fan-terbury fan-terbury and Nick walked with Bris ties through streets of houses -which looked like the pictures in one of his fairy-tale books, with pointed roofs and windows that bulged out over the doorways and window panes like green bull s-eyos s-eyos and walls propped up with great oak beams. There were grinning goblins carved In stone at the comers of little old churches which had been built between the little old houses, and Nick held his breath and opened his ey-s .is wide as they would go when he looked np at a church bigger than any church he had ever seen, with gT ' walla like those of a giant's cat.: i' and tremendous windows which seemed to shut out the light ami sloping roofs almost as high as tho clouds. "Canterbury Cathedral," snM Bristles; "that's where Thomas a Backol was murdered by the bad knlghtB. Do you remember? , But we must fiud Beauty nefore we fa b ;ill the sights." "Yes. 1 want Beauty first," said Ni k "How shall we find her?" ; Bnstb put the bags In charge of BD Old gentleman who sat In an pppj old chair in the hall ot an old ii.n called "The Flour de Lys,' and Hj they sot out again to find Beauty. m one v.uit iiul i'jbj iu mm, aim i i" lost tlu ir way several times in nar-row nar-row alleys wnere tho houses were eo close together that people could shako hands with each other out of the opposite windows But at last H' they came to tho back door of a 'building called tho Theatre Royal, and Bristles said: "Perhaps Beauty is here, but if rshe isn't we shall find out where Bristles spoke to a very fat and vTcr-v grumpy-looking man who sat In a small offico reading a pink paper, with a pot n beer a his elbow, in case his reading made him thirsty. j f "Is Miss Vivian at the theatre?" asked Bristles, much to tho surprise of Nick, who had expected hlni to ask for Beauty. After a moment's silence the fat Hj roan looked up from his pink paper and said, "Eh?" Bristles repeated his question. Hi ' She Is and she ain't," said the man, and then, as if this effort to : peak had made very thirsty, he took a big drink out of his pot of Bristles spoke to him sharply. "Is she here, or Is sho not here?" "She is and she ain't," said tho ,nan. "That is to say, she Is here as long as this week's show Is here. Into the man'fl face. She was in JBBfc - s her white Summer drops made ot BhoW bunch of roses. She was "&'-fy' ' '' ' . so beautiful that people turned to 'jiiA- -'.-: - ' ".-, , ' - 'V '''?' ' frock held up above her ettlcoat SpP'-.''1 '" :Wk iffiftJk. . i'.' ''H a r.nd with her high heeled shoes f fl tripping along the. pavement Sud- V denly she mused a little on one About How Thing'. ' . ifc mt$&$S' iSBt?" the Moon Is Made, ' 4 J sldp. to let n butcher-boy pass, and A "' then Nick -aw th man whose at i.,wji V '-it. Beauty had been Imlrilnp It v as t K '''fjpt' '.- tho Beast but she ain't here at the present time because the show don't befe D '111 half past two The man made strange noises In his throat, which Nlak understood to be his manner of laughing. "Can you ghe me her private ad dress?" asked Bristles. "Not for quids," said the man "It's as much as my Job Is worth to give any lady's private addross." He took up the pot of beer and drained It to tho dregu, and Bald "Ah!" when he put it down again as though he felt better. "But I am her husband." said Bristles, "and this is her little boy." The fat man stared at Erotics and Nlckj as though he had just seen tbem for the first time. "Oh, you're Miss Vivian's 'us-hand,' 'us-hand,' aud that's 'er little boy? Weill now, oo'd ave thought It' Blest If It don't surprise me. though I 'ave grown old in the theatrical profession.' Bristles looked very angry Nick saw that hia mouth had tightened up. which was always a sign of Bristles being angry. "Look here, my man." ho said, "kindly give me Miss Vivian's address, ad-dress, and keep a civil tongue in your head." MM The fat man made queer noises in his throat again ' My orders is to give no audress to no one. Not even to 'usbandS in search of their wives. notVven to little boys in search of their mu-vers." mu-vers." Bristles turned on his heel, and -aid: "Come on. Nick. The nan is a fool." He went a little way out cf the ourtyard. but the fat man called after him: "A fool, am I? Well, there's other fools about, and 1 'avon't married on actress with a private address " Bristles took Nick s hand, and tlontl reatare Scrvlor. Inc Orrnt Brltxln Rur' Wick felt that his father's hand had suddenly gone cold. "Can't wo find Beauty, then?' said Nick. His voice trembled, and all the glory of the day departed de-parted Trom his spirit. If they couldn't rind Beauty everythlni would be spoiled. But Bristles reassured him. "We shall find her all rl'-;hl ' he euid "She is sure to con.