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{T f{omanct <f the Spantshjtfalrk CAPTAIN RLOOirJ^ &■ RAFAEL SABATINI S-S&-1 (Continued From Saturday) "I am negligent of your lordship's loncems in my consideration of my own. You'll be wishing me to land fou at Port Royal.’’ "At Port Royal?” The little man •qulrmed wrathfully on his seat. Wrathfully and at length he Informed Blood that they had put Into Into Port Royal last evening to find Its deputy governor absent. "He had gone on some wildgoose chase to Tortuga after buccaneers, taking the Whole of the fleet with him." "Is Rlvarol aware of this?" Blood cried sharply. It was the Dutch admiral who an swered him. "Vould lie go dere if he were not? M. de Rlvarol he take some of our men prisoners. Berhnbs dey dell him. Berhaps he make dem tell. Id is a great obbordunidy.” "Perhaps it will he best." M. de Rlvarol took up a paper. "Before go ing further, I have to observe that M. de Cussy has exceeded his Instruc tions in admitting you to one-fifth of the prizes taken.’’ ‘‘Tlmt is a matter between yourself and M. de Cussy, my general." ’’Oh, no. It is a matter between myself and you.” "Your pardon, mv general. The articles are signed. So far as we are concerned, the matter is closed." “But nom de Dieu! It is your eon cern, I suppose, that we cannot award you more than one-tenth share.’’ ’’You are quite certain of that, M. le Baron; that you cannot?" "I am quite certain that I ^ will not.” "In that case,” said Blood, "it but remains for me to present my little account for our disbursement, and to fix the sum at which we should be compensated for our loss of time and derangement in coming hither. That settled, we can part friends, M. le Baron. No harm has been done.” "What the devil do you mean?” ■•Is it possible that I am obscure? My French, perhaps, is not of the purest, but—” "Oh, your French is fluent enough: too fluent at moments, if I may per mit myself the observation. Now. look you here, M. le FilibuHtier, you have accepted service of the king of France, you and your men. The first obligation of an officer is obedience. You are not to conceive yourselves, as you appear to be doing, my allies in the enterprises I have in view, but my subordinates. In me you behold a commander to lead you, not a com panion or an equal." "Oh, he sure that I understand," Captain Blood laughed. He was re covering his normal self amazingly under the inspiring stimulus of con fllet. The only thing that marred his enjoyment was the reflection that f— New York --Day by Day >' By O. O. M’INTYRB. New York, Oct. 5.—A page from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys Up betimes and off with my wife, poor wretch, to purchase a chaise longue, nor do I understand why they no longer call it a sofa, albeit I held my tongue. Thence to an Inn and sat about with Samuel Blythe, Mark Sullivan and Fred C. Kelly, the scriveners, and drank an orange drink, very tasty, and we talked of convention reporting and I averred the best hit was written by Alfred Segal of Cln clnnati a few months ago. Through the town and Idled In front of a window, casting covetous eyes on a fine walking stick, and while trying to make up a vacillating mind a man came along and bought It and so all the way home glum at m> indecision. In the evening with Meredith Nicholson to see the anti -s of the Four Marx Brothers and then to an inn filled with stale tobacco smoke and nondescript groups. So to bed. | ' The matrimonial agency papers have more circulation in New York than in all the rest of the country combined. The reason, of course. Is the loneliness New York Imposes. Im migrant men and women are the most likely prospects. A very small per ventage of these marriages turn out happily. As a rule, both prospective bride and groom are schemers. Broadway Is harking to a new oasi« on West Forty-sixth street. The front is one of those innocent looking pastry shops. The window Is filled with the frosted hits In many colors Back of a screen near the kitchen door is a trap door that opens to push button signals. One walks down a flight of stairs Into what looks like a wareroom for crockery and canned goods. Another door opens to certain raps and one steps Into a magnifi cent bar. Four drink mixers arc on duty—serving everything from beer to rare cordials. He Is a. trembling old mnn with n thin stubble of white heard and n face gnarled by the snow of many winters. Along by the library wall on Forty second street he mnkes his “pitch.1' selling 10-cent microscopes. He shows gaping crowds wlcgllng things In water and crawling things In dried prunes. His voice Is only a whisper, but he tries patiently to car ry on. A little boy stepped up to the stand and asked to see. He adjusted the microscope to the lad’s eye nnd told him of the things he beheld so largely magnified. The child dug down In his rompers nnd brought out a little purse from which he extracted a lone dime. He held It out to the old man. "No, son,” he said, "keep your dime. Take one as a gift." The boy romped away with awkward thanks. And the old man mumbled: "I once had five little fellows like that. I wonder where they are now?” A natty fashion of the Bowery of *0 years ago has been revived by the 6 o’clock strollers on Fifth avenue. The cane Is now carried by the ferule end with the bend or crook hanging down. Richard Harding Davis, who used to prowl about the Row ary nnd was known there an "Dickie," brought the fad to that section. “Dickie” Davie was known as ft ■111c atocklng Journnlist, yet he waa an Intimate of the late Steve Brodle and Chuck Conners. He did not let a week go by without dropping Into Steve’s famous old saloon. Brodle always referred to him as "the square 4ude.” (Copyright. 1114.) he had not shaved. "I forget nothing, j I assure you, my general. 