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C.M 1 MX BLOOD, a Vitagraph
picture with ,J. Warren Kerrigan in
the title role, is an adaptation of this
thrilling novel.
CHAPTER I.
THE MESSENGER.
Peter Blood, bachelor of medicine
end several other things besides,
smoked a pipe and tended t^ie geran
lums boxed on the sill of his window
above Water Lane in the town of
Bridgewater. Mr. Blood's attention
was divided between his task and the
stream of humanity In the narrow
street below; a stream which poured
for the second time that day towards
Gastle Field, where earlier in the aft
ernoon Ferguson, the Luke's chap
lain, had preached a sermon contain
ing more treason than divinity.
These straggling, excited groups
were mainly composed of meu with
green boughs in their hats and the
most ludicrous of weapons in their
hands. Some, It is true, shouldered
fowling pieces, and here and there
a sword was brandished; but more of
them were armed with clubs, and
most of them trailed the mammoth
pikes fashioned out of scythes, rs
formidable to the eye as they were
clumsy to the hand. There were
weavers, brewers, carpenters, smiths,
masons, bricklayers, cohblers, and
representatives of every other of the
trades of peace among these impro
vised men of war. Bridgewater, like
Taunton, lias yielded so generously of
Its manhood to the service of the
self-sufficient men; and he was very
self-sufficient; adversity had taught
him so to he. A more tender hearted
man, possessing his vision and his
knowledge might have found cause
for tears in the contemplation of
these ardent, simple, Nonconformist
sheep going forth to the shambles—
escorted to the rallying ground on
Castle Field by wives and daughters,
sweethearts and mothers, sustained
by the delusion that they were to take
the field in defense of right, of liber
ty and of religion. For he knew\ as
all Bridgewater knew and had known
now for some hours, that it
was Monmouth's intention to
deliver battle that same night.
The duke was to lead a sur
under Feversham that was now in
prise attack upon the Royalist nrni\
camped on Sedgemoor. Mr. Blood as
Burned that Lord Feversham would 11
equally well-informed, and If In this
assumption he was wrong, at least
he was justified of it. He was not
to suppose the royalist commander so
Indifferently skilled in the trade he
followed.
Peter Blood was the son of an Irish
medicus who had early resolved that
the boy should follow his own hon
orable profession, and Peter Blood,
being quick to learn and oddly greed;,
of knowledge, had satisfied his par
ent by receiving at the age of 20 tin
degree of haccalaureus mediclnae at
Trinity college, Dublin. His father
survived that satisfaction by three
i’eter Blood and Jeremy i'itt.
bastard Puke that for any to abstain
whose age and strength admitted of
his bearing arms was to brand him
self a ward or a papist.
Yet Peter Blood, who was not only
able to bear arms, but trained and
skilled In their use, who was certainly
no coward and a papist only when It
so suited him, tended his genaniums
and smoked his pipe on that warm
July evening as indifferently as If
nothing w'ere afoot.
He laughed and sighed in one; but
the laugh dominated the sigh, for Mr.
Blood was unsympathetic, as are most
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--Day by Day
' By O. 0. McINTYIlE.
Paris, Sept. 9.—This was a day
among the dressmakers. They are the
boys who make husbands wire homo
for money. Visiting their salons la
much like seeing a musical revue.
It Is all staged for the American
visitore*
The mannikins are hand-picked
flowers of France—graceful, youthful
and strikingly beautiful. They have
a majestic stride an<l haughty twirl
yet they are unusually gracious.
Everything to them is "chic." Each
is a different type.
There are blondes, brunettese and
titiain haired—all bobbed n ithe reign,
ing Paris fashion, cut closely In the
back. Some are parting their hair on
the side and,revealing their ears. The
visitors pit about in various rooms
that resemble a home.
There are blondes, brunettes and
tltlan hailed—all bobbed in the reign
attendant serves wine, whisky and
soda or cordial to those who wish re
freshments of this sort. The male
dressmaker is almost invariably the;
Parisian exquisite.
lie dre.-ses for morning, early and,
late afternoon. He flutters about
gesticulating and mouthing honeyed
praises. 11c is generous with pomade
and perfume and his high-net ied
shoes and waspish fitting coat |
add to the general effeminate effect
Nearly all the saleswomen speak j
excellent English for the bulk of the
trade is American. The Parisians seek
the ateliers off the beaten path where
the outward show Is less conspicuous
and the artistry perhaps more pro
nounced.
Ladies feel quite Important shortly
after registering at Paris hotels.
Within a few hours there Is a flood
of special Invitations by nw.il and
telephone to visit this courturler and
that. Each arrival Is a prospective
sucker.
