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The Two Captains
By wcLARK RUSSELL.
Copyritbt 1877. by F. F. Collier.
CHAPTER X.
The Pleasure Crew Arc Transferred.
Nothing log-worthy in a narratlvo
ot incident and oxcltomont happened
CrhlB day. Tho weather was moderato
Xand the brie rolled with fnnmlnir cut
water toward that spot of ocean
"whero Captain Popo hoped to fall In
-with tho Spanish ship from Cadiz, tho
Madre do Dlos.
At sunrise a seaman on tho foro
ryard reportod a sail almost right
ahead about a point on tho starboard
bow. ' Crystal was working away with
tho glass when Popo came on deck.
"Anything good for us thero, d'yo
think, Crystal?" says Pope, in a voice
of sudden elation.
"She's tho Madre," answered Crys
tal. "I'll tell you her story, Pope. Tho
crew from tho start knew that an
)' English plrato was on her track, and
they mutinied, butchered tho officers
and made off with your fifteen thous
and pounds."
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Popo, again
bringing his glass to bear upon tho
-vossel ahead. Indeed Crystal was
.rarely humorous.
In about three-quarters of an hour
tho Gypsy was within easy sight of
tho forlorn green craft
"What is that ship, gentlemen?"
.-said Lord Fltzglbbon, stepping out of
tho companion-way.
"She seems to bo an abandoned
ship," answered Pope, giving tho
"Earl one of his politest bows. Ho
then said to Crystal: "Arm your
selves and go on board of her, sir,
with eight men. Thoroughly over
haul her and report all that may bo
ajood for us."
Crystal struck tho ship at her mlz
sen channel plates, and all but ono,
left to tend tho boat as sho rode to
lior scopo of painter, scrambled over
tho tall green side. They were armed,
He took
but they kept their cutlasses
Ehcathed, for their first glance as sea
men now they wero aboard warrant
ed her abandoned. They paused a mo
ment to listen, and heard nothing but
tho groans of tho aching heart of a
g lorsaken ship, and tho sympathetic
gurgle of water.
"Lift tho mainhatek covers," says
-Crystal, "and find out what she's got
in her hold."
Ho turned to tho door of the deck
house; four men accompanied him.
What surprising object was that,
which, having instantly taken Crys
tal's eye, had brought him to a halt,
tho others Imitating him, ono or two
with an unconscious clutch at their
utlass hilts?
Upon a couch or sofa was spread
tho flag of Portugal, and upon It re
posed tho dead body of a child of
about flvo or six years old; a largo
crucifix with tho figure of the Re
deemer in silver rested upon tho
child's breast, secured to it by two
pieces of silken cord.
Crystal and his men stood by its
side and gazed. Did ever pirates'
yes encounter so holy a sight?
"It's a child," said Crystal, casting
an uneasy look round tho berths as
though ho had expectcd tho mother to
stop forth.
"What woman's gono and left it?"
aw -. . 4 , . !.. a. 1 at.nt. Kfnrlilltinn rt
tho squint.
"It's a girl," said Crystal.
"What's sho got on her breast?"
paid a man.
"Tako it in yer 'and," exclaimed
one.
"By thunder!" roared Crystal. "No
ono hero disturbs It That's the com
pass Iho llttlo un's steering its road
home by. If it wero all gold and pro
clous stones it should bo left there."
This was an outbreak of sentiment,
respectability and emotion which
somewhat astonished tho men, who
witnessed, on a BU".den in this scarred
disfigured seaman, tho expression of
an honest, sturdy British merchant
captain. It was a quickly-fading
J&i phost, and tho looks of the prlvateers
raan reappeared In Crystal, as ,ho
rounded from tho body.
"Search tho cabins," ho shouted,
"and bear a hand."
In the course of about half an hour
Crystal put off from tho abandoned
ship, and arrived on board tho brig.
Ho went up to Pope and his report
was to this effect: Her manifest and
Copyright, 1897, by Dodd, Mead ft Co.
papers woro In Portuguese, and ho
could make nothing of them.
