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story for of the times Red Cross storybook by famous novelist serving in his Majesty's forces by various this LibriVox recording is in the public domain story for an impossible person by WB Maxwell Royal Fusiliers using the cat phrase people often said that General Sir John Beckford was a quite impossible person a brave soldier a true gentleman a splendid creature physically just so but rendering himself absurd and futile by notion so old-fashioned that they had been universally exploded before he was born a man who obstinately refused to move with the times who in manner costume and every idea belonged and seemed proud to belong to the past even his own relatives admitted the impossibility of him when at the age of 60 he gave effect to the most old-fashioned of all conceivable notions by marrying for love if an elderly widower with a little son of nine wants somebody to make a home and help to rear the child he should invite some middle-aged female cousin to come to his assistance but if he wants a charming attractive girl to renounce the joys in hopes of youth in order to soothe and gladden his dull remnant of years well he oughtn't to wanted and really it is not quite nice when he does Lady Jane Armitage and ancient aunt put this thought into very plain words and forced Sir John to listen to them a mistake not even a fair bargain what is Cynthia to get on her side a seed in a carriage a liberal dress allowance perhaps a few more loose sovereigns then she has been accustomed to carry in that silly little gold perseveres the idea of money said Sir John gruffly has never entered Cynthia's head perhaps not but what else can you offer her to hold your landing net while you do your stupid fishing to perform the duties of a nursery governess for Jack to enjoy the privilege of playing hostess when you entertain half a dozen other generals and they're from fish wives sir john echoed his aunts last adjective ironically yes said Lady Jane but I'm different I know I'm affront and your friends aren't aware of their misfortune no John I tell you frankly it isn't a fair bargain sir john bit his grey moustache ran a strong hand through his shock of grey air contracted his heavy brows and then laughed and shrugged his shoulders inexplicable to you on Jane well let's leave it at that but be kind to Cynthia all the same won't you save her from the other frumps and ceasing to laugh he stared at Lady Jane almost fiercely he was one of those men who consider it beneath their dignity to betray tender emotion and perhaps look sternest and most forbidding when they are feeling unusually soft and gentle at any rate he would not explain to his aunt that he believed the marriage to be an eminently fair bargain an old-fashioned exchange love for love as much love on the girls side as on his Lady Jane made no promise but she proved very kind indeed to her new niece endeavouring to find innocent amusement for pretty Cynthia acting as her chaperone watching over her and growing fonder and fonder of her she said that the young lady Beckford was a model wife and a pattern stepmother no one could have been more devoted to or wiser in her training of Master Jack now after five years the boy was ready to go to public school and during these long summer days a holiday tutor had been giving him final preparation ultimate crammed knowledge and topmost polish of tone and manners August had been spent at the beck ferdz country house in Devonshire and the early weeks of sep tember at their flat in Victoria Street Lady Jane approved of everything that concerned these arrangements except one thing she approved of the public school of the engaging of a holiday tutor of all the care ocean and forethought with which the little man was being launched from the home circle but she did not approve of the fact that Sir John had thrown the whole burden on Cynthia slender shoulders while he did his stupid salmon fishing 400 miles away in Scotland not quite fair to Cynthia leaving her all alone with a school boy and his tutor Lady Jane at considerable inconvenience ran down to Devon sure to cheer and enliven her came back to London and at worse inconvenience stayed there so as to be handy to act as companion chaperone advisory a lie whenever Cynthia wanted her but Cynthia wanted her scarcely at all and allowed for Lady Jane to perceive at last that uninvited companions are sometimes a tedium rather than a solace it was the last night of the holidays tomorrow master jack and his tutor would disappear from victoria street dinner had been ordered at an early hour and jack was scampering through his meal with excited swiftness one last treat had been arranged for him he was to be dispatched to a theatre presently in charge of George the footman I wish you were coming said Jack as he turned to mr. Ridsdale his eyes expressing eloquently enough the hero worship that is so easy to Kindle in young and Ingenuus hearts it would be scarcely polite said mr. Ridsdale for both of us to desert lady Beckford no said jack but I wish he'd come with us and turned to a stepmother won't you change your mind I really don't feel up to it jack I'm tired i've had a headache since the day before yesterday it might drive the headache away said Jack eagerly they say it's a tip top piece his stepmother and his tutor both smiled as they looked at his bright an animated face Lady Beckford smile was simply affectionate mr ridd stales was indulgent and patronizing arousing melodrama jack all noise and stamping yes cry jack enthusiastically murder and sudden death just what I like but not said mr ridd stay exactly indicated as a cure for a headache well if I can't persuade you and Jack turned to Yates the butler has George changed his things yes sir then I'll be off Jack pushed his plate away with a gesture that elegant mr. Ridsdale could not approve of it was too childish for a boy of 14 a little more polish required in spite of so much polishing goodnight and Jack kissed lady Beckford I shan't say goodnight to you mr. Ridsdale because you won't have turned in before I get back will you no I'll sit up for you said mr. Ridsdale smiling spoke with rather strained facetiousness I'll be waiting to hear how the heroin was extricated from her misfortune how the villain got scored off by the funny man and how virtue triumphs all around in the end there cut along your escort is waiting for you master Jack hurried gaily from the dining room and his boyish voice sounded for a few moments as he prattled to the footman then the hall door to the flat opened and shut and the two elders were left alone to finish at a dinner at leisure ah mr. Ridsdale drew in his breath with a little sigh and looked at his hostess spoke quietly and meditatively I know you often read people's thoughts but I wonder if you could guess what I'm thinking now I'll try if you like you were thinking that perhaps after all jack is too young still for the rough-and-tumble wife of a big school oh no said Mr Ridsdale carelessly jackal do all right they'll soon lick him into shape no and his tone softened then deepened though he was speaking almost in a whisper no I was thinking this is the last night of my my holidays possibly the last time I shall ever sit in this Pleasant room or see you wearing that beautiful dress or hear you playing classical music that I don't understand but love to listen to truly it seemed a pleasant room a remarkably pleasant room for a London flat the evening was just cold enough to justify a fire and small logs of wood in a basket great scent dancing flames to light up the panels of the walls electric lamps flashed brightly on silver and glass a golden basket of peaches and another of grapes made the table appear a symbolized announcement of ease luxury even of sumptuousness the butler moving to and fro so promptly and yet so sedately offered one delicate food and stimulating wine it was all very very pleasant pretty things were ever one glanced a mirror and a sculptured frame some blue and white china on a long shelf and seen faintly with the electric light just indicating their existence rows of handsomely bound books behind latticed class altogether what would be described in stage language as a charming interior any tutor accustomed to the hard seats and course fare of a school hall might feel regret at leaving such a room arivaca bleah and might long afterwards yearn to see again the pretty things that it contained but