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'{T Romance of the ^pantch^tain. ^ Qmptain Block {& RAFAEL SABATINl Continued From ftaturdnr.) CHAPTER XV—Continued. X retuse—utterly and absolutely, <Jo you understand? So do vour worst and be damned for a filthy Pirate.” cried l'Ogeron. "Ilemember your sister's honor Is In pawn to me. Should you forget to return with the dowry, you W’ill not consider it unreasonable that I forget to marry her.” M. d'Ogeron observed the grey despair that had almost stamped the beauty from her face. "No, you dog! A thousand times, no!” "I beg that you will spare your self and your sister,” said the cap tain, "by being reasonable. I have been too modest. But since I have said 20.000 -■-» r.f eight, 20,000 pieces it s. i! “And for what, o . i you said 20,000 pieces of eight? Startled, Ijevasseur and his officers looked up and around. On the crjst of the dunes behind them. In sharp silhouette against the deep cobalt In the sky, they beheld a tall, lean figure scrupulously dressed in black with silver lace, a crimson ostrich plume curled about the broad brim of Ills hat affording the only touch of color: Under that hat was the tawny face of Captain Blood. "Grand morning, my captain," said he. "It was last night's hurricane compelled our return. But who are these?” fjevasseur gnawed his lip. and changed color. But he controlled himself to answer civily: "As you see. two prisoners." "Ah! Washed ashore In last night's gale, eh?” * "Not so.” Levasseur contained himself with difficulty before that Irony. "They were in the Dutch brig." "I don't remember that you men tioned them before.” "I did not. They are prisoners of my own—a personal matter. The} are French.” ,, _ . "French!” Captain Blood s light eyes stabbed at T,evasseur, then at the prisoners. XXe frowned thought fully upon Levasseur. "Yesterday you surprised me by making war upon the friendly Dutch But now it seems that not even your own countrymen are safe from you. “Have X not said this is a matter personal to me?” "Ah! And their names?" The prisoner answered for him. "I am Henri d'Ogeron, and thi3 is my sister.” “DOgeron?” Captain Blood stai New York --Day by Day \_—.-——-J uy o. n. M irs nRE. Cherbourg. Sept. 21.—At Care Ft. Bazars, where a special train depart ed for Cherbourg, was a picturesque old American negro. He moved In and out of the crowds crying: "When you get back to sausages and buck wheat cakes think of me. I'se sure a homesick darkey.” It seemed rather hearties# to leave \ the old fellow behind. Americans rarely see Paris going to work until they embark for their steamer. New York is glum and sullen going to work. Paris is light-hearted. Every - * body is chattering and laugh'ng. The bland curiosity of the French I man is at times disconcerting ..o I Americans. He is rarely in a hurry and when he walks along he makes f somewhat a ceremony of his stroll. If you am sitting at a sidewalk talle he may stop in front of you and in spect you from head to foot and pass on. There is no offense intended and he does not resent you inspecting him. When you step into the tiny hotel lifts the operator Invariably looks you over completely'. So at the Gare St. Eazare returning Americans are always subject to the inspection of the Idly curious at the tram gates. I saw many familiar faces among those on the first lap of the trip home. Fanny Hurst and her husband waved a friendly greeting. P.ud FNher, the cartoonist; I.ew- Cody, Marshal N'eilan, Blanche Sweet, were among those around the gates. The French porter can 'arry more baggage than any porter in the w-,.rid He has a strap contrivance which a ds him in carrying as many as Is pieces of luggage. They arc husky, good natured fellows. French hotels and trains do not compare with ours in comfort an 1 service. The annoying custom of lining up outside your door at hotels for tips uhen you leave Is exasperat ing. I counted "0 who were waiting for me. Eut my Scotch instincts stood me in good stead. The best dressed man in Paris is Prince Andre of Greece and DenmaiV. His hair is combed back straight from his forehead and he is the kind who can wear a monocle in the swim mlng pool. He goes hatless most of the time and has a dazzling color scheme in cravats, shirts and walking sticks. The most celebrated of the Ameri can newspaper correspondents In Paris Is C. F. Bertelll. Strangely enough for a journalist, Mr. Bertelll occupies a magnificent estate near Paris. He entertains lavishly and Is a figure In the smart social circles. He has perhaps scored more heats than any of the correspondents hue and Is regarded as the shrewdest re porter In Europe. The last night !n Paris brings many headaches. It Is the. final fling with Its accompanying remorse. One fellow came to the train In evening clothes carrying a bottle of rham page* In each hand. Tarrying rham pagn* any place In France Is like taking a ham sandwich to a banquet. Cherbourg Is shout eeven houis from Paris, but s*»ms remote as Tlmbuctoo. tv* prowled shout the quaint nld city picking Up a few souvenirs and waiting the arrival of the Leviathan. It won sn inspiring sight ns the tender neared It—the mightiest ship on the sen. It v>ns good to see the American flag and hear the hand playing Dixie. Ever, body gave a rousing eheer Dusk hnd settled when we steamed away for the mighty deep And everybody turn'-d In. A tragic figure a' f'l.erlioiirg "ns n mother who, through some rotifuslon r n arrangements, arrived io find toe nurse had left s ft year-old baby in Farls Hhe, of course, iemalned .shore and her anguish was pitiable (Copyright tISt.) ( ed. "Are you related by chance