"Sho'll bo from the West Indios,"
said Popo, looking toward her. "From
Demerara, I believe."
"From Demerara going for London.
Dismasted In a heavy squall. Aban
doned by all hands, who left behind
them a llttlo dead child with a silver
crucifix unon Us breast That's how
1 read her story," says Crystal.
"Did you bring that crucifix off?"
says Pope, looking at tho square
man's buttoned up bosom.
"No," answered Crystal, with a sar
castic glare at Pope, whilo ho throw
open his coat, exposing a long red
waistcoat "Neither would you."
"Oh, damn it," cried Popo, with ono
of his arch laughs, "Is it a dead child
that's going to put yo off tho scent,
John? I'll go aboard."
During tho greater part of tho day
tho pirates wero employed in bringing
off tho more valuable and useful of
tho commodities in tho Portuguese
ship. At two bells, flvo o'clock, tho
brig's mainhatch was closed and tho
boats belonging to her hoisted, but the
brig's topsail was still kept aback.
Tho pirates went to supper in the
'tween-decks, and Popo and Crystal
watched tho topsail schooner that had
now dwindled Into tho size of a child's
toy.
"The devils don't Hko theso trans
ferring Jobs," said Crystal. "Strange
that wo should have fallen In with
nothing in tho shapo of cash aboard
her."
"Her people took it away with
them," answered Popo. "I would not
bo locked up alone in her through the
run of a middle watch with that child.
It seemed to smile as I looked. It has
not decayed."
"Supposo It had been alive?" says
Crystal. "You'd have brought her off
and mado a daughter of her."
the crucifix.
"I would not havo a child for that
old man's wealth," said Popo, with an
inclination of his head toward the
Earl in the stern. "Is it a boy? Ho
drags your name through tho kennels,
and tho parish buries tho representa
tive of my honored family. Ho sinks
into tho mould a scarecrow of rags
and sores. Is It a girl? "
Ho was proceeding; Crystal was
grinning as though he was In a fury,
then observing that his looks had
checked Popo, who still continued to
regard tho melting sail, tho square
man said: "I hope thoy left the
crucifix on tho child's breast"
"By this hand," answered Pope, "It
has been added to tho other stock of
plunder in my cabin."
"A curse upon your want of heart,
then!" says Crystal behind his teeth.
After a short, fierce laugh at Crys
tal's face, which was as hard as a
curse, Popo roared out, "Grindal,
send tho Earl's crow aft"
Tho Earl's crow camo aft quickly,
and, with their skipper, ranged them
selves a little abaft tho mainmast
Popo wheeled his face toward tho
bows and snld in a hard, sharp, steady
voice, "Any of you men changed your
minds? Who among you will Join my
flag?"
"Not ono," says Popo, after a pauso,
running his gazo over them with a
cold, faint smile. Again ho paused.
"Grindal," ho shouted, "turn all theso
men into tho Portugueso boats. Off
with yo," ho roared. "You'll find good
accommodation in that hulk."
He pulled out a cigar and lighted
It with his Ingenious machine of
springing flnmo. While he puffed tho
Earl stepped up to him.
"I beg that; you will lot mo accom
pany my crow, sir," ho said..
"No, my lord!" '
"But why, sir but why?" cried
tho old man. "Why should I not bo
suffered to share tho fato of my men,
whatever it may prove?"
"Bring tho boats to tho gangway.
Tumble 'em in, Grindal. Crystal, see
them safely over tho side."
And with as lofty a carriage as my
lord's, Captain Pope, puffing at his
cigar, walked right aft, leaving Earl
Fitzglbbon's entreaty unanswered.
Tho Earl stood fixed to tho deck;
his consternation was heart-shaking.
Father of mercy, tho pirates were pro
ceeding on their voyage! They wero
Loarlng him away alono ? Whatever
was to bo his fato at their hands? Ho
saw the boat reach tho Portuguese
man's sldo. Ho turned to Popo, who
stood coolly smoking nt a llttlo. dis
tance ltkowlso observing tho wreck,
and exclaimed:
"Will thoBO unhappy beings find
fresh water, sir?"
