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Show 55 IAMTTO IjOCKSAISA. BY WITH ARV gEVEREUX ILLU3TT7ATWNS COpyrlgt, &Q tip & Afeto BY DON C. WILSON Mtk, Anatrn Cotioay) dtom? rc CHAPTER XII. An hour before sunset the fog rolled anchored op, revealing the near enough for the men on her deck to be aeen plainly without the aid of a glass. The anchors of both vessels were raised at once, and the chase was renewed, with the pursuer not a mile away, and heading about southwest, which would soon bring her within range of the brigantine, whose course lay due west. A curl of smoke soon rose from the Englishmans deck, and a few seconds later there came the report A pressing invitation for of a gun. ns to show our colors, remarked as he watched the shot strike the water. A short time passed, with the "Black Petrel's crew uneasy and Lopes wearing softly In his native tongue. The pursuer then began a more persistent tiring with her bow-gunbut none of the shots reached their mark. Presently Lafitte, who was standing near Lopes, asked quietly, How would a shot work now? Try, and see." The old gunner, with a about dne to his long repressed feelings, set about leveling his gun, calculated the distance, and' obtained the proper elevation. There was a report, soon followed by a trembling of the enemys spars; and the brigantines crew crowded to that' were already cold. Jean,' you will take care of And Laro's black eyes, their La-sall- man-of-w- La-fltt- e, of the hands mockery forever slain, looked at him with appealing wistfulness. Lsfltte nodded, and pressed the hand be held. "She will have plenty of wealth, as you know; see that It Is delivered to her safely, and kept securely afterward. Take the girl away, Jean; take her to the nuns, in New Orleans, as I should have done before this; and do you and she have the church say masses for my soul. My soul! he reTo where peated, In a quick gasp. will my soul go? As Lallttes lips parted to speak, the dying man, as if divining what he might be about to say, cried with a sudden burst of strength, No, no, boy; try to tell me no soothing lies! Living, I never knew fear; and dying Ah Mad re de Dios! I scorn it! Christ have mercy! And with this last cry, Laro's voice was stilled forever. Lafitte's heart repeated the prayer, You have struck their foremast, Just below the futtocks," announced Lafitte, looking through his glass. Aye, sir; and I will sing them another such sweet song said Lopes coolly, watching his men reload the gun. The enemy had meantime come a little closer, and was dropping shot viciously about the brigantine. Lopes, make haste with the gun! ?rled Laro, with an oath. Give them a dose such as will set them to repairing damages, and" turning to the trew "should she get close enough 'n-for- me, captain? 'None, save to let the men have their supper at once, and see to it that of grog Is served. only The fog Is coming in, and we will sail as scon as may be. Like an army of shrouded ghosts, the fog was again about the Black Petrel, enclosing her in a wortd where she was the sole tangible thing. But, as over a path familiar to blind eyes, the bands that manned her could shape in unerring course for their secure haven. , Long before midnight she was feeling her way north, toward the mouth of the treacherous channel that would bring the crew to their Island stronghold, the Barra de Hierro. The early morning air was heavy with odors of aromatic shrubs. growing beyond the beach, and the carol of wakening birds was filling it with music, when Lafitte came ashore, leaving Qaronne in charge, erf the brigan- as he folded the dead mans hands across the broad chest; and scarcely had he done this when he was startled by the noise of a commotion above him. Stopping only to draw a blanket over the face and form of the dead, he went on deck, where a number of excited men were gathered on the side toward the enemy. His glance had already followed the direction of their eyes, and he saw one of the Black Petrels smallest boats being rowed by the Indian, Ehewah, toward the English vessel; and clinging to It, while his hoarse voice poured forth a volley of menacing words, was Lopes. Lopes had loosed one of his hands from the boats gunwale, and drawing his knife, hurled it at the Indian; but Ehewah dodged, and It fell into the sea. He then rowed on, and Lopes, no longer shouting, attempted to draw himself ever the stern of the boat see the result time, and knows ltwin be more f matter of luck than skill if le win. the charts he has taken will others, showing them where to find what now belongs to the Benorlta Lasnlla Garonne, forgetful of his ususl stralnt when in presence, n broke forth Into a flood of curses, which the latter checked at once. The mate turned to the cabin door, where he paused, and asked In a voice trembling with the anger he dared nol show, "Have you any orders for sim! tine. His course lay Inland, at first ovei fields, and then cultivated ones, of sugar cane, coffee and tobaeea Then