just now mr. Ridsdale was looking only at his hostess and he repeated the compliment about her dress I admire you and that more than in any of the others he said softly and rather sora flee because it is black i suppose it's quite old that men always like black dresses my husband does the dress was made of velvet with some silver decoration across the front of the bodice and it certainly appeared to be coming in at Cynthia Beckford looked very slim and young fair-haired but dark eyed naturally pale but with a rapid flicker of color a person of frank kind outlook a simple and truthful sort of person and yet with underlying depths of character or sensibility that proved astoundingly interesting to the few people who had studied her closely Frenchman would describe her beauty such as it was as belonging to the order that slowly troubles rather than quickly fascinates but I'm not like the general said mr. Ridsdale I admired that black dress not any black dress he said it with a perceptible insistence quietly but obstinately as if conscious of subtle values in his own taste and unwilling that it should be confounded with the ordinary likes and dislikes of another person even though that person whereas worthy and respectable as his temporary employer mr. Ridsdale was a good-looking man of thirty tall and thin of easy carriage and elegant manners boys big and small among whom he had passed the better part of his life always looked up to him and sometimes adored him as a perfect type of school trained manhood and girls too were frequently subjugated by his charms he was the sort of man who was not as a rule dreaded by other men as likely to prove a dangerous rival and yet one might well suppose that in certain circumstances he would be dangerous for instance if paying slow and unhindered court to a foolish and otherwise neglected woman the dark eyes the smooth silky voice the insidious flattery of its softening tones might all be effective in a protracted attack on feminine foolishness of a certain age tomorrow he said dreamily tomorrow almost today and he sighed as he took a peach from the gold basket Yates the butler had put cigarettes and matches on the table and was about to leave the room when the outer bell rang shrilly and sharply who can that be said Ridsdale looking up a visitor oh do tell him to say you're not at home the butler paused waiting for instructions it can't be a visitor said Cynthia Beckford some tradesmen's messenger it may be old lady jane she wouldn't come so late as this I don't know said Ridsdale eagerly she comes at all hours with your headaches she would bore you to death he leaned forward in his chair and spoke very softly and remember my last evening youyou promised that you would play to me Cynthia Beckford hesitated a moment and then told the butler that she not at home yes m'lady not at home to anybody know the flicker of color showed in her pale cheeks as she added explanatory Lee to ridsdale it can't be anybody of importance mr. Ridsdale SAT listening then he got up and spoke with an impatience that he did not attempt to conceal that Fool has let someone in a man yes a man's heavy footstep in the hall in a man's voice loud and assured not making polite inquiries but issuing Curt directions I have left my tackle and luggage at Euston get a cab presently and go and fetch it take this ticket yes sir john her ladyship is in the dining room open the door then Cynthia Beckford ran across the room to meet her husband but encumbered with a handbag and a travelling rug he was not able at once to accept her welcoming embrace well Cynthia my dear ridsdale my dear fellow how are you but where is Jack general Beckford put his hand bag on a chair by the sideboard dropped his rug upon the floor and coming to the table took master Jack's vacated see we have sent him off to a theatre said Cynthia with George I'd no idea that you were coming home of course OIC gone to the play with George we were all three going said Mr Ridsdale but Lady Beckford had a headache so I strongly advised her to stay at home and he smiled rather fortunate or you would have had a double disappointment it would have been my own fault and the general smiled too I ought to accentuate telegram Cynthia what has brought you back so unexpectedly impulse fish not rising Astrid still no wretchedly poor sport so this morning I suddenly made up my mind that I'd had enough of it and that home sweet home was the place for me well well what about the home news Cynthia Beckford was instructing Yates as to her husband's dinner but the general declared that he had eaten all he wanted in the Train I can't call it dinner and he laughed good-humouredly but nothing more thank you unless perhaps a biscuit and a whiskey and soda now sit down don't let me disturb you go on with your dessert ridsdale and then I'll join you in a cigarette if my lady permits us and he bowed to his wife with the antiquated air of courtesy that always seems so odd in these free and easy times they SAT together talking of Jack's health is progress his future career and mr. Ridsdale was able to speak most favorably of his pupils prospects capital said the general I'm enormously indebted to you Ridsdale you seem to have done wonders but I knew you would I knew the boy was in good hands see much of Aunt Jane yest his wife abruptly yes Cynthia was looking at the painted decoration on her dessert place and she answered slowly yes Aunt Jane was with us at Linton for a fortnight quite a fortnight I know but I mean after that she is in London isn't she then Cynthia smilingly confessed that the long fortnight in Devonshire had exhausted the attraction of Lady Jane society and that she had lately avoided it she is too kind for words but Cynthia looked at her husband deprecating Lee dear Aunt Jane can be rather boring the general laughed tolerantly no companion for you she belongs to another generation his bushy eyebrows contracted and his voice became grave my generation we old folk are poor companions she doesn't belong to your generation Cynthia flushed and her lips trembled she put out her hand and laid it on her husband's arm you are the best of companions a companion that I have missed dreadfully their general Beckford laughed gaily did you hear that Ridsdale that's the sort of thing we old chaps like even if we aren't being enough to think we deserve it leave that where it is Yates Yates was about to remove the handbag and take it to his master's room there he could sir john and you can go to houston now no hurry take a bus yes sir John smoking permitted and the general bowed again to his wife light your cigarette Ridsdale no I mustn't have any coffee on top of whiskey and soda the little group at the table SAT comfortably enough and talked lightly and easily but somehow the presence of general Beckford had destroyed the graceful charm of the room he looked too big too rough and shaggy for his delicately pretty surroundings his gray hair was rumpled and unbrushed after the journey his coarse gray suit suggested wild moorlands and brawling streams his whole aspect was savagely picturesque rather than neatly refined no contrast could have been greater than that offered by the smooth well brushed nicely polished young man who SAT opposite to him on the other side of the small round table the electric light shone upon mr. rids Dale's black cloth and black silk his stiff white shirt and soft white waist get his jeweled buttons his pearl studs his butterfly tie his white hand fingering a cigarette tube his smooth forehead and his sleek hair plastered and brushed back with studious art and infinite care he seemed elegant shapely even beautiful when you compared him with his travel-stained unkempt host all the charm had been banished by the newcomer it was another room now and the ugly handbag on the distant chair seemed like an aggressive symbol of proprietorship it seemed to be saying that although one might wish the general at the deuce one could not ask him to go there because in sober fact the room belonged to him yet to an understanding I there was something Noble and night like about the man the ruggedness seemed blended with a certain fine simplicity and even the old-fashioned tricks of manner and speech by removing him from a commonplace mode of the hour served to stimulate an effort to get at the man's real character certainly no Posey a direct straightforward creature on reflection one might perhaps that a young romantic girl whose