"Plenty, my lord. It must by this
time havo been remarked by you that
wo do not thirst for human llfo," an
swered Popo, very courteously.
"I wish, sir," says my lord, "you
would rellovo my mind by stating
your intentions as regards my dispos
al." "You shall bo Bent homo," answered
Pope. "Havo not I said that? But
beforo wo part and the opportunity
will sooner or later arrive a Btrlct
understanding such aB you, who aro
doubtless a bellover In God, will hon
orably hold by, must bo entered intd.
Thero is time. Wo will discuss this
matter to-morrow."
CHAPTER XI.
The Earl la Released.
Next morning, when breakfast was
ended and tho table cloared, Crystal
was "for going on deck.
"Stop, Jonathan!" Bhouted Popo.
"My lord, keep your scat;" and saying
this ho went Into his cabin, and in
a minuto or two returned, holding
tho crucifix ho had taken from the
dead child's breast, a sheet of paper,
a pot of Ink, and a quill pen.
"Now, my lord," says he, putting
tho sheet of paper and tho pon and
ink beforo tho Earl, "hero aro tho ma
terials with which you aro to mako
out an order upon Child's for two
thousand two hundred guineas."
"What Is that crucifix for?" said tho
Earl, whoso ' agitation on a sudden
was bo oxtremo that ho seemed in
capablo of following what was said.
"To swear you on," says Popo.
Tho Earl started, shot a helpless
look of wrath at Popo, turned a Blow
nnd hopolcss gazo upon Crystal, then
understanding how absolutely ho was
at tho mercy of theso men, and re
flecting that to him his llfo and lib
erty wore qulto worth tho money
asked for, ho wrote. Tho Earl looked
for a llttlo whilo on tho draft as
though considering tho wording of It;
he then handed It to Captain Popo.
saying, "Sir, I havo done my part
This money will bo paid to you on
d'omand If I am suffered to roach Eng
land that I may acquaint my bankers
with my wishes. I do not need that"
He seemed to understand on a sud
den, and passed hl3 hand with a ges
ture of dignity toward the crucifix.
Pope stood smiling. This Bpeech
touched tho chords of his melodramat
ic nature. Ho would havo been pleased
to respond with a light dramatic flour
ish, but could not instantly find ideas.
"Now, my lord," says Pope, after
quietly pockotlng tho draft, then pick
ing up tho crucifix, "you'll bo pleased
to take this In your hand."
"Why, sir?" answered tho Earl,
folding his arms and erecting himself.
"I havo no Bible or Prayer Book,
and I moan to swear you. Tako hold
of this."
Tho Earl saw the temper of resolu
tion strong in tho man's face. Ho was
u helpless old gentleman among pi
rates, and he was wise to do their
bidding. He took tho crucifix.
I should consider mysolf as profano
as Pope, If I recited tho oath ho dic
tated to tho Earl. Enough, if 'tis
said that ho made his lordship swear
in tremendous terms that when ho
wa3 transferred to another vessel ho
would nover repeal to her peoplo, nor
to others, afjoat or ashore, the charac
ter of tho brig ho had left Ho alGO
made tho unhappy old gentleman
swear likewise in tremendous lan
guago that tho draft when presented
would bo honored, that no question
would bo asked, that tho man who re
ceived tho money would bo suffered
to depart without molestation, un
watched, nnd that in all respects tho
matter would bo carried through as
though based and conductod on tho
strjetest lines of honest business.
(To bo continued.)
WANTED PART OF LAST HOUR.
Senator Pettus' Story of the Vanity of
Authors,
Senator Edmund W. Pettus of Ala
bama, Is eighty-two years old. A man
called at his law ofllco in Solma one
day and wanted to read him a thirty
two pago abstract of a will. Senator
Pettus said:
"I am too old to listen to all that
Tell mo in a few words tho abstract's
contents."
