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Show Damaged! Page SOUTH CACHE COURIER. HYRUM. UTAH CAPTAIN SAZARAC CHILDLESS HOMES - CHAPTER XIII By Charles Tenney Jackson Continued. Copyright by The BobbvMerrlll Company 16 1 could not stand wl em, sir. They threatened me. They have freed Mr. Jarvis from the brig he fotmd drink at once for em Jarvis! Sazarac was upon the companion-stairs- , leaving them all la an astounded silence. The empty chair of the Jester, to De Almonasters eyes, ... seemed to hold a grinning, ragged an wastrel of the rue Royale beyond the health drunk to him, the feast was untouched. The admiral of Cartagena hitched his sword-bel- t higher, nodded to them, and stole above. Clark was at his heels, and once aft, took the wheel from old Bohon. "Now, then, said the master, what do you know, Bohon? It Is the strange silence, sir. The ship Is flat as a dead ship. Black Michel had charge o the watch, but It Is as If every soul had vanished after they gave me the last sounding, had the lead out because we made out a spit o land once at dusk, yon remember. Beluche, you will come with me to see to this. The older men, surely the Baratarlans, are not with the levee renegades we shipped along It Is plunder they came for, sir,' grunted the admiral. "First, we must get to the arms room. "They are watching that, sir, whispered Clark. "They smuggled ten muskets from some concealment, but they lack Dowder. "Name o the devil! blustered the admiral. Come! Lafittes name with the old bullies I No more o this Sazarac, I sayl De Almonaster was with the two as they passed the mainmast Then another figure slipped to them from the shadows. It has come quick, sir, Nez Coupe whispered. "They must rid the ship o the English woman, they say; and then ask you a fair word for a prize. If not that, death to Sazarac laughed They need not wait Sazarac. "Come death to the first three men that showl Then a fair word to the rest! Monsieur de Almonaster, your pistols ready? Come, and to the down the arms room. How many are there of us to he trusted at the first? "I say you must be Jean Lafltte, Jean o the sir, growled Beluche. Black Petral for this night. Old bullies will come roaring to you, once this clatter o Sazarac and the English woman is done among em! he smiled. "Well, then Lafltte, Come, you all, with Jean again! "The arms room, Bohon moved like Once a shadow down the passage. sure o' that, clear em to the deck and drive em howling! Burke and Crack-leto be shot on sight, eh? "Then Aye, retorted Johanness. well have the older bullies they will balk, once they see the mettle In men. said the commander. In "Come, silence s A dim lantern showed the over their heads as they crept along the waist. The arms locker was on the starboard side. Beside the door a figure beckoned to them In the shadows. It must be one of Nez Coupes loyal ones; the .little band stole on past the stowage rooms. Monsieur Sazarac had even turned to speak to the shadowy sentinel, when there came a rush of bare feet from either side. A hoarse shout broke. Steel rang on steel, a pistol exploded In the narrow passage. The rush caught the party with an Impact that left no chance for weapons. A burly form hurled to Sazaracs shoulders, another dragged at his legs. De Almonaster broke his rapier at a vain thrust and went down under blows and curses. The affair was over with surprising There must have been quickness. thirty mutineers roaring, struggling In the passageway. Along they dragged the prisoners, and none fought back now, for It was useless. The mutineers, a howling, disorderly ook the prisoners aft, and there, (mrter-decas one waiting lone him, stood John 5rently he was drunk, or fy he was posing It 3f no moment. Monsieur Sazarac 1 him one black look and then 1 after-companio- We are taken. Mademoiselle, reThat Is turned the master quietly. He turned sternly all there is to it to John Crackley whose leer upon the English woman boded no good for her. I demand safety for this lady. Let her return to her cabin. Do you understand me respect In all things? Well "Eh? grunted the other. see to that Mates he glanced uncertainly at his fellows upon whom there had come a curious silence at the captains assumption of authority, even at this pass: "The woman now His voice was cut short by the tremendous explosion of a huge pistol above them alL upon the A single figure was there, an unkempt, grotesque