I COFIJRIGHT ARTHUR D HOJDDE I Howden Smith is addicted in t Ipd ?'hen one appears it is a literal Ihen he gets excited and lets himsi fiirj extraordinary, as when he w It I rnrj > arris about the early settle E,ch a pirate story as ''Porto Bell Scbert Lou s Stevenson's "Treasure m,rrers before Stevenson became ac My the constantly reiteratca c*M., Kmeone doesn't writ# a pirate stor Kme to be buried on the island." Kw of the characters made famoui Bh.ch Stevenson noted merely inch Mgry is entirely Howden Smith's ovs ft, succeeded in recreating the colt mosphere of Stevenson's masterpi n is that "Porto Bello Cold" is a f CHAPTER I I My Father's Secret:m - ii '';e counting r.inni, talking Iv:rr ?'orlaer. the chief of our III ho was that very day it"? n river from itie Iroquois r>?"'on the hn.v. i'arliy, ran in He Bristol packe' is in. Master he oried. "And. oh. sir, the ^rii en i!" say there I'e a pira e >" the i looli Hmetnher I Imurhed at the cotn Hit: nf awe anil ueiigiit m ms Mi- was a raw, ho,' trotting b!t p.ssooti we hurt bought at the B:l!l,l:- of honileil folk, and hp B Mit.'i a brogu? that thickened H>M-r !.p grew excited. Br ti e packet. I do not douht yon. B" I answered. "Hut you must tar the pirate." B' t'oriaer chuckled In his quiet. Bin.- way his huge hellv waggling him beneath his htickskin hunt^nirr. for a!! the world like a nion Bi" 'l of jelly. B J". show us tier pirates." he B'o fared up in a hurst of Irish Br that watched his'tangled red B^ouM ' "ore a pirate nnd had t my mercy, vou butter tul>." he B "I'd warrant you'd tread the Bn-.v." said I. "have vou done the ^Hs tilv father set you?" ^ ery one." answered lie. Br\ well. -Then get you info the ^worti and sort over the pelts I'eched in." thing off with a scowl a* J to B father will wish to know the arrived." I said. "Will you - - Tl,_ In me ro ii'r -"iriiiiM must be on ttie point of breaki fur they have been sitting loor. " heaved liys enormous body And I marveled, as always i period of absence, at his prois. To one who did not know seemed a butter tub of a man. by had called him?a mass if fat limbs a pork barrel of p a fat slab of a face upon which tiny. Insignificant features gro y at variance with the rest of k. His little eyes peered innohetween rolls of tat which all isked them. His nose was a ire dab. alone a morth a child have owned. under ids layers of blubber roqceale'l muscles of forged indihe was capable of the aeilI cltamoiint. The tnan had not pi Btie frontier who could face relituiiled and escape. he| said simply. "We go." It'" ! his musket In a corner kiped off powder horn and shot Ithei while I donned hat and pit. for the air was still chilly (re was a scum of sno^r on the We passed out into Pearl ird walked westward to Hanobre. and tliere on the farther [the square I spied my father, vernor t'linton and Lieuteuant kr i'olden. It made my heart wnrtn to see Ipse and several other gentleling upon his words. There pp those who slandered him [the uproar over the '43, for fcnown In ; jvr been n Ja cold re r along trie loneiy ana precipuouo i?i"1 way that led the two miles from the > farm to the factory, yearnled over him. > wondered at his gentle, obstinacy, wor, rled over him but never, evidently, - lost ber faith or understanding." I 1 Old Legend of London London was founded, according to i an olf) legend, by Brutas, grandson of 1 Aenejs, who led to Englund a band - of refugees from Troy after Its cap1 ture by the Greeks and called the set e \ tlement New Trojr. i . 1 youth; hut his friends were werful than tils enemies, and n think tluit tie was not the tlueiirial of those of our leadtiel.l New York loyal 10 King when many were for casting fortunes with the Pretender. lw IVter unit me as we at>p Hnd waved up to tiim, but Isnnie moment there was a blMitrhnn'e on the eastward Ithe sipmre and Knottier little If men came into view suv a a grizzled, ruddy-cheeked kiw. whose salt-stained blue |)!>e a> eloquently of the sea Bis rolling gait. I could heat se, roaring voice clear acrosi fcre-Inius Not Overcon Ban takn ynur ohnice-?go bacli Hire tomorrow or go to worV Hr>' k factory. were tlu? alternatives offers | I llmnson Alcott by his father Ill" was tn become the futhei i Mn.v Aln.tt. linil returnee Inane uf his tin l?*. where hi sent to go to school. Honort khirrow. writ inn in McCall's of the early life of this neg lin of letters. He relates: L to the cluck factory," sale jqiiickh. Ami so it was de lorl of work required of hln I demands on Ids hrnin. atn tig one of his (irecious hor loUs alwavs with him, he dh ?,TO ] B?j JIR1 n SMITH I' i lis quieter moods to costume novels, ry event of no mean importance; but ^lf go, the result is sure to be somerites a pirate story or one of those ment of New York and Canada. And o Gold!" It takes up a number of Island" characters at points In their quainted with them. It was inspired sssions of friends, wondfcring "why y that will tell us how the treasure With the exception of this use of a % by "R. L. S." and a few Incidents Mentally as episodes of the past, the rn. In a truly remarkable manner he >r of the Eighteenth century and the ece. The consensus of critical oplnit companion to "Treasure Island." 