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'/TRomance of the SpantehJMain Captain Bloo: ■At RAEAEL SABATINI “CAPTAIN BLOOU,n a Vltagraph picture with •?. Warren Kerrigan in the title role, is an adaptation of this thrilling novel. • (Continued From Yesterday.) CHAPTER XIV—Con. From the quarter rail Mademoiselle d’Oregon looked down with glowing eyes in breathless wonder upon her well-beloved hero. Gloriously heroic die seemed as he stood towering there, masterful, audacious, beautiful. He saw her, and with a glad shout sprang tow’ards her. The Dutch mas ter got In his way with hands uphold to arrest his progress. Levaseur did not stay to argue with him: he was too impatient to reach his mistress, lie swung the poleaxe that he car ried. and the Dutchman went down in blood with a cloven skull. The eager lover stepped across the body and came on, his countenance joy ously alight. But mademoiselle was , shrinking now. in horror. In a bound her well-beloved was beside her. But she still shrank even within his em brace, which would not be denied: n look of dread had come to temper the 1 normal arrogance of her almost per fect face. "Why, why did you kill him?’’ He laughed as a hero should: and answered her heroically, with the tolerance of a god for the mortal to whom he condescends: "He stood be tween us. Let his death be a symbol, a warning. Let all who would stand between us mark It and beware.” It was so Splendidly terrific, the gesture of it was so broad and fine and his magnetism so compelling, that she ca^jt her silly tremors and yielded hersolf freely. Intoxicated, to ills fond embrace. Thereafter he swung her to his shoulder, and step ping with ease beneath that burden, bore her in a sort of triumph, lustily cheered his men. to the deck of his own ship. Her inconsiderate brother might have ruined that romantic scene but for the watchful Cahusac, who quietly tripped him up, and then trussed him like a fowl. Thereafter, what time the Captain languished in his lady's smile within the cabin, Cahusac was dealing with the spoils of war. The Dutch crew was ordered Into the longboat, and bidden go to the devil. Fortunately, ns they numbered fewer than 30, the longboat, though perilously over crowded. could yet contain them. Next, Cahusac having inspected the cargo, put the quartermaster and a score of men aboard the Jongvrouw,1 and left It to follow La Fourde, which he now headed south for the Leeward islands. , The lady's brother was presently conducted to the cabin. The captain rose to receive him. bending his stal wart height to avoid striking t>o cabin roof with his head. Madem oiselle rose. too. "Why this?" she asked Levasseur, pointing to her brother's pinioned wrists. "I deplore it." said he. 'I desire - ■ * - New York --Day by Day --—* By 0. O. M’INTYRE. Paris, Sept!”IS —One always leaves Paris with a twinge of regret. We are off on the giant Leviathan Tues day. Almost any city loses Its glam our when you sre going home. And nothing seems so pleasing just now as the first glimpse of Miss Liberty down the bay. There are thousands of Americans, young men and girls, stranded here caught in the turbulent currents of the swift life of Paris. They see your name among hotel arrivals and send you beseeching letters for fi nancial aid. They are starving for a ' sight of home. This morning T visited the dog mar ket on the boulevard Saint-Marcel and the bird market on the quay near ls'otre Dame. They are colorful spots. One must soak up a little culture— along with other things—and so I went to the Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa Just to have something to refer to. Luncheon was had al fresco at a little cafe Oscar Wilde used to fre quent. I gave the waiter a franc for his casual services and he was surly. Yet all the French people In the place gave him only a penny for the same service. Afterward In a fiacre to prowl about Innumerable little book stalls on the left bank of the Seine. The book sellers there have such a candid benevolence for their wares that It is a pleasant Jaunt. It Is a French lawf that all good books must be printed In cheap paper back editions within the reach of the humblest citizen. I purchased Carlyle's history of the French Revolution for three francs. Back at my hotel I found Arthur Moss. He Is a transplanted Bohemian from Greenwich Village ar\d the oracle of the Latin quarter. He edits a magazine and writes a column "Over the River" for the Paris Times. Perhaps the greatest meeting plaee for Americans is in the New York bar on Hue Daunou. Roy P.arton. a New York pianist ami singer. Is the a tractlon In the grill. lie sings the me! odles of Rroadway and marooned Americans drop tears In their wine. Frenchmen wear more spats than people of any other nation. There are Innumerable spat shops In the center of town. White and tan linen spats are the best sellers. There Is a sinister little beer shop on the Boulevard de Cllchy that 1s lit by a single lantern with a ghostly light. It Is called the Neant—of Nothingness—and here shimmers find amusement In drinking beer off cof fins. Most Americans shrink at snails hut eat lobsters and oysters. The snail feeds on vegetation and lobsters anil oysters are scavengers. I have found the anall the most, delectable dish In Paris. I think I could eat a hatful for breakfast any morning. One of the best laughs of Paris Is the American glass of soda water. It Is one of the strangest mixtures ever concocted and tastea more like glue than the real thing. There la very much blaoh about the French ladles good taste In clothes. The best dressed woman I have seen In Parts Is Msybelle Manning, a New York