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<gy 'RAFAEL SABATINI
“CAPTAIN BLOOD,” a tVitagraph
picture with J. Warren Kerrigan in
the title role, ia an adaptation of this
thrilling novel.
SYNOPSIS.
Peter Blood, • young Irish physician,
who had taken up his residence In Bridge,
water utter years sprat In ths wars on
the continent, although hr Is In his early
thirties. Is summoned by Jeremiah Pitt to
treat Lord Oildoy who hae been wounded
In the battle between the Tin We of Mon
mouth's followers nod the loyalists at
Oglethorpe's farm. Blood finds his lord
ship in the home of n yeoman, Bnyne*.
Me treats the wound ami the hing'Q sol
dier* under hrutnl Captain Hobart take
possession ef the house and threaten im
mediate hanging for the inmates whom
tie desigiiilte* os rebels Blood pleads
(lint lo Christian countries Christian men
do not make war upon the well mini nor
those who give them succor. Hobart da.
clnres that there ore gallows on the roud
and those present will decorate them.
Hobart demands the name of ths Im
pertinent medlrus and when Peter Blood
roveuls himself the British captain rec
ognises him as one whom he had known
In Tangiers. Blood saves ths llvsa of
Pitt and Baynes for ths time by his
clever wit and Lord tilldoy Is carried out
on a day-bed fo prison. Blood. Pitt and
Baynes aro also hound and placed under
arrest as rebels.
tContlnued From Yesterday.)
j CHAPTER III.
THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.
It was not until two months later,
on the 19th' of September, that Peter
Blood was brought to trial at Taun
ton Castle upon a charge of high
treason. The hall, even to the gal
leries—thronged with spectators,
most of whom were ladies—was hung
in scarlet. At the upper end, on a
raised dais, sat the lords commls
sioners, the five judges in their scar
let robes and heavy dark periwigs,
Baron < Jeffreys of Wem enthroned
in the middle place.
From Baypes, who pleaded not
guilty, the clerk passed on to Pitt,
who boldly owned his guilt. The
lord chief justice stirred at that.
The only witness called for the
king was Captain Hobart. He testi
fied briskly to the manner in which
he had found and taken the three
prisoners, together, with Lord Gildov.
I'pon the orders of his colonel Ink
would have hanged Pitt out of hand,
hut vet 1'i’nl inert by the lies of the
prisoner Blood, who led him to lie
lev. that Pitt was n peer of the
ie-il!P i" l a person of consideration.
/ ,i,l a . epon th’a flimsy evidence
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By O. 0. MINTYRE.
Paris, Sept. 11.—Another day In the
Latin quarter—and the most interest
ing of all so far. Gaiety centers
about the Cafe du Dome on Mont
parnasse and the Kotonde across the
street. At the sidewalk tables Is a
sprinkling of color from all. corners
of the world.
Long haired artists, old bewhls
kered dreamers who failed, young
men from Basque In their jaunty
tapis with tassels, a white robed
• Hindu, girls fVom the middle west
who livo on a fashion drawing sold
no-.v and then, the professional
Americans, singers, parish priests and
always the cocotte.
After luncheon to the Academie
Ci/.arosal on the Rue de la Grande
Ciruimiere—a school from which
many famous painters and sculptors
sprang. It is a musty old decaying
building, unchanged by centuries. A
kindly old conciergfe answered the
tug of the bell.
Inside is a little court yard with
tr es and graveled paths. We were
admitted to the class room, formed
like an amphitheater with a glass
background. About 50 men and
women were sketching a model pos
ing in the node. They pay less than
5 erhts a day for this privilege.
Six nude models pose for 25 min
utes with a 15-minute intermission,
f me cannot help but be impressed by
the Impersonal manner of the stu
dents toward the models. There were
many Russians in the class, a Jap*
unese and a Chinese girl and many
Americans.
One of the students to whom I had
n letter of Introduction from a New
York friend was Knute Akerberg, a
gentle souled Swede with long flow
ing whiskers and twinkling eye. He
Is near 70 and is still studying. He
is not rich i:i world’s goods but In
fr. unships i net has puked about all
fur flung corners of the globe. His
wife is an American.