imagination had been fired by the splendor of his fighting life his deeds of daring and so forth could quite conceivably be cajoled into giving her untried heart to him one more question Cynthia the conversation had languished while the general huffed at his second cigarette how's the music have you been assiduous in your practice yes I've played nearly every evening mr. Ridsdale was conscious of an irksome constraint to accompany and three are none deciding to leave the husband and wife together he pushed back his chair and got up but the general would not let him go oh no no he said sit ye down my dear fellow then to his wife if the headache isn't too bad play something this evening run over your latest studies bit stale and I will follow you directly Cynthia Beckford Rose obediently and turned towards the drawing-room door her husband reached the door before mr. Ridsdale could get to it and he held it open for her bowing low as she passed out there he had switched on the light in the other room and he stood in the doorway watching her now to light our ears with your deft touch lady Beckford seated herself at the piano and began to play a plaintiff and dreaming Prelude by Bach beautiful your hand has not lost its cunning now go on playing and don't think me uncool aunt if for a few minutes I closed the door a word or two with Ridsdale on business but we shall hear you even through the door then he gently and as if regretfully shut the drawing-room door and came back to the table richdale and there was an apologetic tone in the generals lowered voice that wasn't quite honest of me a ruse I asked her to play the piano because I didn't want her to disturb us and I didn't want her to hear what we were saying oh really Ridsdale smiled and glanced at the closed door a confidence I may trust you may and I of course in huh but that goes without saying I have trusted you so greatly already haven't I the boy to consign him to your guidance well you know what he is to me I couldn't have better shown the faith I had in you you're very kind general I've done my best with him exactly but well this isn't about the boy it's about myself I am in trouble really I wasn't honest either in my explanation of why I came hurrying home no Ridsdale it wasn't a sudden Caprice I had serious reasons for coming Oh had you yes I am in great trouble and the general looked at Ridsdale keenly as if seeking in his impassive face some expression of sympathy or encouragement then he dropped his eyes and paused before he continued speaking I wonder if I ought to tell you yes I will you are one of ourselves we have made you one of ourselves something more than an acquaintance a friend huh yes I'll tell you the whole thing well I'm all attention thank you from the other room came the sound of Cynthia's plaintive melody and have consciously listening to it the general seemed to have transferred its wistful cadence to his own voice his manner had changed completely he looked preternaturally grave and sad as he SAT frowning at the tablecloth and tracing a small circle of its pattern with a strong brown finger while he murmured his story no Ridsdale what brought me home was a letter a warning letter about my wife before you tell me any more may I say this as a schoolmaster I often have to deal with anonymous letters and my experience has convinced me that the only thing to do with them is just to chuck them into the just so but this wasn't an anonymous letter no no the writer is a tried friend a person of my own blood I have the letter in my pocket here but I wouldn't bother you to read it the warning conveyed was simple enough it amounted to this I was too guard my wife carefully if I did not want to risk losing her because a man was attacking my peace and honor oh I say mr. Ridsdale spoke indignantly it would be an insult to lady Beckford not to treat such a communication with the absolute contempt and but my dear Ridsdale said the general sombrely it is the communication that i have always prepared myself to receive that i have been expecting to receive at any hour in the past few years nothing said mr. Ridsdale firmly would persuade me to suspect lady Beckford of oh no no of course not please leave her out of it I'm not thinking of her I'm thinking only of myself the attempted blow to me oh you shouldn't for one moment believe why not said the general sadly when is vain but there are limits to one's vanity one hopes just at first perhaps but later one begins to think and to understand you know with Cynthia and me it was a convenient marriage although it wasn't a marriage of convenience indeed no I know that well regard and more than regard entered into it but there was the difference of years at my age one has not the adaptability of youth one cannot change one ways even if one wishes to so I foresaw that with marriage of that sort a crisis sooner or later comes well our crisis has come I I am sure you are mistaken you heard what she said about Lady Jane boring her well I bore her recently she has shown a plainly in fact that is why I went away not to give myself but to give her a holiday my good sir said mr. Ridsdale earnestly almost irritably I can assure you she has spoken of you every day in the most affectionate terms regretting your absence saying how she missed you and so on has she said the general with a sigh that may have been from a sense of duty contrition remorse pity for the old fogey presence good but weary her he got up went to the drawing-room door and opened it Thank You Cynthia charming don't stop playing please go on and he shut the door again ridsdale rising from the table also had gone to the fireplace he pulled out a cambric handkerchief and rub the palms of his hands with it then he put his hands in his pockets and standing with his back to the fire turned towards the general politely attentive to if not cordially sympathetic with the generals doubts and fears now look here Ridsdale that's all about it I've given you the facts and I asked you to help me delighted but how could I possibly help me to find the man why I don't believe he exists oh yes he does did your friend to give you no hints of any kind none whatever ah just what I thought believe me at some ridiculous misapprehension no my informant is not a fool or a person who supposes that I am lightly to be trifled with the generals Manor had changed again the sadness had gone from his eyes and the wistfulness from his voice pride was the note that sounded now in the carefully suppressed voice he squared his big shoulders threw back his massive head and indeed looked somebody who would be extremely unlikely to be trifled with either by chance acquaintances or old friends I am a soldier and I think as soldiers used to think in the bygone days when we were taught that we ought to harden our thoughts until they become as undeviating as instincts if I'm called upon to guard and defend something placed in my charge the thought of what to do is an instinct to go out and meet the danger halfway the safest method of defense is to deal promptly with the enemy that threatens now where is the enemy help me if you can his name has been withheld from me for obvious reasons and the general snorted scornfully I am advised to be moderate to avoid a scandal it was a woman who wrote to me it was Lady Jane and he gave another snort she didn't want to make mischief as she calls it and she implores me not to be old-fashioned but I am old fashioned I'm not ashamed of it either so old fashioned that when I have found my man I shall force him to give me satisfaction a duel yes mystery Ridsdale laughed deprecating Lee that's all very well but really sir john you can't put back the clock quite so far as that this is 1912 not 1812 you know i don't care whether it is or it isn't though he did not raise his voice the general spoke with so much intensity that Ridsdale started that may be but Sir John you don't easily get other people to share your opinions I'll get him to share them and that'll be enough for me Ridsdale you're not a woman you needn't take your cue from Lady Jane and urge moderation at least you can guess at what I'm feeling yes but I think without cause quite without cause this century or the last it must be the same code when things do er than life are at stake that's how I feel so you may guess if i'll follow the mode of 1912 and seek aid from a private detective office or ask for reparation in a court of law no I'd never suggest that you should