-? to thf stak'- door before the matinee Let's go and got R bit or lunch. But while they were on their way back to tho Fleur dc :ys to g.-t this bit of lunch, a strange thing nappened. Bristles ..as still holding Nick's hand as they walked along, and suddenly Nick fflJt his band gripped so hard that he almost al-most cried out, and he was d ragged back into tho doorway of one of the old houses with window j that bulged out Into the street, lie saw that Bristles had became very white in the face, as if he alt Dli and his eyes had a frightened look In them. "(iood God!" said Bristles iu a queer voice. Just as ho said that Nick caught Bight of Beauty. She was walking Beauty was startled She was so startled that for a moment nt the sight of Nick she became as white In the face as the whiteness of her Summor frock. She save a little cry of "Nick!" and then stared round in a scared way. so that her oyos fell upon the face if Bristles looking out from the doorway It --eemed 0"i'c a long tlmo that the husband and wife stood looking nt each other, without with-out moving or speaking nny word Danvors stood on one side. He, too. had been startled by the sudden appearance of Nick liir. eyes also bad gone searching round until they had found the face or Bristles in the doorway Now he stood looking from one to another, stroking strok-ing his mustache In a careless way, .and hiding a little smile be neath his band. "God bless the child!" said Beauty at last. "Where did you spring from?" Sho stooped down to kiss him. and all the whiteness In her face i hanged to a deep rose-color. "We came in a train from Bat-tersea Bat-tersea Park," said Nick, "and Bristles and I have been searching for you everywhere" "Well, you have found me now," said Beauty. Bristles hod come slowly for- ward, and did not seem a bit glad v L to sec Beauty, though he had come CB such a long way to see her. He jM lifted his hat, and said: j "I am sorry I did not give you warning of my visit . Perhaps Nick and I oro in the v. a "Why should you be in the way"" asked Beauty, with an attempt at II gaiety, which failed rather when A her eyes wandered to Danvers, who still stood twisting up his pointed ! d mustache. fF U !ier glance Danvers ame forward for-ward and said. A How do you do Barton? It is curious that I should have come to ifl Canterbury and met your wife liko fl (hi- A delightful surprise.'' "Very curious, and very surprls-tnrr,' surprls-tnrr,' said Bristles. "Perhaps you will give nie an explanation as to what hiings you to Canterbury while my wife Is here?" IB ppoke very calmly and quiet- C ly, bul Nick knew by his lightened mouth that he was trying to hide il'j his anger. 'h Danvers shrugged his shoulders. ' The Cathedral is very beautiful." beauti-ful." he said, "and I have a devo- W ! j tion to Thomas a Becket." H Bristles turned his buck on Danvers. Dan-vers. and spoke to Beauty. "Nick and T have not had lunch ' t Have vou time to join in"1 ' "Yes " said Beauty. "Yes oi W. course" fi'l But Danvers stepped between Beauty and Bristles. j "I am sorry," he said, "but Mrs. Barton has promised to lunch with me. I therefore have a prior right" jf Bustles swung round and faced l-m Danvers, so that the two men looked into each other's eyes. j "Did I hear you say the word 'right'? asked Bristles very quietly. Yes," said Danvers. in regard o my wife?" asked Bristles H in regard to the lady who has 11 thi misfortune to bo vour wife," said Danveis very coolly What exactly happened afte thai Nick did not quite jee or un deratand. He only knew that al the world had changed for him. nil and that great forces which hail Iffil lurked behind the mystery of things suddenly leaped out. naked and ter-rible. ter-rible. transfiguring the man who Braa bis father, and the man whom he had called the Beast, and