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{T Romanes of the Spanish Jtfain (Xptain Bloo: Sr RAFAEL. SABATINI “CAPTAIN BLOOD,” a Vitagrapli picture with •!. Warren Kerrigan in the title role, is an adaptation of this thrilling novel. SYNOPSIS. Peter Blood, m young Irish physician, has taken up residence in Bridgewater, after year* spent in the wars on the conti nent. Chance hud sent him us a youth graduating from Trluity college, Dublin, to take service with the Dutch, who were then at war with France. He had a pre diction for the sea and served under the famous de Kuyter. The force* of the Duke of Monmouth had eome to battle at Oglethorpe’s farm. Blood knew of the impending engagement between the rebel* nnd the royalist* hut tie had remained in different. although he had seen the gath ering of the foolish peasantry. He went early to bed and slept through the rum bles of cannon. At dawn he was a awak ened by Jeremiah Pitt, a young shipmas. ter, who summonses him to go to the nid of Lord Cillcloy. a follower of Monmouth, who hud been wounded and had taken shelter In the home of a yeoman. Bayne*. Blood dresses and. providing himself with a kit of surgeon's Instruments, mounts be hind Pitt and rides to the house of Baynes. . Peter Blood bud set out upon bis Odyssey. (Continued From Yesterday.) CHAPTER II. KIRKE'S DRAGOONS. Oglethorpe's farm stood a mile or so to the south of Bridgewater on the right bank of the ri*er. On the of Mr. Baynes and her comely daugh ter. Mr. Blood knelt to his task. He was still Intent upon it a half-hour later when the dragoons Invaded the homeRtead. ly.s lordship showed con siderable alarm, and the battle-stained Jeremy Pitt sped to cover in a clothes-press. Baynes was uneasy and his wife and daughter trembled. "Why, wjuit’s to fear?” Mr. Blood reassured them. "It’s a Christian country, thts, and Christian men do not make war upon the wounded, nor upon those who harbor there ” ■Vnd then they came rattling and clanking into the stone-flagged hall— a round dozen jack-booted, lobster coated troopers of the Tangters regi ment, led by a sturdy black-browed fellow with a deal of gold lace about the breast of his coat. The captain stamped forward to the day-bed, and scowled down upon the grey-faced sufferer. "A damned rebel, and that’s enough for me. Out with him my lads.” Mr. Blood got between the daybed and the troopers. "In the name of humanity. sir!" said he, on a note of anger. "This is Tlin Arrest of Peter Blood. bridge, ns they had been riding out of Bridgewater, they had met a van guard of fugitives from the field of battle; hoarse voices cried a warning that merciless pursuit was not far behind. But as I’ltt's direction was a southward one, bringing them ever nearer to Feversham's headquarters, they were presently clear of that hu man flotsam and jetsam of the bat tle. In the spacious, stone flagged hall, the doctor found Lord tlildoy stretched on a cane day-bed in care r-- ' New York --Day by Day v___ By O. O. MrINTYKK, Paris. Sept. 10.—The average •tourist selects out of Paris what is least Parisian for his sight seeing. Paris to him is the Champs Klysecs | and the shops of the line do Kivoli. I These are no more tho real Paris | than Broadway is Ni w York today ^ I prowled about in the Latin Quarter. I drovr nvr-r-In one of the comic little open faced cart.ages with a driver who must have been no. He was just as comic §s his vehicle in his patent leather high hat. green coat and bright yellow bow tie.. I walked Into the queer little streets that the ordinary visitor does not see—the subtle, evasive and hid den Paris. It was lunch hour and In the old houses Mama and Papa were having their loaf of bread and jug of wine—lunching as is the custom in the. bedroom. Youngsters In black smocks and