what I beg you what your best friend of either sex would beg you is not to do anything rash not to excite yourself needlessly and truth general Beckford was exciting himself his voice vibrated harshly one could see the immense effort required to keep it at its low pitch he stared and glared shook his shaggy hair and looked all together like some gray old lion who had been brought to Bay in a cruel hunt and was ready to spring up on his closest tormenters alright Ridsdale but help me don't preach to me there I swear I'll do nothing without thought I have thought I have thought it all out bring me face to face with my enemy I answer for the rest now is he we don't know so many people she and I helped me to run over their names or better still use your brains on my behalf she has been more or less under your observation lately you must have seen her comings and goings the people she was in touch with have you observed anything suspicious no nothing whatever some too attentive visitor no it doesn't matter the general shook his gray Maine and paced to and fro I'll find him unassisted and he stopped abruptly Ridsdale so surely as I stand here I'll find that man and compel him to satisfy me rich still drew out the cambric handkerchief and passed it across his forehead then he laughed lightly general please forgive me for laughing but really when anyone is so carried away by excitement well you yourself will laugh tomorrow when you remember the wild things you have said in your excitement you think that the fellow perhaps isn't a gentleman and that he may try to refuse I think that whether he is a gentleman or not he will certainly refuse to break the law of the land at your bidding yes but I'm prepared and the general smiled grimly and spoke with a kind of a sly triumph I shall ignore his refusal I shall put a pistol into his hand and make him fight oh I doubt it an unloaded revolver Ridsdale don't you see I'll give him an unloaded revolver with six cartridges I'll have the same myself and I'll begin to load when he sees me load he'll know that he must do something if he means to save his skin when he sees me load my weapon he'll load his weapon too I shall watch him as a cat watches a mouse if he raises his arm up goes mine if he fires I fire we bang at each other at the same moment impossible why impossible if I get him alone he can't help himself he'd treat you as a madman give you in charge to the nearest policeman oh no he wouldn't I get between him and the or apart from the fact that it would be murder if you succeeded you wouldn't succeed I should you don't know how the pressure of immediate peril quickens people's movements point by point I press him down the line I meant him to take it's so simple not a weak spot in the infallible logic of the thing the clock would be put back as rapidly as if destiny moved its hands ridsdale laughed again very lightly look here said the general eagerly try it you don't understand what I mean let me show you what I mean acted with me acted I don't follow rehearse it let me show you how it works we'll go through it point by point and if you can show me a weak spot I'll thank you with all my heart as he spoke eagerly and enthusiastically but still almost in a whisper the general had hurried across to the chair that held his ugly leather bag see here he had opened his bag and the electric light flashed upon the bright metal of a pistol here another one and the light flashed again a revolver for him and for me now help me to reverse the trick here take your weapon you see it's open at the breach he had come to the fireplace and was offering one of the two revolvers mr. Ridsdale hesitated about taking it really you know general I doubt if I ought to encourage you in catch hold you're not afraid of firearms are you and the general smiled no of course not mr. Ridsdale took the pistol and the general heard across the room to the door that led into the hall watch me carefully he whispered I am walking this door for the second time the aspect of the pleasant comfortable room had altered the prettiest things in it looked ungraceful grim forbidding its atmosphere even the air one breathed was different what was happening in the room seemed dreamlike grotesque quite unreal and this sense of unreality involved one's perception of the material unaltered world outside the room the sounds of music voted towards one as if from an immeasurable distance but probably the queer notion of unsubstantial AT&T objects was directly caused by the strangeness and oddness of the generals antics he was no longer himself he was a person acting apart as it would be acted on a brilliantly lighted stage see he whispered as he came creeping back toward the other bag I have maneuvered you into the worst possible position I have cut you off from escape that door is locked this door i guard one could hardly hear one's heart beating above the far-off ripple of the music watch me said the general never take your eyes off my hands see here are six cartridges and I put them down so on your side of the table he stepped back swiftly and cautiously see here are six cartridges for me on my side of the table and he sprang away to his old post in front of the drawing-room door it is all fair play I give as good a chance as I take myself we stand at equal links from our ammunition you follow it all don't you you catch my meaning mr. Ridsdale staring at his empty revolver nodded very well now if you value your life prepare to defend it see I am going to load the generals acting was rather good deriving stimulus from his natural emotions he achieved some fine artistic effects his flushed face his bent browse his fierce attitude and swift movements indicated the determination of implacable wrath and Ridsdale to represented his assumed character well enough his cheeks were livid his breath came gasping Leigh the hand that carried the revolver should perceptibly altogether an excellent simulation of surprise apprehensive doubts if not of Craven fear won the general had crept to the table taken a cartridge and was slipping it into the chamber there he whispered automatic you have done it too I told you so wait lift your hand at your peril my turn to ridgedale copying the general slight movement was loading as the general loaded three that's it three left when you take the last step back I'll not raise my arm till you are back on the hearth I swear it for the music had ceased button either of them noticed in a silence broken only by the sound of panting respirations they loaded the fifth and sixth cartridges and simultaneously sprang away from the table now the general had been the quicker his arm was up now answer me the ferocity in the hissing words was terrible to hear are you the man I upon my word I don't understand such folly you blackguard this is not acting the concentrated passion behind the words seemed to send forth waves that struck one's beating heart with flame and ice now answer me or so help me god I'll shoot you then the drawing-room door opened the general instinctively dropping his arm and turning shouted at his wife go back go back I tell you there was ablaze as if all the electric lamps had exploded and a crash that seemed to shake the walls then again came the flash and the roar mr. Ridsdale had fired twice for a moment the room was full of smoke then the dusty cloud Rose grew thin the lamp light shining unimpeded showed general Beckford still upon his feet standing Square and erect with Cynthia desperately clinging to his breast what's this said the general loudly and sternly has a smoke blinded you Cynthia why have you come to me your place is not here go to your lover's arms but she clung to him closer she was stretching her tender figure to its fullest height trying to cover his limbs with her limbs his face with her face madly straining to make a shield of trembling flesh large enough to Tim from danger the coward she wailed the miserable coward he shot at you when you weren't looking he tried to kill you then get out of the way said the general and let him try again can't you see how your hampering him this is his chance and yours don't spoil it let him set you free but Cynthia only trembled sobbed and clung very well and the general laughed harshly we have been interrupted and my opponent must kindly understand that his chance is gone Cynthia do you hear he won't shoot again now stop whimpering and answer me yes I want to tell you everything is this man your lover no