He and Ills wife have traveled
through life hand In hand—depend
ing on a portrait painting and a bit
of sculpting here and there to butter
over the lean days. He has not. lost
that mellow sweetness that conies
often with poverty. I left him with
a lump In my throat.
The models who jtose tti the nudo
are paid about 5 francs a day—at
1lie current exchange about 30 cents.
Their task is an arduous one. They
must stand motionless for 25 minutes.
Some are bathed In perspiration dur
ing the lust five minutes and one
stumbled toward her dressing room
b:«! f fainting. Mr. Akerberg Intro
du- cd me to one. Slip is n girl from
jt town in Ohio. She is one of thr
bits of human wreckage left here
afler the war. It so happened that 1
knew her family. To them she la
dead. She married a profligate who
l»ft her stranded on their honey
moon.
There In something trngle to me
In the killing pace that Is being In
dulged fiy young American boys and
girls In Paris—college students an I
hoarding school* girls who nightly hit
the high spots. Too much money
and too little restraint are going to
prove their undoing. They drink
deep and long. I saw three Ameri
can girls carried out of one of the
most fnslilonnlde restaurants In Paris
stupefied. The French resent this.
They are a temperate people. When
they drink wine It Is very much di
luted—and rarely do they take the
second glass.
The nearest replica of Tarls Is Mex
Ico City. Bill Hogg who was with
me around last Christmas tlms tn
Mexico and who la with me In Paris
took me to a restaurant tonight
where they served frljoles. It. Is the
only place outside of Mexico wh»ri
they know how to cook them.
A few Paris observations'. Tic
reason for sidewalk cafes—no flies or
mosquitoes here. All Parisian women
from the grande dame to the midi
nette Mow their noses with resound
ing blasts. At a funeral nil the
mourners walk and ths min wear
full averting clothes. Professional
mourners may be hired. It Is the
chenpest city In the world for taxi
tiding. An hour's ride to ths Istng
champ race track coals the eqnlva
lent of 95 cents—the tip 9 cents.
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that the three men were sentenced
to death for high treason.
The tribulations with which Peter
Blood was visited as a result of his
errand of mercy to Oglethorpe’s
farm contained two sources of thank
fulness; one that he was tried at all:
the other that his trial took place
on the 19th of September. Until the
18th, the sentences passed by the
court of the lords commissioners had
been carried out literally and expedi
tiously. But on the morning of the
15th there arrived at Taunton a cour
ier from Lord Sunderland, the sec
retary fit state, with a letter for Lord
Jefferies wherein lie was informed
that his majesty had hern graciously
pleased to command that eleven hun
dred rebels should be furnished for
transportation to some of his majes
ty's southern plantations, Jamaica,
Barbados, or any of the Leeward is
lands.
This command was not dictated
by mercy. Slaves were urgently re
quired in the plantations. A thousand
prisoners were to be distributed
among some eight courtiers. These
prisoners were to he kept there for
the space of 10 years before being
restored to liberty, the parties to
whom they were assigned entering
Into security to see that transporta
tion was immediately effected. Thus
it happened that Peter Blood, and
with him Jeremy Pitt and Andrew
Baynes, were conveyed to Bristol and
there shipped with some fifty others
aboard the Jamaica merchant. Eleven
died, and amongst these was the yeo
man from Oglethorpe's farm.
CHAPTER IV.
THE SLAVE MARKET.
Towards the middle of December
the Jamaica Merchant dropped an
chor in Carlisle bay, and put ashore
the 42 survising rebels-conviet. They
beheld a town of sufficiently impos
ing proportions.
