■ffammc* if the Spanish “Wain CAPTAIN BLOO (& RAFAEL SA3ATINI "CAPTAIN BIA)OI>," a Vitagrapli picture with J. Warren Kerrigan ir the title role, is an adaptation of thit thrilling novel. SYNOPSIS. P«t«r Blood, a vounr Irlyh nhytlHin Ik wrongfully rondrmnfd an taking purl !( in the Ill-fated rebellion of Mnnmotitli KtKiiut Kins J»mm. With Jeremy Fit I be Ik Kent to tbe Hnrbatloe* jin a ulmi and )« bought by Colonel HUhon at tl»« be beet of Arabella, hit* nlere. A «imnl«t!i galleon commanded by Hon Diego dr RtplBui y balder, Into port under fnlKe rolor* amt i-noltirr* Hrltlget.m n. Peter Blood so.re ttir life of Mary Traill and sends Arabella and Mary to safety hark of the town. He then leads bis fellow rrbels-ronvlrt on board N Oo.ii l>tego’s ship and they rapture It While the Spaniards are feasting in the rlly. When Colonel ftishon. whose limited military defense hod foiled, rentiers that the ehln no lonrer threatens the town he Kites aboard, where he is arreted by Peter Blnoil, now eaptaln of the Spanish Kalleon. with neremv Pitt. Wolverstone and Hastbnrpe as his ai4ts. Wolveratone Is for hamrioif Colonel lilshoo to tlie yard arm. lint Blood threatens to milt their leadership unless his orders ore obeyed. (Continued From lesterday.) “Gad's my life!" ho crowed on a note of foolish Jubilation. "And it wan with these fellows that you took the Spaniard and' turned the tables on those dogs! As Gad's my life, you deserve well for this." “I am entirely of your opinion,'' said Mr. Blood. "The question is how well we deserve, and how grateful shall we find you?" “Why—his excellency shall write home an account of your exploit, and maybe some portion of your sentences shall be remitted." "The generosity of King James Is well known." sneered Nathaniel Hag thorpe, who was standing by, and amongst thi tanged rebels-convict some one ventured to laugh. And one intervened—the brawny, one-eyed Wolverstone. less mercifully disposed than his more gentlemanly fellow-convict. "String him up from the yard arm," he eried. Mr. Blond turned. “If you please. Wolverstone." said lie. “I conduct affairs In my own way. That Is. the pact. You'll please to re member it.” His eyes looked along the ranks, making it plain that he addressed them all. “1 desire that Colonel Bishop should have his life. One reason is that I require him as a hostage. If ye Insist on hanging hint, ye'll have to hang me with him. or In the alternative I’ll go ashore." He paused. There was no answer. But they stood hangdog and half uiutinous before him, save Hagthorpe, who shrugged and smiled wearily. Mr. Blood resumed: "Ye'll please to understand that aboard a ship there Is one captain So.” lie swung again to the aim-tied colonel. "Though I promise you your life, I muat—aa you’ve /—-■-~\ New York --Day by Day By O. O. MrlNTYRF. Paris. Sept. 15.—The stark ugliness of Paris in contrast to tha budding chestnut trees of the Champs-Elysees and the garden of the Tullerlee Is shown at La Petite Chaumlere—the Little Thatched House—at S Rue Berthe In Montmartre. It Is on the top of a hill and one mounts many flights of wide steps to reach Its cottage door. It flaunts the basest degeneracy. It Is the haunt of rouged and powdered men —the strange effeminate creatures who flock to all European capitals. It Is a stuffy little room thick with tobacco smoke and the fumes of cheap perfume and stale wine. The entertainers are men dressed as wo men who smirk and wlflk sugges tively st patrons. They wear wigs, decollete gowns and Invite male patrons to dance to tunes of a player piano. lr» another room are the regular habitues of the place—young men In male attire who dance together and openly herald their depravity. The program of the entertainment an nounces: Willy, le moderne Narclsse: Biva Siva, l’Homme Protee; Charly, danses orientalcs and others. There Is a hard boiled l>artender with pugnacious jaw who seems out of place In such surroundings. Many tourists have gone to La Petite Chaumlere to find themselves slip ping Into unconsciousness after one drink and to awaken hours later In some remote spot plucked of all valu ables. Raymond Carroll, the American newspaper correspondent, who whs my cicerone on the underworld Jaunt acted as an interpreter in a talk with one of the creaturea. He was, he said, born in Normandy of fisher folk. He came to Paris to study art but had no talent. He showed no shnme but Instead boasted of the manner of living. Frerpiently he touched his lips with -armlne and powdered his cheek* before a hand mirror. We h^d dinner tonight at the oldest restaurant In Paris—I.* Tour d'Ar gent. It was opened In 1582 on the left hank of the Seine, where It still stands. It serves only duek dinners, the blood of the duck being squeezed from a raw duck by a hand press at your table. An old man of 80 doe* the carving. Each party Is given a card bearing the number of your duck. Oura waa 88,983. It was an elegant dinner, but the Inaolence of Parla waiters was shown when the check was paid. Ours didn’t consider the tip large enough snd returned It. He got nothing save what we call In America "an artistic bawling out." Eelll’s Is another famous night haunt In Montmartre frequented by Americans. It differs little*from the New York supper club. Among those seen at the tables wen* Florence Wal ton and her husband, Leon I,etrlm; John Charles Thomas, the singer; Marshall Nellan and Blanche Sweet. On the boulevards today I was fol lowed by a persistent fellow who would come up In the rear now and then and whi|per: "Want a guide, air?” and "See all tha wickedness of Paris." It became so annoying I turned to remonstrate and found it was Lqw Coldy, handaome villain of the screen, who had spotted me In tha crowds. I,ew was wearing the latest creation of a Bond street tailor and was dazzling to the eye. Paris Is the kindest cltv In the World to Ha beggars. When they Some Into cafe* to aeek alma the waiter* show them as much defer ence as patrons. They ar* never driven away aa they are In New York. I watched the legless beggar who is , usually found at tha entrance of the Kits. Hotel attaches treat him with respect. Gendarmes strolled by and i joked with him. , (Corzzlsht. 