came some banana and fig plantations, interspersed with groves of palms and cocoannt trees, until, after a walk of twenty minutes, he reached a clearing In which stood many small huts, evidently dwellings; and apart from these rose the walls of a stone building, surrounded by a high wall, with circular towers at the angles Lafitte crossed the open space, and stopping before a stout oaken door In the wall, called for admission. But there was no response; and, affeFn longer silence than suited' his husjor, he fell to striking upon the door,' while he called still louder. This resulted in its soon being opefied cautiously, to show a stalwart giant, whose black face and naked arms showed all the darker by contrast with the white cotton of his raiment, draped in a barbaric fashion that told of Its not having known thread and needle. "My young captain! he exclaimed In Spanish, a pleased, surprise lighting his grave face; and catching Lafittes hand, he kissed it as the latter replied, "Greetings to you, Ezrah. Is it all well here?" "Yes, my young captain. All is well ; but il will be more than well, now that you have returned. Lafitte waited until the Arahffor such he was) had closed and ban-ethe gate; and then, in a few words, he told him of what had taken place, adding that Laros body would. b brought ashore later in the day, for burial. .Earah listened with a face1 XorJ no emotion whatever, save pei.w that of anger that the nation his master had taught him to hate should have been the means of the formers waste out Mistress Rosemary Allyn By MILUCENT E. MANN Copyright, ISO, by CHAPTER I Continued. Lord Felton sat during our heated talk a figure of 'marble, with an immobile face, eyes staring staring at nothing, like a drunken mans only g on the board. his fingers Now be aroused himself. Let there be no brawling," he said, and he imperiously motioned the crowd back. I have staked naught that belongs to any one else, I think." A sneer hovered on his lips as he looked at ihe flushed faces of the men, and especially at Raoul Dwight It was fairly won. We shall see you In London soon?" His words were now addressed to me, and they were courteousness Itself, yet I read the menace In them, as did the men also. They seemed satisfied that my lord would .find a way of relieving me of my newly and most unexpectedly acquired treasure the promise - of a bride betore I should haver- .time to use it Ere many days shall have passed, I replied. You will be welcome," he said. I shall bring that which shall win ihe a welcome, I returned. If you still have it, muttered Raoul Dwight Do you threaten? I sneered. His reply was a shrug of the shoulder, and as he, the only one, still whipped his sword up and down, Master Arnold cried: You are my guests, gentlemen; seek some other place to do your brawling. You were not wont to be so particular, Master Arnold, said Raoul Dwight with a snarl. It was in this very room, if I remember rightly Raoul Dwight!". Master Arnolds voice rang out sharply. Sir Raoul Dwight laughed unpleasantly between his .teeth, but he stopped, for Lord Felton had arisen and made him a motion not to be disobeyed. The first faint streaks of the early death. With a cursing cry he sank. 'to try any tricks with At this, the Indian had stopped rowbsve the cutlasses ready, my hearties. ing, and struck the gunner over the And remember that it is no quarter. head with an oar, continuing the blows A sound, half roar, half snarl, came until Lopes released his hold and sank from the men; and the next moment from sight A boat which had been lowered there was a whistling amongst them as a cannon-bal- l was now seen struck the bulwark from the EnaI11:-N- u in front of Laro, tilling the air with pulling rapidly to wliere Ehewah, still bltsofwdod, and then glancing into pausing, appeared waiting for the gunners body to rise. "jrAhe water. This it soon did; Snathe Indian, A large, aharply pointed piece of ragged wood struck him in the aide, showing an agile strength one would and with a cursing vrjhe sank, face not have accredited to his slight downward, upon the deck, the blood frame, drew it into the boat The crew of the brigantine saw Ehefrom his wounds spattering those nearest him, several of whom bad been wah parley with the men from the enemys vessel, after which he rowed hit by the flying splinters. Lafitte sprang forward, and placing in their company to the his arms around the quivering form, and Lafitte, watching through his turned the distorted face to the air. glass, saw the form of Lopes carried . Then, looking up at the gunner, who aboard In their midst Lafitte, bidding Garonne accompany was staring wildly at the sight, he went below, to Laros cabin. Gacried, lire, Lopes, as you never fired him, ronne lit the brass lamp swinging over before! A prompt discharge followed the the small table, and taned to Lafitte, stood looking shoe t him, as if for order, and a wild shout of Joy went who some sign of Ehewah's treacherous InPe"Black crew the of