-v rf Rc-tu-nc* af the Spanish "Jfain J &PTAIH BLOODj i 0y RAFAEL SABATINI t (Continued From Rnturdat.) “Ton have chosen wisely, sir,” she •ommended him, "however much •gainst your Inclinations.” "I owed It to you—or thought I did,” he said. "Tour resolve delivered Die from ft horrible danger," she admitted. “But X do not understand why you should k*ve hesitated when first it was pro posed to you. It is an honorable service.” “King James'?” he sneered. "England's,'’ she corrected him in reproof. “The country is all, sir; the sovereign naught. King James will pass; England remains, to be honor ably served by her sons, whatever rancour they may hold against the man who rules her in their time.” “Shrewd advocacy,'' he approved it. “You should h ive spoken to the crew Do you support now that this honor able service might redeem one who was a pirate and a thief?” “If he . - . needs redeeming. Per haps ... he has been judged too harshly.” "Why ... if ye think that,” he said, considering her, an odd hunger in ills glance, "life might have its uses, after all, and even the service of King Janies might become toler able. If you will go below, and get your gear and your woman, you shall presently be sent aboard one of the ships of the fleet." She left hint, and thereafter, with Wolverstone, leaning upon the rail, he watched the approach of that boat, manned by a dozen sailors, and com manded by a scarlet figure seated stiffly in the stern sheets. The dep uty proved to be an officer named Calverley. Hia air, as he stepped into the waist of the Arabella, was haughty, truculent and disdainful. Blood, the king's commission now in his pocket, and Lord Julian stand ing beside bim^waited to receive him, and Captain Calverley was a little taken aback at finding himself con fronted by two men so very different outwardly from anything that he had expected. , . „ . “Good-day to you, sir." Blood hailed him pleasantly. "I have the honor to give you welcome aboard the Ara bella. My name is Blood—captain Blood, at your service. You may have heard of me.” “It’s your surrender I require, m> man, not your impudence.” Calverley demanded. Captain Blood appeared surprised, pained. He turned in ap peal to Lord Julian. ..... -D' ye hear that now? And did ye ever hear the like" But what did T toll ye? Y© see, th* young gentle , man's under a misapprehension en tirely. Perhaps it 11 save broken _—- "* > r New York • •Day by Day— ^ * J By O. O. M INTYKE. New York. Sept. 28.—A page from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: Early up and out Into the city to breakfast and saw Edna Ferber who h. -( a boyish ;bob, as have nearly ell 1 be Brea, ladles of the town. Came Jack Gait and sat with me awhile and found him interesting as ever. I'ast my accounts and found I have gained several pounds since last cast ing and then to some trouble and w'crrv how to spend It. So with my Wife to walk in Central park and found m: ny things unnoticed before ' lrf exploring there. Among other things a petrified tree and a rock the exact shape of an elephant, next to the Indian cave in the ramble. Too. a clear water spring hard by Grotto bridge, the smallest In the park. I Home and at my stint and found lY.o task fairly pleasant, as ail labor should be So in gay spirits to a party in Greenwich Village, and all| wore blue smocks and quaffed hot 1 coffee from tumblers. So home late and to tod. Hard by St. Paul flower market on Fulton street is the oldest drug store In tho city. It is a brick building with Iron foot scrapers gracing the doorway- b. was here Washington camo for his cough mixtures and Aaron burr and Alexander Hamilton swapped gossip over the counter ln eid°. the blackened beams are fast ened with wooden nails. The pro prietor with tho jaunty name of Tommy Tucker lias a show case filled with a bundle of crispy old prescrip tions dating ages hack. It Is a drug ■tore that strangely enough In this age sells nothing but prescription drugs, it does not sell patent nos trums of the day. _ In the same neighborhood there Is romance to be found along the water front not much changed from the days of packets and clipper ships. In atead of tho clipper ships, however, are squatty market boats filled with food for uptown hotels. But the down at the hee! atmosphere of the old •lips remains. Tho streets ore cob bled and great fetlocked horses pull ponderous drays. In the area Is the famous ’ Five Points,” the neighbor hood which has attained such a lurid reputation for the number of foreign ers Who try to hide their guilty Becrets along Its crowded streets. It Is said Scott Fitzgerald and wife recently fled to Europe because friend* and mere acquaintance* In sisted upon making their home *t Great Neck a rendezvous—a sort of JmJf-way roadhouse. King Gardner, who lives next door, hat a property •Ign which he puta out In hia front yard on Saturday and Sunday. The ■lgn reads: "The Tsirdners are away for the week-end." But It didn't work. The Gardners are now In Europe. Great Neck Is the theatrical colony ■nd many of the players leave the theater on Saturday night and have ■ *ort of progressive surprise party ftxnong their friends. One of the dis advantages of living In the country ■round New York Is the habit of city residents descending like locusts over the week end and eating their host* eut of bouse and home, The Pullman Porters’ club gave a ball tho other night In Wsst 83d ••reel. AH the porters were In full drees, even to white gloves. But one Btfle Illusion about porters wns com pletely shattered Not a porter there ««t named George, Fifth avenue wa» enlivened by s runaway recently. A Shetland pony |ftttn> n<-d to a dinky child'* carl de eldeil to emulate Maud 8. down the famous street. It rsn for three