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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
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--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. A trip
on deck for a breath of freeh sir
and his navigator’s Interest in the
night heavens moved him to point
out the north star and to lav tho
position of the ship to Captain Blood.
But iJon s explanation satisfied him.
I (To Hr Continued Tomorrow )
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