from the up of a gold tention, when ' the gle-ttreL band, ' hanging over Laro's bunk, was foremast The enemys again their eyes. struck, this time with disastrous ef- caught It was a bracelet whl ih the Indian for her could be as seen; readily fect, had always worn upon 1 Is naked arm crew were getting the sails oil with l and since the day Laro placed it there, all possible speed. Her in a burst of gratitude tA Ehewah for sails were clewed up, and saved his life. let go by the run, having the topsail-yarBoth Lafitte and Gl tonne knew while the mast was swaying perceptito enough of the Indian's tribe-lorbly. understand that this wVs Ehewahs Laro, by Lafittes command, had mute announcement of tided friendbeen borne to the main cabin, where ship and loyalty. he was' laid upon a divan; and the He doubtless stole In here to perbrigantine had been ordered to come form what to him was a religious rite, to anchor. The enemy had already and having hung Laros g ft where we lone thla, and, in her present crippled found it, went his way. Intending to was nothing to fear attempt that which he ass now accondition,-therbom her, as the distance between the complished, mused Laflte aloud. ressls was too great for advantage-nThen, as if struck fy an afterfiring, even had the Englishman thought, he went to LarVs bunk, and seen In proper form to continue the throwing aside the rich Iraperies, disfight closed a heavy wooden taker. . Laro was breathing heavily. In brokIts lid was, contrarj to custom, en gasps; end beckoning to Lafitte, locked; and when Lafitte opened it. a f papers and be asked to have sent away those who disarranged collection were about him, still striving to check canvas bags showed wl'bln. a coin nor the blood that flowed so freely as to It Is as I supposed-n- ot soak the red of the divan until it Jewel touched, but charts and papers showed black. gone that are of mere Importance Lafitte sent the others away, and than all the valuable The rascal sitting down by the dying man, took knows the way to the Barra de Hierro; i grappling-irons- , -- man-of-wa- r; M fore-roya- top-galla- d .V e e . s His young mistress, the Sendrlta Lazalie, was of course not yet awake; and Lafitte, after bidding the Arab' to leave her undisturbed, went to., his ' own apartments. Lazalie was now sixteen; and, since leaving a convent school In Seville, two years before, her entire time had been passed upon the Barra de Hierro, to which Laro her only living relative-had brought her, and where she had seemed fully contented with her luxurious and Independent life. " Laro, of necessity, passed much of his time away from the Barra de Hierro; and, during his absence Lazalie was Its head and ruler, except when Lafitte found It necessary to visit the Island. Then the Spanish girl gave place and with entire willingness to the man whom, fronfthelr first meeting, she had loved with all the fervor of her uncurbed nature. ... (To be continued.) Cause of Thanks. It was a Coffee county boy who married and went to Texas, and upon arriving there wrote' promptly back to his friends that he "got there safe and welL t And that was the very last time that he ever did write to them. They waited and they waited, and "they wondered and they wondered and they wondered, and never a word fur thcr from the wanderers. Some anxiety was felt, or would have been felt, but for one old woman of distant kin, who whenever his name was mentioned would always say: Well, he got thar safe, and theyre all well, thank God. Finally his name was dropped, himself forgotten, till one day, ten years his departure, something brought, up his name, and the old query came ? up Why doesnt he write? And the same old woman piped the sane old song. "Well, anyhow, he got thar safS AU theVre all well, thank God. Nash-vlli-s Banner. ' afr r Novel Relay Swimming Race. A novel cross-channswlmmfng race from Calais to Dover has been promoted by. the Belgian Swlmmnig federation for a challenge cup, to be known as the cross-channcup. The competition is open to the world for teams of five amateur swimmers. The first swimmer of each team would swim ss far as possible across the channel. The second man would theq take up the task, and would be followed by the others In turn. The team whose men first reaches shore would win the cup. The race la to take place In July or August rat-tattin- r OO. minded not my steps, only one wish stirred within me: that I were home with a trenchon of beef before me such as old Nance prepared. I committed the midges, burs and other nuisances to a thousand deaths so captious does a man become when hunger assails him. . On a sudden there swooped through the air, with the' swiftness of lightShe alighted ning a peregrin-falcon- . upon my shoulder. Her long curved talons tore the linen of my shirt and cut deep furrows in my flesh. 