no but he has endeavored to be yes then why has he remained here I was afraid to send him away why what are you afraid of you I thought if you knew you'd do something dreadful it was curious but it seemed as if suddenly these two the husband and the wife were quite alone if the man they spoke of had been swept a thousand miles from the room they could not have disregarded him more completely than they did now Cynthia had linked her hands round the general snack she was looking up into a stern unflinching eyes her voice was strong and clear as she answered each question when did he first insult you two days ago but you knew what he meant before that no i didn't i knew he admired me and i thought it rather amusing but i never dreamed he would dare and then when he did dare i thought if you heard or guessed it would be too dreadful I blamed myself yes I blamed myself but I thought it was only two days and then he be gone forever with no fuss and no scandal my darling don't you believe me is there nothing else to tell the general was glaring down into his wife's eyes before God that is all oh don't you believe me before God I do very gently sir john released himself from the clinging hands held one of them for a moment then bowing ceremoniously kissed it mr. Ridsdale his manner was perfectly calm as he turned to the ignored guest and he spoke quietly but heavily with an old-fashioned style of humor that was too pompous to be quite successful my wife called you a coward just now but honestly I could not apologize if she had called you a fool as well those are blank cartridges that we have been playing with oh yes it would have been dangerous otherwise but I'm always careful in fact when I have to deal with a gentleman of your kidney I'm almost as afraid of firearms as you are yourself and apropos the hall door is open I didn't really lock it mr. Ridsdale silently crossed the room then good night to you Yates will be back directly and when he has packed your things where shall he take them I say the thumb pancreas hotel and I may send your check to that address thank you good night end of story for story five of the times red cross story book by famous novelist serving in his Majesty's forces by various this LibriVox recording is in the public domain story 5 the veil of flying water by Theodore goodridge Roberts first Canadian Expeditionary Force One in those days an active man could not keep on friendly terms with everybody if he acted honestly by his own clan or his own village he was sure to be in bad odor with some other clan or tribe so it was with walking moose a young chief of that clan of the mellah seeds that had a white salmon for its totem this walking moose was chief of a sub tribe that had its habitation and hunting grounds far to the west within 20 miles of the source of old Wallace took here the great river beloved of Glooscap and his children which advances seaward so placidly throughout the latter half of its course dashes between walls of rock and gloomy curtains of spruce trees that cling with brown exposed roots that suggest the gripping fingers of giants rapids of twisting green and writhing white clang and shout in its narrow Valley here and there are amber pools and green like Eddie's here and there a length of shallows that flashes silver and gold at noon and here is that roaring place where the river leaps a sheer fall of 30 feet in one unbroken white curve the veil of flying water this is a rough country full of shaggy forests and broken hills alive with game and Swiftwater alive with fish and in the days of walking moose the Mohawks had their black lodges of undressed hides close to its western borders the Mohawks were the age-old enemies of the mallas eats before walking moose grew to manhood and power the peace-loving mallas eats had been content to flee down river and seek the protection of the larger villages whenever word came to them that the Mohawks contemplated a raid walking moose was not content to flee periodically from his good grounds however and so the enmity of the Raiders became bitter against him walking moose hemmed three sides of his village with a tangle of fallen trees the river kept the fourth side locked the upper and outer branches of these prostrate trees to within three or four feet of the trunks and sharpened the ends and hardened them with fire also he dug pits and covered them with brush and set up many sharp posts in unexpected places these things were good but walking moose was not satisfied he brought 20 families from one of the more sheltered villages built lodges for them within his defenses and gave them equal rights of hunting with the older villagers during that summer the Mohawks came three times and three times they went away without so much as a scalp or a back load of smoked salmon during the winter walking mooses men were busy in making shields and weapons and late in March when the depths of snow were covered with a tough crust a war party of the people of the white salmon went swiftly to the westward and fell upon and destroyed a village of the Mohawks but the only men who died at the hands of the victors were those who fell fighting no prisoners were made on that occasion the women and children were not harmed the lodges and storehouses were spared only the weapons of the Warriors were taken we do not want your food and furs said walking moose for we have plenty of our own we do not want your women for we have better women of our own then he returned to his own country with the victorious warriors at his heels some of these warriors had to be drawn on toboggans a few remain behind their spirits sped to even finer hunting grounds than those of their Nativity walking mooses first raid into the land of the Mohawks made a deep impression on that warlike people history contained no record of any previous outrage of the kind in the old old days Glooscap had smitten the Mohawks on more than one occasion so tradition said but to be smitten with magic by a god and victoriously invaded by mallas eats worm is merchants of a very different nature the Warriors were furious and the insulting fact that walking moose had left their lodges standing there storehouses full and their families beside them added to their fury they bandaged their wounds put their dead away and sent the only uninjured man of the village to carry the outrageous news westward and raised a war party but worse than this was planned hawken the tree the daughter of the chief of the defeated village brooded darkly over the scornful words of walking moose his gaze had been upon her face when he had said we do not want your women for we have better women of our own yes his gaze had been fair upon the face of hawk in the tree and she was the woman whom three great Chiefs wanted in marriage many warriors had fought for and long tongue had made songs about she sat in her father's Lodge and thought of the words of the young malice eat and recalled the look in his eyes her slim hands were clasped tightly in her lap her small sleek head was about D merely and her beautiful eyes were upon the beaded hem of her skirt of dressed moose I'd a tender pink shown in her dusky cheeks her red lips were parted in a faint smile but there was no mirth in her vein and angry heart walking moose was unmarried all his thoughts were given to the pursuit of power of power for himself and his tribe he was great in the chase and greater in the warpath his mind and hand were at once subtle and daring though he forgot the words he had said about the women of the mohawk village he remembered everything else that he had said and done on that expedition and so he suspected that the enemy would strike back before long with all their strength and cunning he sent Swift runners downriver with word of his raid and victory these returned after five days with a band of daring young Braves from the more sheltered villages of the tribe adventurous spirits who were attracted by the promise of warfare against the Mohawks under a successful leader walking moose welcome to these reinforcements cordially it was not until all the snow was gone from the hills and the ice from the river that the Mohawks returned walking mooses call they had planned their arrival for the dark hours between midnight and Dawn but the centuries brought word of their approach to walking moves and so it happened that instead of their finding him in his own Lodge he found them in a little Valley 2 miles distant from the village by