blocks •nd was stopped by a traltlc cop. tin ths Ilnur was a curly halted girl, •ollJid asleep, oblivious of all excite plect ll'iipt I l(lit. IKt ) bones if your lordship explains just who and what 1 am." "I have the honor to inform you. sir," he said stiffly, "that Captain Blood holds a commission in the king s service under the weal of my Lord Sunderland, his majesty's sec retary of state.” "And who the devil may you be?" "i’ou’re not very civil, sir, as I have already noticed. My name is Wade—Lord Julian Wade. 1 am his majesty's envoy to these barbarous parts, and my Lord Sunderland's near kinsman. Colonel Rlshop has been notified of my coming." "I ... I believe that he has," said Calverley, between doubt and suspi cian. "That is: that he has been noti fied of the coming of Lord Julian Wade. But . . . but . . , aboard this ship . . .?” "If Captain Blood will show you his commission, pprlmps that will set ail doubts at rest," concluded his lordship. Captain Blood thrust a parchment under Calverley's bulging eyes. "I must return to Colonel Bishop for my orders," he informed them. At that moment a lane was opened In the ranks of the men, and through this came Miss Bishop, followed by her octoroon woman. Over his shoul ders Captain Blood observed her ap proach. "Perhaps, since Colonel Bishop Is with you, you will convey his niece to him. Miss Bishop was aboard the Royal Mary, and 1 rescued her. to gether with his lordship. She will lie able to acquaint her uncle with the details of that and of the present state of affairs." “As for me," said Lord Julian, with Intent to make Miss Bishop's depar ture free from all interference on the part of the buccaneers, "I shall remain aboard the Arabella until we reach Port Royal. My compliments to Colonel Bishop. Say that I look forward to making his acquaintance there." CHAPTER XIX. Hostilities. In the great harbor of Port Royal the Arabella rode at anchor. Almost she had the air of a prisoner, for a quarter of a mile ahead, to starboard, rose the lofty, massive single round tower of the fort, whilst a couple of cables' length astern, and to lar board, rode the six men-of-war that composed the Jamaica squadron. On a cane day-bed that had been set for him on the quarterdeck, shel tered from the dazzling, blistering sunshine by an improvised awning of brown sailcloth, lounged Peter Blood. Things had not sped at all well with him In the past fortnight, since his acceptance of the king's commis sion. There had been trouble with Bishop from the moment of landing As Blood and Lord Julian had stepped ashore together they had been met by Colonel Bishop, who took no pains to dissemble his chagrin at the turn of events and his determination to chance It. Blood's thoughts were upon this and other things as the lounged there on the day-bed. He had been a fort night In Port Royal, his ship virtually a unit now In the Jamaica squadron. And when the news of it reached Tor tuga and the buccaneers who awaited h1s return, the name of Captain Blood, which had stood so high among the Brethren of the Coast, would become a byword. And for what had he placed himself in this position? For the eake of a girl who avoided him so persistently and Intentionally that he must assume that she still regard ed with aversion. Nor was that the worst of It. He was allowed plainly to perceive that It was the graceful, elegant young trifler from St. James, Lord Julian Wade, to whom her every moment was devoted. What chance had he, a desperate adventurer with a record of outlawry, against such a rival a? that; a man of parts, more over, as he was bound to admit? A boat that had approached un noticed from the shore came scrap ing and bumping against the great red hull of the Arabella. Capta.n Blood rose, tall, active and arrest ingly elegant in a scarlet, gold-laced coat that advertised his new post tion. "A note for*you from the deputy governor," said Jeretny Pitt shortly, as he proffered a folded sheet. Blood broke th» seal and read. "It is a very peremptory summons,” he said, and passed the note to his friend. The young master's gray eyes skimmed it. "You'll dot go?” he said, between question and assertion. "Why did ye let Wolverstone and the others go?" he cried with a touch of bitterness. "Y'ou should have seen the danger." "How could I in honesty have de tained them? It was In the bargain. Resides, how could their staying have helped me?" And as Pitt did not answer him: "Ye see?" he said, and shrugged. “I'd be getting my hat and cane and sword, and go ashore In the cockboat. See it manned for me." "Ye're going to deliver yourself Into Bishop's hands." Pitt warned him. Blood knew hk well as Bitt that In going ashore that morning ho carried his life In his hands. Walking leis urely, he skirted the embattled wall and passed through the great gates into the courtyard. On Ills right stretched a spacious garden, beyond which ro«o the white house that was the residence of the deputy governor. In that garden’s main avenue, that was fringed with palm and sandal wood, ho had caught sight of Mi--** Ill shop alone. He crossed the court yard with suddenly lengthened stride. "Good morning to ye, maani," was his greeting ns In* overtook her; and, hat in hand now, he added on a note of protest: "Sure, it's nothing less thun uncharltuble to make me run In this heat." "Why d" you run, then?" ehe naked him coolly, mending mini and straight before him, all In white and very maidenly gave in her unnatural com puaure. "I am pressed,” she Informed him. "So you will forgive me if 1 <» not stay.** . .41 • “You were none so pressed until i oame.M _ “Since you perceive It, sir, I ^*°n •«. i r T d«*r that you trouble to be l ■Intent." 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