1 staggered from the unexpectedness of the attack. She hung upon me, over the basket on my arm, and in her mouth I was the fish she had purloined. Jerked my knife from my belt, not being In the humor for such pleasantry. I was too late. As I held it ready to strike, she was off. No, she had not escaped me yet, for with a swiftness equal to her own, I threw my knife after her. It struck her In the neck. She fell to the ground not twenty paces from me, plunging, reeling, emitting a gurgling cry. When the bird had flown exultlngly forth and my knife after her, I had heard the lilt of a laugh, which had ended in a plaintive cry. The deed was of the moment without a thought. Had I wished it otherwise, as I soon did, I could not have helped it I looked at my arm where the claws of the falcon had ripped the skin so that the blood flowed freely. I turned over the dead thing on the ground with my foot, and wondered whence it had come. I again heard that little cry. I raised my eyes. There before me in the narrow pathway stood a very madcap of a child or woman! I could not tell which. Her hair was piled on top of her exquisite head in some foreign fashion, and her dress was down to her tiny' slippered feet She was breathless from running, and held her dress bunched in her hanjls. Laces and frills taade a perfect cascade about her ankles pet , When they had reviled me enough, or so I thought for their contemptuousness made my ears to tingle, I said in the same speech and in a manner as 1 could command. I would recompense you, Madame, to the half of my estate believe me, it is yours. Recompense! Estate! You! she A hut on my Lords land sneered. with one wee pig is more like to be your estate." She threw back her head and laughed, while she took me In from my head to my foot "Do you hear that Nurse Moffett!" she continued. Recompense! 'To the half of my estate. She mimicked me to a nicety and then went off into throes of laughter. Joined by her nurse. . I waited with a grave face until her merriment had subsided. I saw she was a maid of moods and fancies; for now she sat quite down upon the ground, unmindful of everything except her dead pet and tears fell from her eyes in big drops. What a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear, said William Bhakespeare, a writer of plays and sometimes actor of the same, and I aver that he never spoke truer- words. He is dead these many years, but his speeches are remembered, and plays stlH to oe seen at the theaters in London. '."Do not I beg of you, do not 1 said as I dropped on my knees beside her, and stretched out my hands to take the dead thing from her. The old dame as if desirous ofkeep-in- g before her mistress mxgSFe in the miserable business made the air murky with her execrations. Inwardly I cursed myself in being so ready to cut and to slash; Perhaps the lady read some of my contrition in my face, perhaps she had changed her mind as to my condition in life; certainly she looked at me with a little kindliness and there were questions written on her face. She let me take the bird and place it on the sward, and wipe her gown where the. gore had ruined it So mi' HBig.' rm much grace J soon she remembered that I had done her an injury. Her eyes now flashed like steel. Her bowAhaped mouth drew itself into its haughtiest curves. : I thought what a pity, love-ligalone ought to linger about those dimpled corners. She arose and stepped back with much imperiousness, strange to see in one so young and petite outside of royalty. I towered head and shoulders above her and could scarce hide a smile' at such behavior. Get you gone to your estate, she There before me stood a very madcap of a child, or woman I drawled, bowing low before me, my Lord Mayor of all you survey. Get Oh! What have you done?1 morn now began to show through the you gone, for if you happen upon cried. lists of the closed shutters, and these grounds again, in spite of your were given for the saddling of She dropped- - In a heap of farderals great estate, I shall have you whipped lorsea. The servants blew out the beside the dead bird and began call- off." last darings of the candles and opened ing It all manner of pretty names. "You believe at least that I regret "You lout! the windows. The air came rushing she stormed and faced to In sweet with the smell of earthly me. She was one who in her rage my act? I stopped long enough to heed no her mockery. ask, paying things, cutting its way through the and grief did not stop to pick hfcr "Regret! regret! she repeated "Of dense smoke-lade-n atmosphere. The words with a squeamishness. "You what use are regrets? and dull on table killed have still the falcon! How dared money my lay She turned her shoulders upon met sordid in the light of day. you how dared you? (To be continued.) A moment before the place had said I. see that my Lord Gil, was before his seemed ordinary enough, for places Felton has back what TURNING ON HIS HEEL. I touched the gold and we see habitually become so. Now we leave exwas notes with the tip of my sword A beautiful everything changed. of the Novels Hero Becept this. With a light laugh I took woman had entered the