dawn all the invaders had vanished save those who had lost command of their legs and the mallas eats had vanished from the little valley also on the trail of the retreating Mohawks they followed that trail all day and half the night and at last overtook and made an end to that war party one young man escaped one whose lungs were stronger than his heart he carried word of the disaster throughout the Mohawk country spring passed and summer came the village of which walking moose was chief enjoyed quiet and security the Warriors of the white salmon carried on their fishing in all the Swift brooks and rivers but they kept their shields and war clubs beside them and far-sighted runners were on guard in the hills day and night in the Mohawk country quiet reigned also but it was a sinister brooding quiet big Chiefs met and parted only to meet again rage gnawed them but they were afraid to strike openly at the strong village of the malleus eats about this time Hawkin the tree spoke to her father standing modestly before him with her glance cast down at her beaded moccasins the strength of that village is all in the head and heart of walking moose she said it is so replied the chief then if death should find him what death returned her father testily the medicine men have been questioned in this matter you are but a squaw my child and cannot see the truth of these things true I am but a squaw returned Hawkin the tree modestly but will not my father tell me the words of the medicine men so the chief told her what the Wise Ones of the nation had said about what he did not know that as usual they're wise words were nothing more than a clever fiction to mystify the warriors and retain the awe of the lady for the dark arts to soothe the injured pride of the Chiefs they had said that the prowess of walking moose was due to magic that he could not be killed in battle or by the spilling of blood or by fire that starvation only could kill him and that within bowshot of his own village it was a clever invention no wonder the chiefs and warriors were puzzled and impressed to be starved within bowshot of his own village repeated Hawkin the tree reflectively then he must first be caught and bound then hidden in a place where his warriors cannot find him it is so replied the chief hawk in the tree drew him into the lodge the scornful words and heedless glance of the mallas each were hot and clear in her memory she talked to her father for a long time he smiled sneeringly at first but after a while he began to nod his head to walking moose did not devote all his time in the summer months to catching and smoking of salmon and trout he wandered about the country and seeming idleness but in reality his brain was busy with ambitious plans and always his eyes were open and his ears alert he did not expect another attack from the Mohawks before the time of the Hunter's Moon but he continued to place his outposts far and near and to visit them at unexpected moments though his village had doubled in size within the year and leptin to fame he was not satisfied he wanted to drive the Mohawks far to the westward and break them so that they would never again venture into the fringes of the mallas each country and he dreamed of the day when all the scattered clans and villages of the mallas eats would name him for their head chief one morning in July he followed the edge of Willis dukes rocky Valley for a distance of about five miles above the village then clambered down the bank and crossed the brawling stream for this point old Willis Duke the father of malice eat Rivers was no more than a lively brook beneath the father bank was a flat rock and an amber pool he laid aside his shield and bow and reclined on the rock to dream his ambitious dreams so he lay for an hour and the sunlight slanted in upon him and gilded his dreams suddenly walking mu sprang to his feet and turned his shield on his left arm and his bow in his right hand his glance flashed to the overhanging fringe of spruce branches above his head he saw a girl's face looking timidly out and a pair of dark eyes gazing shyly down upon him he did not know the face it was not that of any girl of his own village what do you want he asked watchful for some sight or sound to betray the presence of some hidden menace hawken the tree answered him in his own town for she had learned it from a prisoner when she was a child until recently the Mohawks had never lacked opportunity of acquiring the malleus each language I sometimes fish in that pool chief but I will go away and fish somewhere else she replied modestly do not go he said come down and fish here if you want to the pools of the river are free to all honest mallas eats without more ado the girl crawled forward turned and slid down to the flat rock beside walking moose in her left hand she held a short coil of transparent fish line made from the intestines of some animal her small face was flushed she stood beside walking moose with downcast eyes the young man gazed at her with frank interest you are a stranger he said you do not belong to my village she met his glance for a second have you ever seen me before chief she asked I am Not sure he replied puckering his brows and reflection but I know that you do not live in my village you do not look like those young women they are a more pleasant of appearance perhaps he smiled at that perhaps you say the truth but I think your cheeks are pink lura your eyes brighter than the young women I know the girl turned her face away from him I must fish she said else my poor old grandfather will go hungry walking moose feeling an interest that was new to him and prompted by a little devil that had never troubled him before dropped his bow and put out his hand and took the coiled Fitch line from the girl their fingers touched and he was astonished at the thrill which he felt you must tell me who you are and where you come from he said and his voice had a foolish little break in it this vocal tremor was not lost on the girl I belong to a small village on the great river three days journey from here she said my old grandfather is my only friend his name is never sleep because of his sharp tongue he became disliked by the people of the village and so we journeyed to this place and built a little hidden Lodge never sleep is very old and spends all his days and brewing healing liquors from roots and barks it is my work to keep the pot boiling walking moose was impressed you are a good girl to take care of your old grandfather he said but why have you not brought him into my village to dwell the noises of the village disturb him she replied and though his heart is kind his tongue is bitter he fears no one when he is angered and rushes out of his Lodge and calls people terrible names he fears a great chief no more than a giggling Papoose the young man smiled then it is well that he should continue to live and quiet he said but you have not told me your name he added she glanced at him swiftly and as swiftly away again and the glow deepened in her cheeks my name is poor and unknown she said it is for mighty chieftain such as walking moose to give names to their people at this walking moose who planned greatness and fought battles without disturbing a line of his thin face looked delighted and slightly confused sit down he said while I catch some fish for you and your grandfather and while I am fishing I may think of a name for you the girl sat down smiling d merely walking moose uncoil to the transparent line placed a fat grasshopper on the hook and cast it lightly upon the surface of the pool he stepped close to the edge of the rock and with his right hand advanced flicked the kicking bait artfully the Sun was in front of him so his shadow did not fall upon the pool suddenly there was a movement in the amber depths as Swift as light and next instant the grasshopper vanished in a swirl of bubbling water the line held taught cut the surface of the pool and a half circle like a hissing knife blade the line was strong and in those days men fished for the pot and gave little thought to the sport so walking moose pulled strongly to judge the resistance then took a lower hold with his right hand and gave a quick and mighty jerk on the line the big trout came up like a bird described a graceful curve in the sunlight and descended smack upon the rock he was dispatched in a moment by a blow at the base of the head there is a fine trout for your cooking pot said walking moose boyishly