designer of clothes. In fact, nearly all the attractively gowned women one sees in Paris and Dean vllle are from America. Some dat American dressmakers may discover that a frock does not need a Paris lshe( to be chic. (Copyright, 1#24 I ) It to end. Let M. d’Ogeron give me his parole . . "I give you nothing. ■'Henri, this is foolish! You are not behaving as my brother. You " "Little fool. Don’t you perceive your wicked folly in the harm it has brought already? Lives have been lost—men have died—that this mon ster might overtake you. And don’t you yet realize where you stand—In the power of this beast, of tills cur born In a kennel and bred In thieving and murder?” He might have said more but that Levasseur struck him across the mouth. Mademoiselle suppressed a scream, as the youth staggered back under the blow. “You see,” he said simply. "He strikes a man whose hands ure bound.” The simple words, and more than the words, their tone of ineffable disdain aroused the passion that never slumbered deeply in Levasseur. He opened the door, and flung her brother through It. “Put that rubbish under hatches until I call for it again,” he roared, and shut the door. Composing himself, he turned to the girl again with a deprecatory smile. But no smile answered him from her set face. She had seen her beloved hero’s nature in curl papers. Fear growing to panic was written on her face, as she stood there lean ing for support against the table. lle caught her, seized her in his long arms and pulled her to him. “No. no!” she panted. “Yes, yes,” he mocked her. and his mockery was the most terrible thing of all. He crushed her to him brutal ly. deliberately hurtful because she resisted, and kissed her whilst she writhed in his embrace. Someone knocked. Cursing the in terruption, Levasseur strode off to open. Cahusac stood before him. The Breton’s face was grave. He cam to report that they had sprung a leak between wind and water, the conse. quence of damage sustained from one of the Dutchman’s shots. In alarm Levasseur went off with him. Ahead of them a low cloud showed on the horizon, which Cahusac pronounced one of the northermost of the Virgin Islands. "We must run for shelter there, and careen it," said Levasseur. "I do not trust this oppresive heat. A storm may catch us before we make land.” “A storm or something else," said Cahusac grimly. “Have you noticed (hat?" He pointed away to starboard Levasseur looked and caught his breath. Two ships that at the distance seemed of considerable burden were heading towards them some five miles away. For the remainder of that day Levasseur's thoughts were of anything but love. lie remained on deck, his ryes now upon the land, now upon those two slowly gaining ships. To run for the open could avail him nothing, and In his leaky condition would provide an additional danger. He must stand at bay and fight. And then, towards evening, when within three miles of shore and when he was about to give the order to strip for battle, he almost fainted from relief to hear a voiee from the crow’s-nest above announce that the larger of the two ships was the Arabella. Its companion was presumably a prize. Levasseur put, off in a boat ac companied by Cahusac and two of fleers, and went to visit Captain Blood aboard the Arabella. “Our brief separation has been mighty profitable." was Captain Blood's greeting. "It’s a busy morn ing we’ve beth had." The tall ship that accompanied the Arabella was a Spanish vessel of 26 guns, the Santiago from Puerto Rico, with 120.000 weight of cacao, 40,000 pieces of eight, and the value of 10,000 more in jewels. A rich cap ture of which two-fifths under the . articles went to Levassehr and his crew. Of the money and Jewels a division was made on the spot. The cacao It was agreed should be taken to Tortuga to be sold. Then It was the turn of Levaseur, and Mnrk grew the hrow of Captain Blood as the Frenchman's tale was unfolded. At the end he roundly ex pressed his disapproval. Bt>t Levasseur answered him. as he had answered Cahusac, that a ship was a ship, ami It was ships they needed against their projected entei prise. Perhaps because things had gone well with him that day, Blood ended by shrugging the matter aside. Thereupon Levasseur proposed that the Arabella and Its prize should re turn to Tortuga there to unload the cacao and enlist the further adven turers that could now be shipped. Levasseur meanwhile would effect certain necessary repairs, and then proceed south, awaiting his admiral at Saltatudoa for their enterprise against Maracaibo. To Levasseur's relief, Captain Blood not only agreed. Inn pro flounced himself ready to set sail at once. No sooner had the Arabella depart ed than- Levasseur brought his ships into the lagoon, and set his crew to work upon the erection of temporary quarters ashore for himself, his men, and his enforced guests during the careening and repairing of La Fondre. At sunset that evening the wind freshened; it grew to a gale, and from that to such a hurricane that Levasseur was thankful to find him self ashore and his ships in sate shelter. _I CHAPTER XV. The Ransom. Tu the glory of the following morn ing, sparkling and dear after the storm, with an Invigorating, briny tang in the air from the salt ponds on the south of the island, a curious scene was played on the beach of the Virgen Magre, af the foot of a ri<Jge of bleached dunes, beside the spread of sail from which Levasseur had im provised a tent. Enthoned upon an empty cask sat the French filibuster to transact Im portant busines: the business of mak ing himself safe w ith the Governor I of Tortuga. 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