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To-day's Short Story. ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER. Prom the tiny village of Dewfcurst to J Barsea, a small town on the English Cbamnel, is eight miles by road and Dome by river. One dull, heavy October Sunday uight. George Langley would gladly havesat a whole hour in the most unpaanited, unpadaed, draughty, and jolty carriage of any "one of tfioee southern lines" if he might get from the village to the town. He had been paying a stolen visit to Kate—to lovely Kate Bac»ooct, of Dewhurst. He had said good-bye to her at the bottom of her father's garden, and run ttil the way to the railway-station, only to and the last train, gone. Eleven had suruck, and the one street of Dewhurst. was as empty ct people as the churchyard. V Langley eat down on a. h=d-tuck, which 'L. be found chained to & pest. He lit his pipe, and proceeded to consider his position. Hardly bad he begun the reflection that he had walked many miles tha.t day, and wat3 now glad of hia rest on the hand-trues, when there flashed into has mind the picture of a punt, with sculls in her, seen moored below the bridge that day. Then he felt a flush of pleasure when he brougnt to mind that it must now be about ebb at Dewhurst. In a light punt, and on the back of a. six-knot 'tide, he should fly along the nine miles of water to Bersea in less than fcalf the time it would take him to reach the half-way house on his weary feet. At the bridge he had to proceed ca.refu.ly, for he did not know the ground wc 11; there was no regular landing-place, and hardly a slimmer of light trickled through the lower- ing clouds. With a feeling of proiound relief he found the skiff, with sculls lying on the thwarts. Casting off the painter he stepped aboa.rd with a chuckle of remorse when he fancied the owner's arrival later to ftpd tale boat cone. His course lay nearly due son eh. ^m■h.e^e wa? something in the manner of the ghœdy fr«,n.ka and in the hurried whispering of the water at his bow which told him he should not reach home before the stocrm broke. All at once the trees on the bank 92t up a shrill whittle of alarm, and the woods em the hilld took up the alarm and burst into a roar. The channel of the river was filled with a, barrier of wind and ram, through which, in spite of Langley's utmost efforts, he could not press the skiff. The banks were steep, and almost indis- eernible. If the punt were swamped it would go hard with him. He was strong and healthy; only 27; full of life and hope; he was just bc?innin? W see a road toward com- p?en<?r. Then, there was Kate :tberew^ his own Kate. No, no; it would never do to drown he-fe. Buttheboat was half-full, the banks high and dim; the storm tremendous. It looked as if he were to iperisbl after all. Let him try to make out the exact point Of the river where the wa-ter was jolUns. and tossing and wounding his puny skiff. Yes, he was in the Long Beach, where-the bank on each side is steep. St-ay I What was that, low coffin-shaped I thing standing bla-ok against the frantic sky? That was the old deserted boat-house, the saip! ?Thank God! If he -or?ld only reach the lillip and jump ashore, scramble ashore, swim Ltore. all would be well. Think of it-all would be well. He 3honld again see the sun- light in the fields, and the sails on ?ho .hn- ing sea. And Kate, in her white gown. He should again move back the stray ,res^ of golden hair from the forehead. with care not to touch the forehead, sparing to touch » that he might taste the finer of delicacy and r jcy-that he should move back the straying treaa with this same palm which he was now grinding against the harsh wood of the oar, in desperate endeavour to tear his life from 'the trough of the water. At last arm earth held his limbs and body up. He no longer rocked and swayed in all body. I?Sed and sodden, he gambledTip the slip. He made no effort to ^verhepunL.Jlie nioment he stepped ashore she had been i swept ? "oCwS'Wdworkittodb.e. to w one s f?t whe? staggering up that ??k?he rous old ?hip to gain this Place, with itB shelter and its security from the mouths ^of the lapping, ravening waters. This boat-houtie was used, they said, bw BIa?k Billy, the gamekeeper, a? a Ia-? Iwm ?hich he might surprise POU?chem by n?ight? Pothers were many, and d-L!lg, mth? neighbourhood. Black Billy entertained a peculiar hatred against them, and they against him. Pray Heaven they might ?noYt mistake him for Black Billy, or Black Billy him for anyone of them. No doctr on the boat-house. That did not matter. It afforded plenty of shelter, and that was what one now needed, and, lo! in the light of a match, a heap of straw, a large heap of straw, at the end far from the door. Lang ley began pacing the floor as quickly as the limits of the building and the dark- ness would permit. In half an hour he had worked himself into a glow, then he crawled under the straw taking care to cover him- self completely with it. The heat of the body increaaed to sncih a degree that he was sorely tempted to creep f* forth again, but a chill now would be disastrous, so he lay still and euffered. He listened to the wind roaring in the wood and to the flails of the rain thrashing on the roof. Little by little the burning heat of his jjpdy subsided, and