delighted with his success now I'll see if there is another in the pool but you have not made a name for me yet said the girl true replied the young man catching fish is easier he looked shyly at the girl than very steadily at the gleaming dead trout you are like a trout he said with hesitation you are bright and slender and the beads on your skirt are red and blue like the spots along the trout side I might name you beautiful trout or little trout but your eyes he paused and glanced at her uncertainly she did not return his glance but SAT with her head bent and her hands clashed loosely in her beaded lap her hair into dusky braids was drawn in front of her slender shoulders and hung down her breasts they are not like a trout's he said no they are not at all like the eyes of a fish what are they like she asked her voice small and shy walking moose fiddled with the line in his fingers and shuffled his feet uneasily how should I know I cannot see them but you have seen them can't you remember I remember they're like like things that have never been seen by any man alive for they are like Black Stars the girl laughed and the sound was like the music of thin water flittering over small pebbles is walking Musa poet as well as the Conqueror of the Mohawks that he makes a fool of a poor young woman with talk of black stars she asked turning her gaze full upon him for a moment with a look of tender mockery his heart expanded then twitch twitch was grateful to his vanity but it was disturbing to hear he had been talking to a girl and fancying a trout when his mind should have been intent on plans against the enemy he felt ashamed of himself what would be the end of his good fighting and great dreams if he spent any more time in such foolishness I am NOT a poet he said a man who pushes his shield between the lodges of the Mohawks has no time for the making of songs already his air was preoccupied hawken the tree noticed this or for the making of names chief she said I do not wonder that your mind is uneasy and that fear tingles in your heart for the Mohawks are mighty enemies walking moose stared at her then smiled yes they are mighty against those who run away he said the hair that jumps from the fern strikes as much terror in my heart as all the Mohawks who stand in moccasins he laughed softly gazing down at the amber water of the pool but I have a name for you he added shining star is your name in my country then he put the line into her hand took up his bow and shield and crossed the stream he climbed the short steep ascent and forced his way through the tangle branches so he advanced for about 10 yards making a good deal of stir then he halted turned and crawled noiselessly back to the edge of the bank he lay motionless for several minutes peering out between the drooping spruces he had no suspicion of the girl but it was a part of his Creed to look twice and carefully at everything that was new to him he watched her bait the hook and cast it on the pool she skipped it here and there across the calm surface and presently a fish rose and took it and was deftly landed upon the rock for his trouble walking moose was satisfied that the girl had no intentions against anything but the trout he crawled noiselessly back through the brush then got to his feet and returned to the bank without any effort at concealment she looked up as he appeared above the stream I have come back he said to accompany you to your Lodge I must see your grandfather never sleep it is my duty as chief to know all my people and the whereabouts of every large the girl coiled the wet line and took up the two trout her head was bowed so that the young man did not see the smile on her red lips it was in her thoughts that something more than a poor fish had risen to her hook but walking moose really thought that he was but doing his duty as chief of the clan of the white salmon as this couple had come to his country from the lower river it was clearly his place to know something of their position so that he might protect them in time of need walking moose climbed the steep bank first and then reached down a helping hand to the girl whom he had named shining star this was an unusual attention from a brave to a squaw on reaching the top the girl took the lead she walked swiftly and gracefully and the twigs and branches that sprang into place behind her switched the warrior but so intent was he in following this shining star that he paid no attention to the switchings she led a straight to the south / hamlets and across open places and tangled valleys so for about a mile and then she halted and turned a glowing face to her follower I must let never sleep know that I am bringing a stranger she said or he will be in a terrible rage he is not agreeable when he is angry if i whistle twice he will know that I am NOT alone he must be an unpleasant old man to live with said walking moose and because of the foolishness that was brewing in his heart he felt no suspicion he stood at inert gazing down at shining stars glossy head while she gave vent to too long shrill whistles that will let him know that a visitor is coming she said it will give him time to get a pleasant smile on his face this appeared to walking moose as the most excellent wit again they advanced and soon they came to a little Lodge of birch bark set in a grove of young firs a faint haze of smoke crawled up from the hole in the roof the door flap of Hyde was fastened open showing a shadowy interior and the glow of a fallen fire the girl laid her fish on the moss beside the door and peered into the lodge walking moose the mighty chief has come to see you she said walking mooses welcome to my poor Lodge returned a feeble voice let him enter and speak face to face with old never sleep the girl drew back and nodded brightly to the chief you go first said he his native caution flickering up for a moment the lodge is so dark that I am afraid that I might step up on the old man she read the reason for his hesitation and the blood tingled in her cheeks but she entered without a word he paused at the door for long enough to a custom his eyes to the dark within he could see no one but shining star and a robed stooped figure seated on the ground he stepped inside the thong of my moccasin became unfastened he said by way of explaining his hesitation at the door a dry chuckle came from the robed figure he is a wise man who halts and sets his feet and eyes to right at the Thresh old of a strange Lodge said the feeble voice of never sleep walking moose felt absurdly young and transparent he stood beside the fire and stared over it at the old man he could see little but the living gleam of the face and a hint of two watchful eyes what do you want of me great chief asked never sleep i met your granddaughter at the river where she was fishing replied the warrior she told me her story and so I came home with her to mark the position of your Lodge all who dwell in my country are in my care it is well for me to know where to find every one of my people in case of need you will find me a small use to you in time of need return the other for I am old and weak and my fighting days are over only in one way can I serve you chief I brew potent liquors for the cure of all bodily ills it is well said walking moves with a full recovery of his usual manner but you twist the truth of my words I do not ask for your help old man but you and your granddaughter may need mine sometime brew your liquor in peace and in danger send word to walking moose with that he turned on his heel and left the lodge next morning found the chief of the people of the white salmon again reclined on the flat rock above the amber pool and again his dreams of ambition and plans of warfare were disturbed by the girl whom he had named shining star again she slid down to the rock with the coiled fish line in her hand again he took the line from her and caught a trout for her dinner so it happened for six days and by that time the dreams of walking moose were all of shining star instead of ambition he even made a song and it seemed to please shining star but of these strangers he said nothing in the village it would be time to speak of them when he had won the prize on the seventh morning the chief waited on the rock above the amber pool for an hour after that he spent another hour in walking up and down the bed of the stream for a distance of several yards each way he flushed hot and cold with anxiety has something happened