"I prefer to read it to you," tho man
insisted.
"Ah," said Mr. Pettus, "you havo
tho author's vanity. You aro llko
Barthe, tho comedian. Bartho called
on a dying man one day with a now
comedy. Ho unrolled It He Bald:
"'Let mo road this to you. You
will laugh.
" 'But consider,' said tho other, 'I
am a dying man.'
"Bartho, Ignoring that objection,
smiled nnd cloared his throat to begin.
" 'Consldor,' tho victim resumed, 'I
havo only nn hour to live.'
" 'But to read my comedy will oc
cupy only a half hour,' said Bartho.
One on the Doctor.
"Somo mon havo funny notions,"
sho said. "There's my doctor, for in
stance. He's always telling ho I'm
foolish to make mysolf uncomfortable
by wearing a corset. Yet one hot day
when ho was Just dying for a llttlo
sympathy I told him ho was foollih
to wear a silk hat and deserved to
suffer. He hasn't been the samo to
mo since."
Valuable Food.
Oilcake is the most valuable form
of food for stock. Throe pounds of oil
cake aro equal to ton pounds of hay
or five pounds ot oats.
MAIDENS OF MUSCLE
MODERN GIRL NOT OF THE
CLINGING VINE VARIETY.
Robust, Independent and Fearless,
She Can Row a Boat or Figure In
Athletic Games After tho Men of
Her Set Give Up.
Tho clinging ivy nnd tho sturdy oak
idea has received Its qulotus. Tho
fragllo woman, much ndorod and
courted by men, is n thing of tho past.
Much to tho rcgrot of tho men, per
haps, has all this happened. It may
bo that thoy long for a return of tho
gontlo mnldon who had to bo shloldcd
from tho sun, whoso most arduous
exorcise was riding in a victoria, who
was so essentially feminine.
There is no chanco for a modern
Sir Walter Ralolgh to spread ltls cloak
over a mud puddlo for a modern
queen. Tho queon would Jump tho
puddlo. It Is distressing for tho mon,
who, for tho sako of self-respect, must
bo stronger and sturdier than tho
women. They must bo tho sturdy
oaks oven If tho ivy refuses to cling.
Their only hope is in developing in
to Samsons. As soon as this has boon
realized thoroughly thoy may bo de
pended on to rush for the physical
culturlsts, tho gymnasiums, and tho
turnvcroins. Tho Amorlcan girl will
force tho American man to hustle for
jnusclo. Then everybody will havo bl
eeps which stand out llko knotted
hawsers, and America will bo tho nth
lotlc wonder of tho world.
"A girl cook in a cap and gown on
a yacht? Why, it's outlandish!"
That's what a man said, and a man
usually knows about things yachting,
but for onco this gentleman with tho
massivo brain has boon mistaken. It
isn't outlandish In tho least. Who
ever found anything that a common
girl might do outlandish, and if thoy
!dld, who would daro say so? v
' A yacht doesn't necessarily mean a
floating palace. Persons of moderato
fortune may indulgo in tho pleasures
-of a small and comfortable yacht
without undue extravagance, and
jthero Is no place whore a girl may
,havo a moro restful or entertaining
'.timo than aboard a yacht. To ex
change tho blinding Bands of a hot
'beach for a boat rocking over tho cool
waves is too enticing an opportunity
for tho averago summer girl to resist
If It comes to her. If Bho likes to
"mes3 around" with cooking and that
sort of thing she will find it excellent
fun to go into tho galley, put out tho
cook In cap and coat and get up a
luncheon or a dinner.
The sweet, pale, clinging woman
has disappeared. Sho who screamed
and fainted on tho slightest provoca
tion has gone. In her placo stands a
woman who is robust, independent
and fearless, and none tho less beau
tiful because sho is strong.
Sho Is as great a dovoteo of out-of-door
games as tho men of her fam
ily. Sho can go Into any sport with
out being stigmatized by Mmo. Grun
dy as vulgar. Sho can carry a rifle
on her shoulder without being called
mannish. Sho knows how to uso a
fishing rod.