that all the happiness which had been in his heart, because he had come to meet Beauty, was suddenly emptied emp-tied ou: to make room for terror. As he remembered the scene af-terward. af-terward. as a boy and as a man, 1 in strange places and at many odd Ul times, In the days and nights, it was the picturo of Bristles raising HM a stick which flashed In the sun ll like a shining sword, and bringing Fnl It down with a swinging cut upon IfBI the head of the Beast, so that the til man s forehead was marked with li-Pl line of blood, and then of two LHd sticks clashing together until both wero broken, when Bristles ar.d the Beast struggled with each other, I swaying to and fro, ciutchlDg at each other's throats, striking with their fists, and then of several flg-ures flg-ures thrusting inwards from a crowded circle of staring faces, and tearing the two men apart, and lastly of Bristles standing very tall H and straight without his hat, with a bleeding gash down his left cheek. with his flats clenched, with his face as white as death, with his eyes burning like fires, while a lit- H tie crowd of men and women bent B orer the body of the Beast as it lfl lay very still upon the ground That was all Nick remembered until be lal alone with Beauty in a four-wheeled cab, with his face Lfl pressed against her body, which B7gS shaking with sobs. He romem-bersd romem-bersd 'hat she kept on crying ' God' O God!" and that her tears lf fell upon his face, and that be- hands claspod his very tlgiu. H" remembers now that he spfnt that night alone with Beauty, slcepir. in a Uttlo room with great oak beams across the celling, and in a hlg bed with curtains round It H He remembers also that he woke up several time In the night and that always he saw Beauty kneeling kneel-ing by his bedside with her hands outstretched, and her body shaking as though she were ffry cold Be H wag not awake enough to speak to 'B her, but only just awake enough to remember that something r r-rlble r-rlble had happened, and to be very BOrry for Beauty and Bristles, and I to cry himself to sleep again. In the morning when the sun t streamed through thf windows and I when he sat up in bed. wondering I for a moment to find himself iu the I strange room, until remembrance I came back on wlH wings, he was 1 frightened to find that Beauty had I gone away and that he w qoit 1 :( Continued on Next Page.) 1 Jffi X v7 3h of IJoirfll auaJ '?3p I 'Continued from Preceding Page) eV alone. Oo the j u 1 1 whh h lilm was a little white envelope. m addressed with a few words which bl couldn't read in Beauty's ICrmw- l ly handwriting, in pencil. Wm Presently Bristles came into tbfl room. lie was still very white in H the face, and there was a red mark down his left cheek When be I I found that Nick was alone in the J I room a queer, frightened look came B 1 into his eyes, and then-he saw the I ' little white envelope lying on the brd. He picked it up, while Nit k watched him wi'hout saying a w ord and turned it over and over In his I hand-, as though aftaid to open it But at last be unfastened it, and JJ after reading ,-i f m word let the envelope -fall to the carpet and stood there with his head drooping, 'and his hands clenched very tight. '"Where has Beauty gone'" asked I Nick Bristles raised his bead, and looked at Nick as ho eat up In bed. I There was a great pain in his eves, as though something had uurt him Tory bidly "Beauty ha? gone on tour again." ho Mid Then be sat down ou the bed and rowed servant said "Hush!" And then om sentence was spoken bv Polly which seemed to be even more frightful than the other word. "The poor master has got his de-i de-i n'o nicely and the custody of the child Oh, dearie Lord, to think that it should have come to a decree de-cree nicely!" "Well, as long as bo's got the custard y of the child.' said the borrowed servant in a voice that was louder than u whisper. "I don't see that he has lost very much. Thai woman is nothing but a creature." It was Polly's turn to say "Hush" and when she saw that Nick's eyei wore fastened upon her. she got very red in the face and began talking about tlx weat her Nick was quite sure that all these queer Htrorda had .something to do with Beauty, and that night when be went to bed Bristles was still hul up