1114) 9 heard—keep you aboard as a host age for the good behavior of Gover nor Steed and what's left of the fori until we put to sen." "But . . Ther is no more to be an id, gentlemen. My name Is Blood—Cap tain Blood, if you please, of this ship the Cinco Dlagas, taken as a prise of war lrom Don Diego de Espinosa y Valdez, who is my prisoner aboard." The officers went, though not with out some hustling, regardless of the bellowlngs of Colonel Bishop, whose monsi rous rage wns fanned by terror at finding himself at the mercy of the men of whose cause to hate nint he was very fully conscious. As they were running close to the head land east of the hay, Veter Blood returned to the colonel, who, under guard and panic-stricken, had deject edly resumed his seat on the coam ings of the main hatch. "Can ye swim, colonel? It's a mercy for you I'm not by nature as bloodthirsty as some of my friends here. And it's the devil's own labor I’ve Usd to prevail upon them not to he vindictive." It was tlie thought of Arabella Bishop that had urged him to mercy, and had led him to oppose the nat ural vindictiveness of his fellow slaves until he had been in danger of precipitating a mutiny. it was entirely to the fact that the colonel was her uncle, although he did not even begin to suspect such n cause, that he owed such mercy as was now being shown him. .Colonel Bishop masiered himself and rose. Peter Blood gave an order. A plank wns run out over the gunwale, and lashed dqwn. "Just take a little walk. Colonel, darling," said a smooth, mocking voice behind him. Stil clinging. Colonel Bishop look ed around in hesitation. He cursed them aloud venomously and lncoher etly, then loosed his hold and stepped out upon the plank. Three steps he took before he lost his balanre and went tumbling into the green depths below. When he came to the surface again, gasping for air. the Cinco Dlagas was already some furlongs to leeward. But the roaring cheer of mocking valediction from the rebels-convlet reached hlns across the water, to drive the iron of impotent rage deep er Into his soul. CHAPTER X. Don Diego de Espinosa y Valdez awoke, and with languid eyes In aching head, lie looked round the cabin, which was flooded with sun light from the square windows as tern. Between tlie pain In his head and tlie confusion in his mind, lie found coherent thought impossible. He was beginning to torture his mind with conjecture, when the door opened, and to Don Diego's Increas lug mystification he beheld his best suit of clothes step into the cabin. The suit paused to close (he door, then advanced toward the couch on which Don Diego was extended, snd inside the suit came a tall, slender gentleman of about Don Diego's own height and shape. Seeing the wide, startled eyes of the Spaniard upon him. the gentlemen lengthened his stride. "Awake, eh?” said hp In Spanish. "Who the devil are you?” he ssked. "And what the devil are you doing In my clothes and aboard my ship?” "My name is Blood—Captain Peter Blood. This ship, like this handsome suit of clothes, is mine by right of conquest. Just as you, Don Diego, are my prisoner." "And my son? What of my son?" hs cried out. "He was in the boat that brought me aboard." "Vour son is safe; he and the boat’s crew together with vour gun ner and his men are snugly in irons under hatches." Don Diego sank back on the couch, his glittering dark eyes fixed upon the tawny face above hint. He ac cepted the situation with fortitude of a fatalist. The light blue eyes played over him like points of steel. 'You are not afraid to die, Don Diego?" **■ "The question is offensive, sir." “Would you be willing, sir to earn life and liberty—for yourself, your son, and the Spaniards who Hre on board?" “To earn It, do you say? Why, if the service you would propose is on> that cannot hurt my honor . . "Could l he guilty of that?” pro tested the captain. "1 realize that even a pirate has his honor. Tlie only man among us schooled In the art of navigation is fevered, delirious, in fact, as a result of certain ill treatment he received ashore la-fore we carried him away with us. I can handle a ship In action, anl there are one or two men aboard who can as sist me: hut of the higher of seamanship and of the art of find ing a way over the trackless wastes of i he ocean, we know nothing. We desire to make for the Dutch settle ment of Curacao as atralghtly as pos sible. Will you pledge me your hon or, if I ' release you upon parole, that you will navigate us thither'.1 if so, we will release you and your survivingtmen upon arrival there." I>on Diego strode away in thought to the stern windows. "1 accept," he said. _ CHAPTER XI. By virtue of the pledge he hod Riven, Don lDeso de Espinosa en joyed the freedom of the ship that had been his, and the navisatlon which he had undertaken, was left entirely In Ills hands. He took his meals In the (treat cabin with Blood and the three officer* elected to •up port him: HnRthorpe, Wolverstone and Dyke. That Don DIpro was not playinR fair It was Impossible to suwpect. Morever, there was no conceivable reason why he should not. "If this wind holds," he hpd told them at *up per after he had announced to them their position, "we should reach Curacao Inside three days.” For three days the wind held, and yet when the third night descended upon them they had still made no landfall. Captain Blood uneasily men tinned it to Don Diego.. "It will be for tomorrow morning." he was answered with calm convic tion. Captain Blood passed on. content, and went to visit Jerry Pitt, hi* patient to whose condition Don Diego owed his chance of life. It was this same Jerry Pitt who cast the first thought of suspicion. 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