Tho golf girl leads In outdoor llfo.
In short skirt and shirt waist sleeves
pushed above her elbows, hatless and
collarless, Bho is regardless of sun
and wind, Sho cares nothing for a
few freckles and an extra coat of tan.
Golf it Uyt xnoA finnaluuj otuno
tho latter 1b gotten rid of all too
easily. A fow weeks ot enforcod in
door life will accomplish that.
Tho tonnls girl is still a familiar
figure on tho lawns of her country
home, for tho game Is as popular as
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it wns when it began tho athletic girl's
career.
Tho modorn athletic girl tvrtniB,
paddles her canoo and rows. Old men
look nt hor with wonder.
"In our days," thoy Bny as hor boat
8ktmB along, "It a woman ventured
on tho wntor at all It was In a flat
bottomed boat. And If that shouhl
tip tho loast bit thero woro Bcronms
and requests to bo tnken ashore Im
mediately. This now girl can row
as well as wo can."
"Really," said ono hoalthy looking
girl to nnothor not long ago, "tho mon
aro gottlng positively rudo nowadays.
It you ask ono to go rowing ho will
scat himself In tho Btorn nnd natu
rally expect you to do all t)io pull
ing." "You shouldn't row so well, then,"
said a mascullno auditor.
Tho majority ot girl athletes pro
fer tho surf bathing to a fresh wntor
dip, for, as ono girl oxprcBScd It,
thoro Is moro crodlt, attached to Bwlm
mtng In tho breakers than to tho snmo
exerclso In still water. Sho no longer
takes hor perfunctory dtp In tho surf,
but swims out Rome dlstnnco nnd then
comes swimming back with long,
steady strokes, which bring admira
tion from tho obsorvcrs.
When sho reaches tho shord sho Is
not In tho least tired and Is qulto
willing to accept n chaljcngo of any
of her male frlonds for a race, In
which, If Bho docs not como In first,
sho Is always a close second.
Sho Is not averso to taking oft hor
shoes nnd stockings onco in n whilo
and dabbling hor feet in tho wntor
when no ono Is looking. That, again,
shows how sho has brokon away from
Uio bounds which onco confined her.
Whon tho wenthor prevents out-of-door
exorcise tho modorn girl docs
not mopo In tho house nnd rend nov
els. Sho has her gymnastic outfit nnd
billiard table.
Whon fall cornea and tho out-of-door
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summer sports havo gone, then tho
modern girl arises early In tho morn
ing and sets out on her long tramps.
Sho may carry a Bhotgun and go un
attended by her dogs to a well-known
covert whero birds may bo found, and
thero she tries her skill as a marks
man. Sho seldom fails to bring homo tho
trophies of her skill, whilo tho glow
on hor cheeks attests to tho healthi
ness of tho sport, and a healthy appo
tlto is another of tho advantages.
Now York World.
IT'S A COBBLESTONE CHURCH.
An Unusual Edifice Put Up by the
Baptists of Elmhurst, L. I.
Built of cobblestones nnd on lines
sugges'ted by an old monastery of
feudal times tho now Baptist Church
at Elmhurst, L. I., Is ono of tho most
novel bits of church architecture on
Long Island. Tho church stands on
Whitney avenuo nnd over since Its
plcturosquo walls began to tako shape
it has attracted attention. Thousands
of passengors traveling to and fro by
trolley and railroad havo wondered at
tho quaint structure.
It is fifty years slnco a Baptist con
gregation existed in tho vicinity of
Elmhurst, which was formerly tho old
vlllngo of Nowtown. Following the
closo of tho civil war tho Baptist So
ciety in that vlllago dissolved and
two years ago tho Rov. , William J.
Noble, a graduato of Brown univer
sity organized a now society and sot
about tho erection of tho 'prosont
church. Now York Sun.
A Cosmopolitan Thoroughfare.