landscape GymnasticsCommon Mans Ability. yond was of and the marriage promise transfigured. up The other day I was reading a How shall I describe her gleaming dropped it carelessly into my pocket, even as one might take an uncut dia- beauty? She was slight, but fully thrilling story and I was Informed mond of which be knows not the developed. She was fair wonderfully that the hero turned On his heel and In other tales of a value, and puts it heedlessly away. fair with perfect features. Her eyes walked away. And he is welcome to the rest for were like the changeful sea. Her hair similar class, I found certain importwas rolled back from her face in a ant characters went through a simiIts sake. said million ripples of softened gold. It lar species of difficult gymnastics You are to be congratulated, Harcourt Nym. "If you succeed with was dressed high upon her head, yet without any apparent provocation. I dont see why they should do It, that hit of paper; I fear me it is too fell about her neck in tendrils. There I am inclined to think It Is a somefor the nestled the white gold sgainst perishable. like the yellow center of a water lily what unnatural proceeding. The here CHAPTER II. among its Ivory hued petals. When referred to was a baronet, but I obthe suns rays caught it, and lingered served the higher these heroes were I as Woman. A Beautiful though they loved to play in its in the social scale the more they turna prince had We rode warily along at first mind-- , meshes, the darker parts became ed on their heels. If would been he probably Introduced, Titian red. boast that Raoul Dwight's ful of Sir I stood before this grande dame, have developed into a sort of human I should not leave with the promise of marriage. As the distance be- half disgusted that she should waste teetotum. As far as my experience reaches 1 tween us and Long Haut dwindled such sweetness upon a thing so confind that when anyone turns, he turns down to a few miles, we came to the temptible, when there was better conclusion that the man thought bet-- 1 quarry at hand, half lost In open ad-te- r on his toes. I know I do; but then of it The breath of life wa.. miration, wholly spellbound. At last, I am a commonplace person. But let any practical person try sweet to our nostrils. The scent of mindful of my manners, and tongue-th- e If he has not on his heel. newly turned hay came from some ( less condition for she looked at me "turning from between her fingers with both had some months of hard practice at distant field, and it was good. tne exercise the chances are that he I thought of pleasant things: of a curiosity and coquetry I said will find himself silting on the ground week agone. Then it j -day not yet j sorry, Madame, that I should was a St. Martins summer sdayand have unwittingly been the cause of and feeling very much hurt London Graphic. the heat was intense. 1 had opened this hurt to you. the neck of my shirt, thereby laying Sorry! Sorry! she repeated scornHad a Pass. bare a brown and brawny throat, i fully. "What can sorrow do? Can it The spirit of Independence rules in a was on my homeward way, with the life back to my bird? Ah! the girl of the period In the state basket full of trout on my arm, for I bring are stiff and cold, poor pretty of Illinois. Two beautiful daughters of you streams up had been thrashing the dear; and to think I sent you to your Judge H were driving out on the and down since daybreak. . death. You are a clown a clown in- plank road near Chicago, and stopped I stumbled down a footpath which deed. If you have never seen a falcon-gentl- l. at the tailgate and asked the keeper: led past Castle Drout, an ancient Did ever see one? She "How much is it? manor, yet hidden from it by tall asked as sheyou turned to me. For a man and a horse. replied again and briony. branches, trailing vines, A clown indeed I felt myself. For the gatekeeper, the charge is IB Gayety had possessed me until now, and I had even trolled a song at the words are like a pack of cards, tis cents. of them Well, then, git out of the way, for that top of lusty lungs. Qualms of hunger the manipulating was In the position of we are two gals and a marc. Git sg I and counts; and to thst, aloud, together cry began Philadelphia Ledger. with the heat, made me drowsy. I one t ho handles' them for the first Jenny! s - -- or-le- ( 1 V LUCAS-UNUOL- If there is a falcon within twenty leagues, Madame, it is yours," I an swered, to take the place of yonder bird." Do you think Iwould accept aught at your hands?" she cried. Ere I had time to reason with her she was Joined with a serving maid, to whom she turned and began to tell of the birds mlaoappening. She spoke in French, thinking, no doubt the language unknown to me. I heard that milady seeing me half asleep-comindown the path and thought to have some fun at my expense. She had fowled her bird after a trout not reckoning with either man or knife. And, the result of their harmless bit of frolicsomeness, he was a dead |