The most dignified looking person
I have seen in Paris is the UeadwaJter
at the Rltz. He has silver hair and
mustache and the most faclnating
goatee one ever beheld. It parts In the
center end curves off Into a complete
circle ringlet on either side. It must 1
have required years of patient train- I
lng to achieve the effect. Whiskers
are the most confusing things here.
They may Indicate a nobleman or a
bead barber.
This is an amendment to
my Statement there is not a good
revue In Paris. There is one at the
historic Folles Bergoie. Ziegfeld'H I
Follies, the Music Box He Vue or
White's Scandals have never come
within striking distance of its novel
ty and splendor. But like the others
all the tongs are boldly swiped from
American revuen. Nudity is flagrant.
lavender If American money lookt,
as comic to Europeans as theira doe*
to us. I feel as though I am pansu.g
bogus currency In tendering the
French franc for payment and the
English pound note - well, I wouldn't
fe*d rich with a spore bedroom filled
with them.
The army of mumbling lmge of
Paris ate to b* seen everywhere.
They i-otun the paves and gutters for
cigar and clgnret enlpea and scav
enge the refuse cans for nnythlng
they may find.
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months only. His mother lmd then
been dead some years already. Thus,
Peter Blood caino into an inheritance
of some few hundred pounds, with
which he had set out to see the world.
A set of curious chances led him to
take service with the Dutch, then at
war with France; and a predilection
for the sea made him elect that this
service should be upon that element.
He had the advantage of a commis
slon under the famous de Ruyter,
and fought In the Mediterranean en
gagement In which that great Dutch
admiral lost his life.
After the peace of Nimeguen his
movements are obscure. But we
know that he spent two years tn a
Spanish prison, though we do not
know had he contrived to get there.
It may be due to this that upon his
release he took his sword to France,
and saw service with the French In
their warring upon the Kpanish
Netherlands. Having reached, at last,
the age of 32. his appetite for adven
ture surfeited, his health having
grown indifferent as the result of a
neglected wound, he was suddenly ov
erwhelmed by homesickness. He took
ship from Nantes with intent to cross
to Ireland. But the vessel being driv
en by stress of weather into Bridge
water bay, and Blood s health having
grown worse during the voyage, he
decided to go ashore there, addition
ally urged to it by the fact that It was
his mother's native soil.
Thus in January of that year, 1635,
he had come to Bridgewater, posses
sor of a fortune that was upproxi
matfly the same as that with which
tie had originally set out from Dub
lin eleven years ago.
Because he liked the place, in which
his health was rapidly restored to
him, and because he conceived that
he had passed through adventure?
enough for a man's lifetime, he do
termined to settle there, and take up
at last the profession of medicine
from which he had, with so little prof
it, broken away.
That is all his story, or so much of
it ns matters up to that night, six
months later, when the battle of
Sedgemnor was fought.
Deeming the impending action no
affair of his, ns indeed it was not,
and Indifferent to the activity with
which Bridgewater was that night
agog, Mr. Blood closed his ears to th<
sounds "f it, and went early to bed.
The armies came into collision in
the neighborhood of t o’clock In the
morning. Mr. Blood slept undis
turbed through the distant boom of
cannon Not until four o’clock did
he Rwaken from his tranquil slum
bers. He sat up in bed. rubbed the
| sleep from his eyes. and collected
himself. Blows were thundering up
on the door of his house and a voice
was calling Incoherently. He reached
for bedgown and slippers, went him
self to open. There In slanting gold
en light of the new-risen sun Mr.
Blood recognized him for the young
shipmaster. Jeremieh Pitt, who hnd
been drawn by the general enthusi
asm into the vortex of that rebellion.
The wild eyed lad plunged, headlong,
into speech, gasping, breathless.
"It Is J.,ord Gildoy.” he panted. “He
Hi sore wounded... at Oglethorpe's
farm by the ri\-er. 1 Here him thither
.... and. .. . and he se\t me for you.
Come away! Come away!"
“To be sure. I’ll come. But first
give me leave to get some clothes and
other things I may need.”
At sight of the doctor, dressed and
hooted, the case of instruments
tucked under his arm, the messenger
disengaged himself from those who
pressed about, shook off his weari
neis and seizing the bridle of his
horee, he climbed to the saddle
"Come along, sir,” he cried "Mount
behind me."
Mr. Blood, without wasting words,
did as he was bidden. Pitt touched
the horse with his spur. The little
crowd gave way. and thus, upon the
crupper of that doubly-laden hm-g# J
clinging to the belt of hi* companfo 4H
Peter Blood ect out upon hia Odw ' 1
For thl* Pitt, in whom he be#*:
more than the me^enger «»f a v . un i
ed reb*I -.entleman. vas infixed tli*
very messenger of late.
(To He Con tin tied Tomorrow i
There’s at Least One in Every Office
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