1 do not forget, for instance, as you appear to be doing, that the articles tve signed are the condition of our serv ice; and the articles provide that we receive one-fifth share. Refuse us that, and you cancel our services with them. From that moment we cease to have the honor to hold rank In the navies of the king of France.” Captain Blood rose, his officers rose with him. Captain Blood bowed. “M. le Baron!” said he. “You shall he advised of my re solve,” M. le Baron retorted. That resolve proved to be Captain Blood's way next official business brought these two together. Wolver stone was the cause of Captain Blood hunting audience with the admiral while he sat at dinner. The Old Wolf had retorted with his ready fist a mocking Frenchman's remarks and had been tiling in Jail. M. de Rivarol bade his visitor be admitted. There entered now Into his pres ence a spruce and modish gentleman, dressed with care and somber rich ness in black and silver, his swarthy, clear-cut face scrupulously shaven, his long black hair in ringlets that fell to a collar of line point. In his right hand the gentleman carried a broad black hat with a scarlet ostrich plume, in his left hand an ebony cane. His stockings were of silk, a bunch of ribbons masked his garters and the black rosettes on his shoes were finely edged with gold. “Your people have arrested the wrong man, M. de Rivarol,” Captain Blood began. “Instead of the French officer, who used the grossest provo cation, they have arrested Captain Wolverstone. It is a matter which 1 beg you to reverse without delay.” “Sir, you—you are insolent! But of insolence that is intolerable!” "M. le Baron, you waste words. Justice is Justice In the new world as in the old. That justice I invite you, with submission, to administer.” "With submission?" snorted the baron in furious scorn. "At the same time I will remind M. le Baron that my buccaneers num ber 800; your troop 500; and M. dc Cussy will inform you of the inter esting fact that any one buccaneer is equal in action to at least three soldiers of the line.” • "You will do me the favor to wait in the ante room. M. le Capitaine. I desire a word with M. de Cussy." When the door had closed, the baron loosed his fusy upon the head of M. do Cussy. "So, these are the men you have enlisted in the king's service, the men who are to serve under me! What explanations do you offer me. M. de Cussy? I warn you that 1 am not pleased with you. I am, In fact, as you may perceive, exceedingly angry." The governor seemed to shed his chubbiness. He drew himself stiffly erect. "M. 1 Baron, it was folly to have arrested the buccaneer captain. It would lie madness to persist. We have not the forces to meet force.” M. de Rivarol condescended to be mollified. It was necessary that he should save his face. "Very well," he Bald. "Be so good as to recall this Captain Blood.” The captain came In, assured and very dignified. M. de Rivarol found him detestable; but dissembled It. "M. le Capitaine, I have taken counsel with M. le Oouverneur. From what he tells me. it is possible that a mistake has been committed. Your captain shall be released.” Captain Blood bowed. "And now, sir, you have had the night for reflection in this matter of the articles. Am I to understand that you confirm or that you repudi ate them?" "I have considered that, too." he announced. “And whilst my opinion remains unaltered, I must confess that since M. de Cussy has pledged us, it is for us to fulfill the pledges. The articles are confirmed, sir.” Blood and his officers were sum moned a Week later to u council which sat to determine their operations against Spain. M. de Rivarol laid before them a project for a raid upon the wealthy Snanish town of Carta gena, which ..as rich in gold loot Captain Blood professed astonish ment. Sourly Invited by M. de Riva rol to state his grounds for it, he did so with the utmost frankness. "You mean, sir. that we are to sail across the Caribbean on an adven turous expedition, neglecting that which lies here at our very door. In our absence, a Spanish invasion of French Hispaniola is possible. If we begin by reducing the Spaniards here, that possibility will be removed. We shall have added to the crown of Franco the most coveted posses sion in the West Indies." Captain Blood laughed outright. He had suddenly read the baron's mind. M. de Rivarol, Intrigued by hi* mirth, scowled upon him disapprovingly. "Why do you laugh, monsieur?” ''Because I discover here an irony thnf Is supremely droll. You, M. le Baron, general of the king's armies by land and sea In America, propose an enterprise of a purely buccaneer ing character; whilst I, the bucca neer, am urging one that is more concerned with the upholding the hon or of France. You perceive how droll it is.” “M. le Filibuster,” cried Rivarol in a thick voice, •’it seems that 1 must again remind you that I ani your superior officer." "My superior officer! You! Why. you are just a common pirate! M. le Baron, I have the honor to wish you goodday.” He stalked out, and his three cap tains, although they thought him mad, rolled after him in loyal silence. Nevertheless, it was to Cartagena hat they sailed in the middle of March. Volunteers and negroes had brought up the forces directly under M. de Rlvarol to twelve hundred men. With these he thought he could keep the buccaneer contlnger in order and submissive. They made up an imposing fleet, led by M. de Rivard's flagship, the Victorleuse. n mighty vessel of eighty guns. Each of the four other French ships was at least as powerful as Blood's Arabella, which was of forty guns. Followed the lesser buccanee' vessels, the Elizabeth, Lachesis and Atropos. and a dozen frigates laden with stores, besides canoes and small craft in tow. CHAPTER XXIV. CARTEOENA. Having crossed the Caribbean in the teeth of contrary winds, it "'as. not until the early days of April that the French fleet hove In sight of Cartagena, and M. Rivarol summoned a council aboard his flagship to de termine the method of assault. "It Is of importance, messieurs," he told them, "that we take the city hv sunrise, not only before it can i>t11 •Itself into a state of defense; but be. fore it J-an remove its treasures in land. l propose to land a force suffi cient to achieve tills to the north of the city toniyht after dark." (To He (iintlnonl Tomorrow.) 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