to my good friend the governor of Tortuga?" "He is my father." "The saints perservo us now ! Are you quite mad. Levasseur?" Captain Blood sat down on the cask that Levasseur had lately oc cupied, and looked up blandlv. "I may inform you, to save time, that I heard the entire proposal that you made to this lady and this gentleman, and J’ll also remind you that we sail under articles that admit no anibigui ties. You have fixed their ransom at 20,0(10 pieces of eight. That sum then belongs to your crews and mine in the proportions by the articles os tablished. But what is far more grave is that you have concealed from me this part of the prizes taken on your last cruise, and for such an that the articles provide es that are something severe in character." "Ho, ho!" laughed Levasseur un pleasantly. Then added: “If you dislike my conduct we can dissolve the association." "That is my intention. But we ll dissolve It when and in the manner that I choose, and that will be a;s soon as you have satisfied the articles under which we sailed upon this cruise." "What do you mean?" "I'll accept the situation ss I find it. Yourself you've fixed the ransom of this couple at 20.000 pieces, and. as T gather, the lady Is to be your perquisite. But why should she be your perquisite more than another's, seeing that she belongs by the ar ticles to all of us, as a prize of war" However, I'll not dispute her to you if you are prepared to buy her." "Buy her?" "At the price you have set upon her." "That Is the ransom of the man It is to he paid for him by the gov ernor of Tortuga." "So, no. Ye've set their value a! 20 000 pieces, and for that sum you may have them, since you desire it. hut you’ll pay for them the 20,000 pieces that are ultimately to come to you as the ransom of one and the dowry of the other: and the sum shall be divided among our crews." That Captain Blood should dare ojv pose him with hut a dozen followers whilst he had a hundred at his hack and call never entered the ruffan's mind. But he did not reckon on the cupidity of his own men. They saw 20, (100 pieces within their reach. Levasseur demanded time until he had captured sufficient booty. But Blood would have none of that. Death lurked always in this desperate busi nes. and he added: "Then let some one buy the pris oners who has." "And who do you suppose has It If I have not?" "I have,” said Captain Blood. “You have!" Levasseur's mouth fell open. ‘You. ‘You . . . you want the girl"" Captain Blond drew forth a small hag, 20 pearls poured into his hgnd and Cahusac appraised them as worth the ransom. Levasseur in his anger sprang at Cahusae. and a blow scattered the pearls In the sand. The men dived for them. Levasseur. his hand on his sword, his face a white mask of rage, con fronted Captain Blood. ‘You do not take her while I live!" he cried. "Then I’ll take her when vou’re dead." said Captain Blood, and his own blade flashed In the sunlight. It was soon over. When, with both lungs transfixed, he lay prone on the white sand, coughing out his rascally life, Captain Blood looked calmly at Cahusac across the body. "I think that, cancels the articles between us." he said. With soulless, cynical eyes Ca husar and his mates considered the twitching body of their recent lead er. Captain Blood had brought them to find Levasseur guilty of the one offense they deemed unpardonable, the rrlme of appropriating to himself something which might be con\v-*ed Into gold and shared amongst them all. Whilst still they hesitated. Blond added something to quicken their de clsion. “If you will come to our anchor age. you shall receive at once your share of the booty of the Santiago, that you may dispose of It as you please. They crossed the island, the two prisoners accompanying them, and later that day, the division made, they would have parted companv hut that Cahusac. at the instances of the men who had elected him Levasseur’s successor, offered Captain Blood anew) the services of that French contin gent. ' If you will salt with me again,” F e captain answered him, "you may d" so on the condition that you make your peace with the Dutch, and re store the brig and its rargo." The condition was accepted, and Captain Blood went off to find his guests, the children of the, governor of TortURa Mademoiselle dOperon end her brother—the latter now relieved of his bottle—sat in the (treat cabin of the Arabella, whither they had been conducted. He doffed his feathered hat, and came ofrward to the table. 'Mademoiselle,” said he in his vile but fluent French, "I ben you to dis miss your fears. Aboard this ship you shall be treated with all honor. So soon as vou are In rase to put to sea attain, we steer a course for Tortutra to take you home to your father. And pray do not consider that 1 have bought yon. Count it. if you please, a friendly loan to be repaid entirely ot your convenience." Mademoiselle stared at him In un belief. "Oh. you are noble!" That affair of Mademoiselle d'Ofieron brre as its natural fruit an improvemnt In the already cordial relations between Captain Blood and the governor of Tortuga. It was not difficult then for Captain Blood to recruit able crews, and he might have increased the number of his ships as well, but he decided to hold to the three vessels which were his—the Arabella, the r*a Foudre and the Santiago, which he had rechrlstened (he Elizabeth. (To Ho Continued Tomorrow > The Evidence. The clerks In a bank were finish ing up the day's work and geltlng ready to leav», when the manager rushed Into the room and asked If McGregor, the cashier, had gone home. 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