man who now was peering curiously Into the muzzle of his smoking weapon. Every eye had been drawn to him with a start Jarvis pale face, framed In his long, matted black hair, turned down to them. You see, I missed It he said plaintively. the deserter, Jarvis, Burke, croaked, "whats that? "The cabin skylight at ten paces, Name o God I If I am to be commodore, I will need practice. Some of you kindly reload my pistol. There was a shout of amazed laughter from them. The deck lamp showed the English woman staring up at him ; behind her, the prisoners of the quarterdeck. He came to the low rail and looked down. Not at the lady who once looked hack at him on the Esplanade. She might have been an unseen spectator over the footlights, and he the chief player at the center f the stage, taking his cue from an invisible prompter. Neither did his old friends of the rue Royale, and of the smugglers s of years agone, appear to poop-dec- k wine-shop- - ' . commodore! yelled the brawlers. The Emperor o the Bottle, who swore he would yet sleep In old Bonys bed! Turn In tot, Mad John! The jester raised an unsteady hand as If he would speak, and then thought better of it. It was plain he was trying to enact the part of a swaggering frigate captain and making an absurd failure of It by a curious doleful humanness. 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I felt certain you would never run down a pal behind his back. 1e was a bracelet which she remembered had become disengaged when she drank the health to the chair of the missing guest The man lifted the gold trinket, examined It under the light and kissed It. Then he fell to eating with rather the manners of the barroom. The Emperor of the Bottle was In the chair of Sazarac but after all, as was the way with him, when what he v anted was at hls grasp, he could not take It It was the jame case as when he could not hit a window with hls pistol at ten paces, or swagger hls sword without the point catching in a Her One Fault. , hole of his stocking. 'He never would "I hear the new cook you got wag aim carefully enough, or wear hls "Yes ; the only thing almost perfect. sword high enough or love she lacked was staying power. Phiruthlessly enough. ladelphia Bulletin. Outside he heard the splash of the In the bright lexicon of a boarding oars waiting to take her away. -house the ax Is mightier than the carvHuh! The lone guest in the emperors ing knife. What have you there? suite could hear them descending to I think this will make a hit with the longboat. There was a mutter A Is frethe ladies a porous plasphysician when Johanness swung from the rail. quently ter. But when old Gorgio, the sullen Catalan cutthroat of other days, the most d of all the Black Petrals vanished crew, strode to the ladder, there was a yell. I The old He leaves us, mates ! Gorgio eyed them with fierce dls I sail with men, he growled: daln. no pothouse lawyers Who, o ye all, ever put foot across a bloody deck, save Black Mike. Who; o, ye louts, sailed the old. days with Jean and Pierre? There was a mutter, half amused, half of resentment, both from the exiles In the longboat and from the muhave found by their own tineers crowded at the rail. It sudthat coffees effect denly appeared oddly clear to De Almonaster that not once, during the harmful. Health authorities warn affair, had the name of Jean Lafltte against risking the growth and develbeen upon the Ups of the most unruly opment of children with the drug eleof them all. It struck the count as ment in coffee. very strange; he glanced at the girl on the seat before him, wondering why the air had not rung with the health, Why take chances with most notorious name of the decades. and risk thus comfort, happiness Jean Lafltte himself, standing upright success? In the bow, silently watching the dim mysterious shore of savage Campeche, with Its unconquered Indians, and both safety and satisfaction in still more ruthless Spanish captains Postum as your mealtime drink. Youll holding every point of refuge, must thoroughly enjoy its delightful flavor have wondered. and aroma. Postum contains nothing "Monsieur Sazarac! the girl cried suddenly, as if, with her own courage, that can harm you. As many cups as to inspire hope in all the castaways, im you like at any meal with no penalI am glad to goi I have a feeling ties to pay in wakeful nights and daythat these are now true men all ! for whatever