in his study be lay awake quite i long time, frying to pretend pre-tend that Beauty bad come Dack. and was only in the next room an'! presently would steal in to BOH ir he were asleep, and then scold him because his eyes were open. But suddenly there was a sharp pain in bis heart, where a little voice inside him said. "It's not a bit of ase pretending because Beaut has not come back, and then ho 8,1 led the corner of the pillow in hlj we 'aw, who fell in love witb an ass?" "Yes," said Bristles, and then he Kroaned and said. "My God, yes"' Nick ventured anotl or question. "Did you kill the Beast that day! You know when "No." said Bristles. "Sometimes I wish I had." 'I hen. a- tliniirli h had only Just noticed that It was Nick who was asking him these questions he gav a great start, and became very icte. and said. "God forglva me, I don't mean '.bat! Nick why do you ask such extraordinary questions?" "1 vant to know," said Nick. Brislles was silent after this., but every' now and then his eyes strayed over to the boy's face, a though wondering whether he was old enough to know. Bui he still kept ui tho pretence of Beaut being on tour, though A fng Horse, and Joan Darracott of the ground-floor flat was no longer wiser ''lan he about the grown-up world, because she knew nothing of the way in which mothers left their boy. He himself was different, differ-ent, because of the great secret, and of the mystery that lay behind it. It made him hide things from Bristles and Polly and Joan, so that olten he spoke things which he did not mean, and kept his real thoughts shut up In the little cup board of his brain. -'hy do you sit so still and quiet ii the drawing-room, Master NlCk?" said Polly "I am pretending to be on the magic carpet of Bagdad, traveling about the world. " answered Nick. But really he had stolen into tho dra wins-room not once but on many t'ays. because when the door was shut ami when he stooped W; it;- t 0 la; and the last of a row of six little cottages, all exactly the same, and all just as queer. Each ot them had a front sittingroom looking out to sea, and a back kitchen looking out to tiie river and the sand-dunes on t lie other side. Each of them had a front bedroom with a celling so low that Vri.-tb-s almost touched it with his bead when he stood up straight, and a back bedroom so small that Polly was always com plaining she could not swing a cat in It. though why she wanted to swlug a. cat in it Nick could never understand. Each cottage bad a small iront garden divided I - i : it f them, and while Polly was no. looking, kis-ed good-by to senseless sense-less articles, like the chair with the wide-embracing arms, and the hassock with two cars, and the sideboard with the laughing lions, whieh had been familiar to him since his eyes first opened to the world, and had been endeared to him. because he had so loved ai. "those things to which he had given separate characters and person alltiee. It seemed that his own nature was being broken to bit by this destruction of his little dwelling place, and for a time he hated Bristles' and Polly with a fierce and secret hatred, because . a mm After that she promised to plu a notice to the door with the nc:v address on it, so that if Beauty came back she would know where w to go Nick kept her to this promise, and after she had written out the addross of the cottage br tho sea, he wrote underneath, in the smallest printed letters he I could make: WM "Beauty, come back!" ! And after those words he put three crosses, which meant kisses h Wm it gave him 'omo contort when Polly nailed the notice to tho door. 9w with the heel of her shoe, but M mw when the four-wheeled cab came j and the last of the luggage was wJ piled on top, and be stood in th doorway of the empty flat while mwt Polly was calling for him down j heirm-, be gave a little whimpei of pain, like an animal hurt In i f trap, and in his heart there was mm &! y put hi arm round Nick and gave c terrible groan, as though the hurt in his m arl was more than he could bear j! CHAPTER VI I THE COTTAGE BY THE SEA. H T N the memory ot Nicholas Bar- I ton tho younger the change V from a top-floor fiat In Bat- tersea to a whitewashed cottage it I Barhampton took place suddenly, ' , after i day when the man who had w