woollen shoes gaily shouted on tho sidewalks. I toiled up the many deep stone steps that lead one into thfij sordidly picturesque. There were, painters at the musty attic windows, j sculptors on the roof tops and vir tuoso wielding violin hows. This Is the drab section from which blossoms more poetry and romance than any other place In the world. People know how to live here in squalor. It Is not the squalor of the M*w York tenements. It is the squalor of men and women who aifi; ready to starve for Ideals. And what a contrast to our Green-1 wich Village with Its jitney cults and artificial pose! Even old men and women who have f..ilcd have not lost the joie de vlvre. It is a quality com mon to all. It is a survival of youth that refreshes the spirit. In the Latin Quarter ono finds great friendliness. I put in at. a two table sidewalk, cafe for a light re freshment. Across from me was a pale faced youth In toe black and white hat and flowing tie ot the quar. ter. lie Is a poet anil rather hesitant ly showed me a slight volume of terse he had written and published him sHf. Here was a chevalier In an un chivalrous age. He would aicept no payment for his volume nor would he permit me to pay for his pint liotile of mild wine. A dreamer knocking his head against the stars and I left him heavily depressed. Back at my hotel I was pleasantly surprised by the beaming and cher ubic face of It. M. Brinkerhoff, the newspaper artist and magazine illus trator. Many years ago Brink, XL T. "Webster, Kay Kobn and I occupied » walk-up Harllm Hat. We cut our own hair, wore each other's neckties end cooked and washed dishes. He is living In Paris and putting on cul ture. I am for high ideals in Art—hut a little Montmartre after dark. Later we were Joined by Hamer t.'ioy, a fel low Missourian, who wrote “West of tno Witter Tower." Froy also Is living In Paris for a time. As he appears i "coy's new book "R. F. It. No. 3" lias probably heen released. It l« an other farm novel and as Oroy says •'Opens in the hog lot and ends in i mow; the lug emotional , iii -’ where the mules run off with the new Btudebaker wagon.’* The acorn. Is laid on the old ('my horn* farm In Nordaway couniy where he was born. He any* it will prob ably be tiie only money ever made out of Hie farm. <'toy. Brink and I re. pa11re<| to n Fafe fie la 1’iiix sfdew’alk table and annoyed a number of placid I'urislana with our conversational * follery nnd high Jinking. It Is always warming to meet oid friends so far from home. (r*i>pyilfht, J924.) England, not Tangier*. The gentle man Is In sore case. He may not be moved without peril to his life.' ’ Captain Hobart was amused. "Do you think it's to benefit his health we's taking him? There's gal lows heing planted along the road from Weston to Bridgewater, and he'll serve for one of them as well as another. Colonel Kirke'U learn these noncomforming oafs something they'll not forget in generations." "You're hanging men without trial? Faith, then, it's mistaken I am. We're in Tangiers, after all, it seems, where your regiment belongs.” The captain considered him with a kindling eye and soldier recognized soldier. "Who the hell may you be?" he exploded. “My name is Blood, air—Peter Blood, at your service." "Aye—aye! Codso! That's the name. You were in French service once, were you not? Five years ago, or more, you were in Tangiers." "That is so. I knew your colonel." "Faith, you may be renewing the acquaintance.” The captain laughed unpleasantly. "What brings you here, sir?” 