A fort guarded the entrance of the
wide harbor, with guns thrusting
their muzzles between tlie crenels,
and the wide facade of government
house revealed ttself dominantly
placed on a gentle hill above th<
town. On a wide cobbled space on tin
sea front they found a guard of red
coated militia drawn up to receive
them. •
To inspect them came Governor
•Steed. After him, in the uniform of
a colonel of the Barbados militia,
roiled a tall, corpulent man who
towered head and phoulders above Ihc
governor, with malevolence plainly
written on ,his enormous yellowish
countenance. At his side, and coh
trasting oddly with his grossness,
moving with an easy stripling grace,
came a slightly young lady -In a
modish riding-gown. The broad brim
of a grey hat with a scarlet sweep of
ostrich plume shaded an oval face
upon which the climate of the Tropic
of Cancer had made no impression,
so delicately fair was its complexion.
Kinglets of red-brown hair hung to
her shoulders.
Peter Blood caught himself staring
in a sort of amazement at that piq
uant face, which seemed here so out
of place, and finding his stare re
turned, he shifted uncomfortably. He
was in no case for inspection by such
dainty eyes as these. Nevertheless,
they continued to Inspect him with
round-eyed, almost childlike wonder
and pity. Their owner touched the
scarlet sleeve of her companion. The
colonel plainly gave her no more than
the half of his attention. His little
beady eyes were fixed upon fair
haired, sturdy young Pitt, who was
standing beside Blood. The governor
had also come to a bait.
"My dead Colonel Bishop, It Is for
you to take first choice snd at your
ii-. i | After that we ll send the
1 lotion."
c • I Bishop nodded his acknowl
<„ i ■ . ml advanced alone towards
l!' -!h-( I.nvict. Before the young
;■!•> -t shire shipmaster he came to
t i. ; and stood an instant ponder
liv. Mm.
“Fifteen pounds for this one."
The master of the convict ship
made a face of dismay. "Fifteen
p.,1 no : It isn't half what I meant to
ask tor him.’1
"It is double what I had meant to
give,’’ grunted the colonel. They bar
gained and Pitt was taken at 20
pounds.
Peter Blood lost himself In unprof
itable speculations. He was In no
mood fi oonversation. nor was Pitt,
who Otood dumbly at his side. To Pitt,
this i-otlon was the poignant cli
max o? Ml his sufferings. Blood no
ticed t:i t the girl was speaking to
Bishop. ml pointing up the line with
a siiv r-hilled riding whip she cm
rled. Then slowly, they came until
the colonel was abreast of Blood. He
would have passed on. but that the
lady tapped him arm with her whip.
"But this is the man 1 meant,"
she said.
"This one? Bahi A bhg of bones.
What should I do with him?"
He was turning away when Cap
tain Gardner interposed.
"He mav be lean, but he's touch;
to«gh and healthy. When half of
them was sick and the other half
sickening, this rogue kept hie legs
and dbetored his fellows. Hav 15
pounds for him. colonel. That’s cheap
enough."
There came a chuckle from Gov
ernor Steed. “You hear, colonel.
Trust your niece. Her sex knows a
man when it sees one." And he
laughed. But he laughed alone. A
eloud of annoyance swept across the
face of the colonel's niece. Jeremy
Pitt had almost ceased to breathe.
"I'll giv^ you 10 pounds for him.'
said the colonel at last.
Peter Blood prayed that the offer
might be rejected. For no reason
that he could have given you, he
was taken with repugnance at the
thought of becoming the property of
this gross animal, and in some sort
the property of that haiel-eyed young
girl. BuV it would need more than
repugnance to save him from his
destlnj . A slave is a slave, and has
no power to shape Ills fate. Peter
BThorl was sold to < 'oionel Bishop—
a disdainful buyer—for the ignomini
ous sum of Id pounds.
CHAPTER V.
ARABELLA BISHOP.
One sunny morning in January.
about a month after the arrival of
thd Jamaica Merchant at "Bridge
town, Miss Araltella Bishop rod* out
frtun her uncle's fine house on the
heights to the northwest of the city.
She was attended by two negroes wrho
trotted after her at a respectful dis
tance. Reaching the summit of a
gentle, grassy slope, she met a t,i
lean man dressed in a aobei genu
manly fashion, who walking ,
the opposite direction. .Miss Aral••
drew rein.
"I think T know you. sir," said she.
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