once been Bristles, and who was now Father, had come home with ifl j an awful look on his faco and bad SJ shut himself up in his study, and 3 not opened the door when Nick had Si knocked at it. It was the BdOio day 9 that Polly had put on a black satin 9 iy""" .I;, - n 1 had coir- out early In 9 ; a four-wheeled cab with Bristles and had come back again with In r faco all smudged with tears. In the jH kitchen where be was making a J pail way Btation with all his bricks 1 Kind some ot the dining room books, I unde-- the caie of a servant from Wi SUOther flat, lent out for tho ocea- jH slon, Polly had flung her arms roi:nd him and cried so that all her tears fell upon his head (he had to wipe bis hair afterward on the kitchen table-cloth), and kept say-ing, say-ing, "Oh, my poor poppet! Oh, my poor poppet'" as though something frightful had happened to him. tic had guessed at once that it had something to do with Beauty, who had never come homo again from being on tour, and although he pretended to go ou witb his railway station and was very busy with his bricks, he kept bis wide open to catch anything he could bear from the whispered conversation between Polly and tho borrowed servant. H They kept on repeating one word which ho had never heard before. It was the word "divorce. w which seemed to bo the frightful thing which had happened to him. because yvory time Polly mer.-tioned mer.-tioned it she wiped her eyeg again, and sold. "What's to become of ?hr WM boy. I really can't think." or some- I thing of that kind, until the bor- - mouth, so that no one should bear him crv out, "Beauty! Beauty!" nor hear the sons which shook his bed so that the brass knobs rattled No one would ever tell him what bad really become of Beauty, not Polly, who told him lies, quite dlf. ferent from each other, day by day, nor Bristles, who always said, "Beauty is on tour It is a very long tour, Nick, old man, and we must learn to do without her, If ws can ' "But I can't'" Nick had said, with howl of grief, and often he had cried. "I want my Beauty!' until onoda Bristles had shouted out quite sharply, " Don't! For God's sake, don't I can't bear it. Nick'" Then he himself bnd cried, aud the sight of Bristles crying Nlcic had noi believed till (hen Ibat any man could cry had been so fright pnlng. because the body of Bristles shook up and down, when be put his face down onto his arms which were stretched across the table, that Nick never cried out for Beauty again, except when he waj quito alone with Peter Rabbit, and the Rocking Horse and other private friends The nearest he could get to the truth about Beauty was when he asked Bristles a questiou sc suddenly that he was taken by surprise. Nick asked it very quietly, just as he might havo asked a question about how things work, or what the moon is made of, or why the staru only come alie a' night. "Is Beauty liko that fairy queen Nick had ceased to believe it. He did not understand that Nick s mind had grown bigger 6ince that day when they had gone to Cantcrbur. together He did not guess that this small boy, who still seemed a babf tellow, bad puzzled out many little facts and pieced thtm together, so that a shadowy torm of truth the truth about Beauty had been built up in bis lmagina-ntloti. lmagina-ntloti. Bristles had no idea that Nick had been searcbiug and groping in the darkness of this treat mystery of his life until with a flash of light it had been revealed re-vealed to him that the man whom he called a Beast had stolen Beauty away. And when Nick ceased to cry out for his mother, and didn't even mention her name. Bristles believed that he was gradually foi getting her, and that the agony of his childish grief had passed away It did not occur to him that Nick was hugging the memory of his mother in the so-cret so-cret hiding-places of his heart, and that the scent of her clothes in the wardrobe, the touch of the muff sie had lcTI behind, the sight of the paper-backed novels or which she had read so many, the association associa-tion of a thousand little things with Beauty, made him hungry for her. and gave him a great ache which noth ins could cure. Beauty's going away bad spoiled tho game of his lire. Nothing wa the samo as it had been. Even Peter Rabbit had a s;:d look, and ho ha