'Till* wounded gentleman. I was fetched to attend him. I am a mod icus." "A doctor—you?" Scorn of that lie —as he conceived it—rang in the heavy, hectoring voice. Mr. Blood's smile annoyed him. "I am a physician ptarticing my calling in the town of Bridgewater.'' "Which you reached by way of Lyme Regis in the following of your bastard duke.” It. was Mr. Blood’s turn to sneer. "If your wlc-were as big as your voice, my dear, it's the great man you’d Is- bv this. Ye ll lie remember ing, captain, that Lord (loldoy will have friends and relatives on the Tory side, who’ll have something to say to Colonel Kirke if his lerdship should lie handled like a common fel on. You'll go warily, captain, or, as I've said, it's a halter for your neck ye'll lie weaving this morning.” Captain Hobart swept the warning aside with a bluster of contempt, but he acted upon it none the less. "Take up tin day-bed.” said lie. "and convey him on that to Bridgewater. Hodge him in the gaol until I take orders about hint." As his lordship was carried out. the captain became brisk. Mr. Blood saw no profit to himself in lingering. "By your leave, it's a very good day i'll he wishing you," sahl he. "By my leave, you'll remain awhile." the captain ordered him. Mr. Blood shrugged, and sat down. The captain opened the press, took the huddled inmate by the collar of Ain’t It a Grand and qiorious Feeling By Briggs vajhei'J The vajipe. ask^ You fb STOP liu A CEPTAIW STORE And buy for her one pair. pIMK SILK BLOOi'ACRS. SIZ*! £6 - AMD You meet AM old Pal To U/HOM You TiILL You**. SAD f/SLt, And he SAYS *-»e. Cam Fix it for*- You, AS HE HAS gFfc r4 INJ ThC Si A Ml pr BOAT - aMD, it- se6n'S,he Tells H 1.5 5TCMcxi, mjiTh whom Ht CAM SPCaW PRAMKLV AS HE HAS HAD HER Port A L0kj6i Tin^G - • AMD SHE 5AYS ALE Ri(3HT vSKSLL. ff\j Y THEM - AMI> - in The AACAN Tir-if=_ You u>OR«y about it mot KWOI/UIW& Jugt whether YoUT*- PAL '5 CjOlMG To MAKE GOOD oh mot 4 /VMD Them a Pov' BrikjOS Ikj A PaCI<a6« > / v - * '' OOMGR3 SlU'M I M-M-BOY? * AIM T IT A GR-RR-RANl AMD GlOR R RlOUS Teelin ? / 1 _ I his doublet, and lugged him out into the open. "And who the devil's this?" quoth he "Another nobleman'.*" Mr. Blood had a vision of those gal lows of whirh Captain Hobart had spoken. On the spot he invented not only a title but a whole family for the young rebel. "Faith, ye've said it. Captain. This is Viscount Pitt, first cousin to Mir Thomas Vernon, who's married to that slut Moll Kirke. sister to your own colonel, and sometime lady in waiting upon King James' queen." Until-the captain and his prisoner gasped. But whereas thereafter young Pitt discreetly held his peace, the captain rapped out a nasty oath. "Ketch him along to Bridgewater And make fast that fellow also," he pointed to Baynes. "We'll show him what It means to harbor and comfort rebels. And take this fellow with you." He pointed to Mr. Blood, "Faith it will suit me very well," raid he. "For Bridgewater is iny destina tion." "Your destination there will be the gaol.” "Ah, bah! Ye're surely Joking!” "There's a gallows for you If you prefer It. It's merely a question of now or later.'* Ilude hands seised Mr Blood. Pin ning him to the ground, they tied his wrists behind his back, then roughly pulled him to his feet again. The soldiers trailed out by the door lead Ing to the interior. Mr. Blood was thrust by his guards into the couit yard, where Pitt and Haynes already waited. There were sounds of rend ing timbers, the shouts and laughter of brutal men; finally alsive all other sounds came the piercing screams of a woman In acutest agony. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) THE NEBBS LITTLE MISS MUFFET. Directed for 1 he Omaha nee by Sol rte*» I / WIWKT D\0 UOBfcTiO WlBUCK WBOIST ^ , WlCD Cfvvces 7 D'D / D\D HE • HCSAaDTHDA \l wereihe riME$r thpct fl EvEQ PftSSED MIS UP5 , ftNJD WHKT A. JEWEL y </ ft wOMftfsl MUST 3C Mi N \ WHO COULD COOK ) J \UKE “THAT ^ ^ \ -J Zb^D UL fv4KT ? \ ( 'aJwW DOMT SCO WvMTL | - UM “TO DvmmEQ SO^L Df\y ? 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