Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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redyears we have advanced faron the road of civilization;we have passed from theage of pistols and highway-men to that of motor-carsand policemen; but, if wehave but a shade of the oldlove of adventure still dor-mant under our black um-brellas and every-day hats,it is difficult to believe thatthe good old days werenot, after all, the best. To-day the Olde House in West Street could never exist. Its reputation would instantly reachthe ears of the London Detective Department atScotland Yard, and in two hours it would beempty from roof to floor. In 1795, though allmen knew of it by repute, they passed it by witha shudder. It was situated in Clerkenwell, in the neighborhood of Saffron Hill. In former times it had frequently been used as a place of refuge byJack Sheppard and Jonathan Wild, and was notedfor its trap-doors, sliding panels, and hollow walls.Toward this house, in this same year of 1795,there stepped the young man we have alreadymet upon the coach, dressed in the very height of
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CLOSE THE DOOR, AND LET'S BE ALONE ! JERRY SAID. the fashion of the time. His hair was nicely pow-dered, and done up at the back in a queue. A rapierhung at his side, the hilt of which was adornedwith gold; and in his hand he carried, with allthe grace in the world, a silver and ebony cane.He might have but just stepped out of a fashion-able club, and seemed vastly out of his element in such a district of slums and poverty as that of West Street, Clerkenwell. 1910.) THE REFUGEE 723 Suddenly he stopped before the door of the Olde House, and gave it three sharp raps withhis cane. Almost immediately it was opened; and the beau, with a quick glance up and down the street, slipped in. He found himself in a passage that was pitch-dark, though it was still early in the afternoon.No sooner had he entered than the door wasslammed behind him, and the noise went echoingthrough the house. Then a very high and squeaky voice came fromout of the darkness. Any news ? Aye, was the answer. From the Stag? Fr

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