after a whiw be feH ?Bleep. He was awakened by voices. The storm had ceased, and Lang-ley was on the point of struggling out and dectaxing himself when Iris ears caught words which held him stilL II It's a hang ins job, Jim," said a. deep, gruff voice. Well. that's your affair. You knocked him into the river," said a higth tenor voice. We were both of us in it, and when he started on us 'twas you clinched." I was only holding on by his grin, and 'Was holding on with two hands when you butt-ended him, and he tumbled im. I couldn't have struck the blow, for my two bands were on his gun. Sam." And, when I saw you in trouble, did I turn tail and run away? Did I?" fiercely; or did I shorten my piece and let drive at him? And isn't the Aaark look of his eyes turned on me since?" Sam's tone had become subdued as he went on, amd at the end it had lost all its anger, and was not addressed to Jim, but spoken to relentless vacaincy where the dead eyes lived. Langley felt a cold shiver down his back. 'He had been listening to the history by poachers of Black Billy's last encounter iwifch their fraternity. After a pause Sam, the more distant man, the one with the rough wedoe, the striker of the blow, recovered himself and said, as if •waking from sleep: What are we to do?" "Strike a light and let us see what's in thds cursed hole." "But anyomie could see a light from the river." "And who would be on the river at euch en how. and after such a night?" Lang ley's heart stood still. A match was struck. i, The high voice said, What '& bea-p of Straw! I suppose it was his bed. It looks more like as if someone had been sleeping under than on it. Nothin.g but the straw in the shanty. There, the match is out! What .are we to do, Sam? 'Twill soon be day, and then they'll find it in the water." With the going out of the match Jim's terrors returned. Silence for a while. I have it, I tell you," cried Sam, m tritHnph. "What fen into the river was oarried to the sea in the dark, when there was no light." "What's your opinion, then?" "Old Billy often slept here. There's the straw to show he did- e I heard the straw move as if he was on it cow, said Jim in a whisper of borrow. "Black Billy is in the channel long ago, you fool I" you Jim moaned; "either the straw moved, or J'm mad." You're crazy with fear. You haven't the heart of a hare. Listen. To-night old Billy slept on the straw-" "Don't! Don't, Sam! Let the straw alone. It hears you! He has come up to it, up out of the water. I'm nearer the straw than you. I can hear him breathing." "Hold your prate, or IIU put a eharge into you. To-night he set fire to the straw and was burned to dust. What do you think of that, my white-livered Jim?" cried 8am, exultantly. m, I—I—I—think it might do if he was in the river or the sea. But he's here! He's lying on the straw listening to us. I can feel the straw stirring against me now. For God's sake strike a light! My hands are shaking, 60 I can't." "Ali, I'll strike a light fast enough." The action followed the words, and Sam thrust the flaming match into the straw. A cone of fire shot up. Langley, pale and resolute, determined to make one desperate plunge for the door, leaped from the blaring straw, and, dashing the smoke from his eyes, staggered, paused motionless, and stood staring with distended and open mouth at the door. "It's Black Billy himself?" shrieked Jim, cowering against the wall and pointing to the ghastly face of Langley. Quick as lightning Sam covered Langley. I "If you move you are a dead man. Who are you?" "It's Black Billy himself," whispered Jim. "Black Billy himeelf come out of the river to hang us I" "He's the makings of another murder. It's a spy. His hair is light, not dark, you fool?" Langley did not move. He glanced from the muzzle of the gun to the doorway. He spoke: "I am Black Billy. There would be no good in my 6aying I did not hear your conversation. Then it was a bad hour for you wben you did hear it," said Sam, with the gun still pointed at Lang-ley. Im not so sure of that, and I thinik it a very good thing for you I did ever hear it." "I don't want to take you too sudden, for you may not have been here as a spy, bat you know too much for ever going out of the door of this place alive." I know more than you think, and, there- fore. I will go out of that dcor alive." Come, the house is filling with smoke. You can have two minutes." Can't I have t.i.H day?" No. In three irinut-es this place will be too hot and too full of smoke to stay in it." "Sot till day, not to see the sun once more, and it is already down. Look!" The poachers had already turned their eyes toward the door. With a groan Jim fell forward, insensible. With an oath Sam dropped his gun to the ground. The figure of Black Billy, the gamekeeper, stood on the threshold. Jim was dragged out of the burning build- ing. and Sam's hands were bound. "When I was just exhausted in the water, after that ruffian had knocked me in," said the gamekeeper later; "I gripped the gnn- wale of a half-swamped punt, and with the other half of her kept afloat until I scrambled ashore." "That must have been my boat," said Lang- ley, "so that my punt saved your life, and then you saved mine. Well. 'One good turn deserves another,' I daresay."

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