A Jnpanoso family havo opened n
pretty log cabin noar Magnolia, Mass.,
for tho sale of tholr wavos. Right
across la tho Indian store and not far
away a Spanish toa house. Closo by,
too, is an exhibit of orlontal tapestries
and Jeweled trlnkots, while a Ho
brow tailor who prosses pants all day
long completes a cosmopolitan group
of storekeepers.
Lightning Moves Heavy Bed.
Lightning outerod a Springfield
Mass., house one day last weok, and
by a curious freak It movod a heavy
bed, which was pushed against tho
wall, well out into tho middle of tho
room, but did not Injure it In the loast
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Ib a trunk In a shadowed nook
A trunk and ltd lid alio will ott unclose
As If It woro a precious book.
8lio kneels nt Its sldo on tho nttlo boardi
And tenderly, soft and slow,
Sho counts nil tho treasures sho fondt
hoards
Tho tilings of tho long ago.
A yellowing dress, onco tho sheerest
whlto,
That shimmered In Joyous prldo
She looks at It now with tho Rlrl's delight
That wns hers when sho atood a brldo.
Thero Is n ribbon of faded bluo
Sho keeps with tho satin Rown;
BuckloB nnd laco nnd a llttlo shoo;
Badly sho lays that down.
Ono lock of hair that Is golden still
Wltli tho Rold of tho inornliiR sun:
Yes, nnd a tloltlo with frock and frill
Sho lifts them all, ono by one.
Sho lifts them nit to har gontlo lips,
Up thoro In tho afternoon;
Sometimes tho rain from tho eavo trough
drips
Tears with her quavorcd croon.
Up In tho nttlo whero mother rocs
Is a trunk in a snauowca place
A trunk with tho scont of a withered
roso
On tho sntln nnd shoo and lace.
Nono of us touches Its battorcd lid,
Hut safo In Us nlcho It stays ,
Sacred to all that her heart has hid
Gold of tho other days,
W. D. N., in Chicago Tribune.
Sea Serpent Chased Him.
Grovor Wehnos, tho 18-yoar-old son
of President Conrad Wehnos of tho
Gonova, N. Y., common council, is
telling of nn oxporlonce ho had a fow
days ago with a Seneca lako sea
serpont
Ho says ho was sailing Ills yacht
near Kashong Point, whon tho boat
was slowed down by an obstruction.
Ho lifted tho centorboard, and as
tho boat wont ahead ho says ho saw
tho serpont nstorn. It was as big as
a Bhark, round in body and had great
yollow eyes. It kept up with tho
yacht for half a mile, when it sank.
"I wouldn't tako that trip ngain for
?500," ho said. Now York World.
Drawn by Famous Impresario.
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Abbey on tho back of a card in an
swer to a request for his autograph,
Curse Seems to Hold Good.
A recent drowning at BIddeford,
Me., recalls tho old legend of tho
curso put upon tho Saco river by tho
Indian squaw whoso papooso was
thrown from ono of tho cliffs in "Tho
Narrows," by whito men who wanted
to soo If it could swim. That curso
was, as tho legond has It, that no year
thould pass without at least threo
whito victims of tho river. Thero
havo already been two this summer.
Could Not Stand the Silence.
A servant girl who was taken by a
family into a quiet country placo for
tho summer last week, aftor a fow
days announced to her mIstros3 that
sho didn't llko it, and "would bo goin'
homo tho next day." On bolng ques
tioned as to the causes for hor disliko
sho said, "Woll, I havo to pull tho
lodclothes about my head and ears to
shut out tho dead silence ot tho night,
and I can't stand It any longer."
Gates on Norway Roads.
Gates at frequent lntorvals bar tho
country roads In Norway, and aro a.
nuisance to travolers, who hayo to
loavo their vehicles and opon tho bar
riers. Theso obstructions mark tho
boundaries of farms, or separato the
cultivated sections from tho wasto
lands.
Effective Coon Trapping.
Aubdon Phillips of Glover, Vt, ro-.
contly sent away over thirty hand
somo coon skins, most ot them of his
own trapping, with an order to make
them into a coat.
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