to her he asked of the lonely stream or have they both gone away as quietly as they came unable to stand the torment of anxiety any longer he ascended the bank above the pool and set off swiftly towards Never Sleeps Lodge he found the old man crouched before the door the girl has a fever said the old man but I have given her a potent liquor that will drive it out of her blood such fear gripped the young Chiefs heart at these words as he had never felt before his staring face showed it to the sharp eyes of never sleep she rests quietly now said the old man she must not be disturbed in the morning she will be well I think but in the meantime the pot is empty so walking moose went into the forest to hunt for flesh for it never sleeps cooking pot he walked slowly or his feet felt as heaviest stones when turned away from the lodge were shining star lay sick his eyes were dim and the sunlight on the trees and the azure sky above looked desolate and terrible to him he stumbled as he walked he wandered aimlessly for more than an hour before the thought returned to him that never sleeps pot was empty and that his mission was to fill it but the thought flashed away again as swiftly as it had returned and so he continued his aimless wanderings I love that girl that shining star he murmured I must tell her of it soon in plain words tomorrow when the fever is gone from her it was close upon sunset when walking moose at last got back to the lodge of never sleep he carried two young ducks at his belt the old man came to the door of the lodge has the fever gone whispered the chief she still sleeps replied the other the fever is passing but you are weary my son drink this draft to refresh your sinews and lighten your spirit then sleep and when you awake you will find that the fever has passed away from the girl walking moose took the stone in a trembling hand and swallowed the bittersweet liquid it contained then he lay down on the warm Moss beside the lodge how light his body felt what beautiful faint music breathed in his ears his lids slid down but he raised them with an effort I must sleep for a little his voice trailed away to silence again his lids fluttered down never sleep stooped above him but the face was no longer that of a feeble old man but of the Mohawk chief the father of hawk in the tree the liquor has done its work he said then the girl to whom walking moose had given the name of shining star came out of the lodge three walking moose slept a deep and dreamless sleep the Mohawk bound him at ankles and wrists and then lifted him to his massive shoulders lead away he commanded the girl took up her father's weapons and a long tough rope of twisted leather and entered the forest behind the lodge the big warrior with his limp burden followed close upon her heels they moved silently through deep cupboards and shadowed valleys by an unmarked twisting way the girl took up her father's weapons and a long tough rope of twisted leather and entered the forest behind the lodge the big warrior with his limp burden followed close upon her heels they moved silently through deep cupboards and shadowed valleys by an unmarked twisting way the Sun slid down behind the western spruces and Twilight deepened over the wilderness for such a mighty chief he was wonderfully simple remarked the Mohawk Hawk in the tree did not reply at last they came to the river above the fall that was called the veil of flying water The Twilight had thickened to darkness by now but these two required only a little light for they had studied this part of the river and the bellowing fall night after night the man laid walking moose on the ground and drew a small canoe from under a blanket of moss and bushes he made one end of the rawhide rope fast to the bars and gunnels of the canoe he tied the other end strongly to a tree at the edge of the bank he felt no uncertainty as to the strength and exact length of the rope everything had been tested the whole amazing deed had been done before as far as that had been possible without the presence of walking moose now the Mohawk placed the canoe at the very edge of the water and lifted the drugged chief into it he fastened one end of a shorter line around his victim's body just below the shoulders and under the arms then he cut the thongs that bound wrists and ankles he will die of hunger with him both shot of his own village he muttered with the slack of the long rope in his hand he edged the canoe into the Racing current stepped aboard and leaded ease slowly down towards the top of the sheer out leaping fury of white water at the very brow of the screaming slope the canoe hummed for more than a minute then it came slowly back to where the girl waited on the shore the big Mohawk stepped out of it grinning broadly walking moose had vanished the Mohawk unfastened the rope and coiled it over his arm with the girls help he returned the canoe to the little hollow and covered it with moss hawken the tree stood behind him trembling this was her father but the young man who now lay with death above and below and on every side what of him she had hated him at one time but now she held the shorter end of the two ropes of leather in her hands she made a noose of it her father stooped before spreading the moss over the canoe she crouched suddenly gripped his ankles and jerked his feet backwards from under him he pitched headfirst into the hollow with stunning force for cold spray flying over his face aroused walking moose at last from his drugged sleep for a little while he lay still too shocked and bewildered by the quaking of the wet rock on which he lay and the or an Thunder in his ears to think or move he saw something pale wide and alive close in front and Irving above him he put out his right hand and felt cold gripping rock behind him he put out his left hand here was more wet rock and there the sharp edge of it and space within a few inches of his side he SAT upright and as he gazed he remembered the liquor he had taken from the hands of never sleep this is the work of that old man he exclaimed he stood up on the narrow ledge and raised his hand to the dim lit flying arc it was struck down and his face was dashed with bubbling water then horror seized him and he leaned weekly against the dripping rock for he realized that he was behind the veil of flying water him din in a deathtrap walking moose soon regained his usual composure he stood with his back to the dripping rock his feet firmly set on the quaking ledge and gazed calmly at the roof and wall of thin hissing water he thought of the girl to whom he had given the name of shining star but in a second he put that hateful vision from him the spray came up from the boiling cauldron under the legend drenched him he stared with dull interest at the arching water and at last decided that the pale radiance that lit it was that of the moon so the time must be early night suddenly he was aware of something foreign on the luminous front of his prison it was a slender line of blackness sharply curved that struck the veil vanished and struck again on a level with his eyes spray flew when it touched he leaned forward and put out his right hand the thing was of twisted leather he shot out his hand and gripped the line firmly he pulled it towards him it came halfway seeming to be slack only at one end then it began to straighten and draw strongly outward and upward he advanced to the very edge of the rocky shelf still gripping the rope with his right hand he stood on tiptoe then he grasped the rope with both hands and sprang through the roof of falling water when walking moose felt the solid rocks under his feet he loosed the grip of his fingers and fell forward exhausted then the girl whom he had named shining star knelt beside him and raised his head against her shoulder the mohawk chief recovered from his fall looked out upon them from the bushes then he turned and went back to his own country cursing a magic that had not been foretold by the medicine men end of story 5

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  1. Times' Red Cross Story Book By Famous Novelists Serving In His Majesty's Forces | Various | 2/6
    Parts of this video:
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  2. Times' Red Cross Story Book By Famous Novelists Serving In His Majesty's Forces | Various | 2/6
    4: [00:00:00] – An Impossible Person
    5: [00:43:28] – The Veil Of Flying Water

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