venture lies ahead. I Xx time dullness. have no fear! The watching mutineers had been so Your grocer sells Postum In two forms: Instant silent that her clear voice carried far. Postum (in tins) prepared instantly In the cup It reached the lone banqueter at the by the addition of boiling water. Postum Cereal (in packages) for those who prefer the flavor emperors table. heSazarac, muttered. SHU I, too, have my honor he can still play Sazarac the elegant and chivalrous Sazarac to the end. For in that one thing the Jester had ruled the outlaw crew. He had soberly and stubbornly pleaded and Insisted; he had even pointed hls rusty, empty horse pistol at their grinning heads and ordained that the English III .cSt- woman must not be told the truth of il; Sazarac. He had sat in their council to plead for her life and the hogor of hls friend when he knew the mutiny PCSTCr could not be averted. He had won, AHrtu and he had sent her away . . . ztxssasi still under the spell of Sazarac. the protecting arm of Sazarac. , form-fittin- g bloody-minde- rib-stick- er deck-beam- e her own. Presenceof LittleOnesaGreat well-inform- La-fltt- kface hlr- no more. ... ... y ... ever-questin- ... n k, one who had been glvtn to see a beautiful vision, and before It had come an evil jester, a mocking voice to still the faint good he had sought De Almonaster had been watching. He followed her as ihe captain led the way. Near the rail the girl put her hand to Sazaracs sleeve. I am bewildered, Monsieur! It Is as if you had given up much for mel I have given much up for you, he answered quietly. The wreck of years wild evil. Infamy, which God willing you shall never know! She looked back at Count de Almonaster. His face was averted, but he must have heard. He was even a trifle cold to her as he helped her to the ladder. On his honor De Almonaster would not speak his old boys love to her when her g eyes were going to the gamester, Sazarac the mystery of Sazarac, the lure of Sazaracs promise that he would claim what he had won across Masperos gaming table. She thought It very odd, even at this moment the withdrawing of the two gentlemen from her Interest, as If each was waiting, watching, for the other to conclude his play. Two rapiers drawn but withheld, perhaps, for the opponent to tie his shoe. And with a sigh she followed. But ner last glance back showed a glimpse down through the open skylight to the cabin of the emperor. The lamps were very bright there. She saw a slouched figure In the chair of the host A pale tall man eating and drinking greedily as If with a rare appetite for the viands of the emperors stores. He Jammed his faded velvet cap closer over hls eyes, and then his hand found something by the plate that had been next to Sazaracs 1 It Was Plain He Was Trying tp Enact the Part of a Swaggering Frigate Captain. exist In his eye. He shrugged, with an open palm down to the conspirators. Ho Commodore! They bawled at him. The word, Jarvis!" up The eye of Sazarac was coldly upon him. But to this friend of his old days, as Irredeemable as these, he had the same blank stare as he had for Louise Lestron. As if they were not there as If she was a mere ghost and he looking through her to the evil pack behind her. Mademoiselle Lestron turned to the man she knew as Gaspar Sazarac, the And gamester of Chartres street this has come to you because of me, Monsieur? It Is 'Worth a thousand mutinies. Never fear the Spaniards hereabout are not all cutthroats. You the ward of Carr, who Is the secret agent of their king . . . why, what have you to fear from them. Mademoiselle Lestron? But old Beluche shook his head. It might be well at the Spaniards hands for Mademoiselle Lestron of Quebec, and for the Count de Almonaster of New Orleans, descended from a line of Castilian viceroys of Louisiana; but for Jean Lafltte; for Beluche, of the Cartagenian rebels; Johanness, and the others who had harried the Mexican trade routes for thirty, years there was quick death in any port of New Spain for them all I But she could not know. When the longboat was ready, and the crew made way silently for her, she turned to Sazarac with a sudden timid soft- ness: Monsieur, something Is due yon from mel Could I not appeal to them could you not regain command and sail with them If I waA put adrift? He smiled; but It was as If he did not care to look upon her. 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