i had his last ride on Rock- (C) IBtS', Interna' down to smell the faint seen! in the cushions of the sofa, Beauty seemed to come into the room, and wlien he shut his eyes be could tee her as clearly as eve.' he had seen her sitting tborc. with a book on her lap, and a lighted clgarettb between her fingerr and a teasing smile on her face. He would steal out of the room again, shutting the door very quietly, so as not to disturb this dream Beauty, and in the kitchen Polly ivould look up from her ironing iron-ing and say: "What big eyes you have got, aiy poppet'" Aud be would say: "I have been looking at all sorts of magic things." But he never told Polly, nor BrlstleSi nor even Joan Darracott. of how he saw Beauty and the tcasin- smile on her face. But now after that day when Bristles had shut himself up in his study and when Polly had come back from some mystery place In a black satin gown with her face smudged with tears, almost everything every-thing changed, as though by a wizard's wand, and the only things that did not change were Polly and Bristlei, and Peter Rabbit, and some of the old toys and the old furniture and the old books, which were transplanted from the top-tloor flat overlooking the tree-tops tree-tops I: Battersea Park to the whitewashed cottage looking out to the great, lonely sea. It was a queer little cottage. Ilonal Feature tfrrvie-. Ine. Great Britain Rlc Beast Struggled v with Each ' Other, Swaying fc yjk to and Fro, and Striking with j Their Fists. from its neighbor by a fonee so low thftt Nick could step across it. like Gulliver In the land of Lillipul, and at the end of each from garden gar-den was a wooden gate, not much bigger than a toy gate to a fair-sized fair-sized doll's bouse, and beyond that lay a patch of grass where donkeys don-keys browsed, and beyond that the broad sands where the children played, and beyond that the sea which reached to the end of thfc work', and to the hiding-place of the sua. When Bristles told Nick that they were going to leave the top-floor top-floor Hat, it seemed to Nick that the whole world was shattering benea.h his feet. And when some big men came, with beads of moisture on their brows, to take the furniture away, ho felt liko a cat whose home is being broken up by some domestic earthquake, known as "a move." He understood under-stood tnaf some of the "things," as Polly called these household friends, were going to be sold, and Nick wept inwardly for every ono hts UcerveI. they Kent these old friends packing, pack-ing, and superintended this breakup break-up pf the world with such callous cruelty. But more agonizing to him than the selling of tho furniture was the thought that this golne SWay from the top-floor flat meant (hat he would never see Beauty again. For wbeu she wanted to come back, how should she know where they were0 She would come to the door and knock, with that quick rat-tat-tat, followed by a dump, which she always gave to let people know that she was coming, and there would be no one to answer her, and presently the neighbors would tell her tha' Brislles and Nick had gone away, and she might search through the whole world and never find them This thought was so terrible to him that ho confessed it to Polly, and when he had told her, she put her hands up to her face and wept, and then said. "My poor poppet! My poor poppet!" a desolation and despair. Small as ho was. be knew by a Utile voice which tpoko in his brain, that he had loft forever in t,hat empty flat the spirit of the child whom j Beauty had loved, and the spim of Beauty for whom he mourned. When ho went down the stairs Id answer to Polly's cry of "Master Nick!" Bristles has gone to th- station in advance he was n'i longer a child, but a small bey with a big secret In bis heart Thn (hero had been the parking park-ing with Joan Darracott That also had torn at his bearl strings Foe loan and he had had many quarrels together, which had made them friends And h?. had beei glad of her teasing, though angr at tho time. And in her good moods, about once a week, she had been very nice and kind, tellh.g him all her secrets, and listening to all his new discoveries. "He would feel very lonely without the girl on the ground-floor flat, (To Be Continued.) E2H9 iBXrvS'BfiM uBEMEKI |