'I "?ran him tops'ls down; my eyes, I did; and when I get to port what do I find, but not a king's ship within?" My father Interrupted him: "What's tills. Captain Karraday? Do you speak of being chased? I had thought we were at peace with the world." Captain Fajrrada.v discarded the listeners who had attended him so far and stumped across the square, bellowing his answer in tones which brought shopkeepers to their doors and women's heads from upper windows. "Chased? That I was. Master Orrnerod, by as , scoundrelly a pirate as flouts the king's majesty I' the " Here he perceived who accompanied ray father. Off came his hat, and he made an awkward bow. "Tour sarvent, your excellency! My duty. Master Colden! But I have no words to withdraw, for ail I did not see who was near by to hear me. Aye, there is more to be said, much more; and ^matters have come to a pretty pass when the rascals come north to these ports." Peter Corlaer and I Joined the little I group of merchants who were with the | governor, and the other curious perI sons hovered as close as they dared. "But I find this hard to give cre! dence to. captain," said Governor Clinton pleasantly enough. "Pirates? In these latitudes? We have not been bothered by such of late. Did you have sight of the ship which pursued yob ?" "Sight? Marry, that I did; and uncomfortable close, your excellency. She came up with a so'easter two days past, and at the first I made her out for a frigate by the top hamper she carried." "A frigate?" protested Master Colden. "So big as that?" "Aye. sir. my master! And If I have any eye for a ship's lines and canvas she was none other than theBoyal James that chased me three days together when I wus home bound from the West Indies in '43." "That would be the vessel of the fellow known usually as Captain ItlpRap," spoke up my father, and there was a quality in his voice which led me' to regard him closely. It was manifest that he labored In the grip of some strong emotion; bnt the only Indication of this in his face was a slight rigidity of feature, and none of the others marked It. I was the more amazed because my father was a man of Iron nerves, and also, though his earlier years hod been starred with a series of extraordinary adventures, so far as I knew he had had nothing to do with the sea. "True for you. Master Ormerod," answered Captain Farraday; "and J since Henry Morgan died there hath i not lived a more complete rogue. One [of m.v mates was taken by him off 'Jamaica ten years gone and cites hlin for a man of exquisite dress and manners that would befit a London macaroni. God save us! And, moreover. Is as arrant a Jacobite as ever was. Witness the name of his ship." "I have heard he sails, usually In company," remarked m.v father. "He works with John Flint, who Is no less of a rascal, albeit rougher, according to those unfortunates who have fallen in his path Flint sails in the Walrus, a tall ship out of Plymouth that was on the Smyrna run ber fore she fell Into his hands. Betwixt them they are a pretty pair." Captain Farraday stopped perforce 1 for breath, and Governor Clinton seized the opportunity to usk with a smile: "Captain Rip-Rap, { v V ? J r in ilr lilMWiiiittfif iu | [ .... ! ] " >LK COUNTY NEWS, TRYON O G< SMITH \ Hp nnswprpil me with a merrv i ueowl, but my father spun on his heel. "What mean you by that, Robert?" nays lie. I was nonplussed. "Why. naught, sir. Darby Is daft on pirates. He?" ' Peter Corlaer shut the room-door upon the Irish boy and came toward us, moving with the swift stealth that was one of his most astonishing characteristics. "Ja. lie does not know," he said. "What?" challenged my father. "What you andt 1 know," returned I he Dutchman calmly. "So you know, too, Peter?" "Ja." 1 could restrain my Impatience no longer. "What Is this mystery?" I demanded. "I thought I knew all the secrets cf the business; but sure, father, I :lever thought to hear that we were concerned as a firm with pirates!" "We are not," my father answered curtly. "This Is a matter of which you know nothing, Robert, because intil now there has been no occasion for you to know or it." He hesitated. "Peter," he went on, "must we tell the boy?" "He Is not a boy; he is a man," said I'eter. I flashed my gratitude to the fat Dutchman in a smile, but he paid no f ttention. My father, too, seemed to forget me. He strode up and !down t!ie counting room, hands under the skirts of his coat, head bowed In thought. Tags of phrases escaped his 1 ps: "I had thought him dead?strange r he hobs up again?here Is a problem I had never thought to face? mayhap I exaggerate?It cannot have s gnifleanee for us?Certes, Is must be accident?" "Neen, he comes for a purpose," Interrupted Peter. My father stayed his walk In front o|T Peter by the fireplace, wherein h|H7.ed a heap of elln logs. | "Who do you fancy this Captain Itllp-Rap to he. Peter? Speak up! You were right when you said Robert is n|> longer a boy. If there is danger hire, he deserves to know of It." "He is Murray," replied Corlaer, his squeaking voice an Incongruous contrast witli his linmnse bulk. "Andrew Murray!" mused my father. "Aye, 'twould be he. I have su.-pected it all these years?held It lor oenaimy. r>ui i ninue ?UIc wnru he failed to show himself after the last war that Providence had attended to him. It seems I was wrong." "Whoever lie is. tills pirate can do no harm to us In New York," I made liold to say. "Be not too sure, Robert," adjured my father. "He happens to be your great-uncle." He reached up to the rack over the fireplace and selected a long clay pipe, which he stuffed with tobacco the wliile I was recovering from my astonishment. "Your uncle?" I gasped then. "No; your mother's." "But he was the great trader who,J conducted the contraband trade with Canada!" I cried. "I have heard of him. 'Twns he established the Doom trail to enable him to supply the French fur traders with goods to wean the fur savages from us! You have told me of him yourself, as hath Master Coblen. 'Twas he whom you and CVrliier and the Iroquois fought when you broke down the barriers |of the Doom trail and won back the fur trade to our people. Why, 'twas then you?you?" .?. * I knew the deep Teeling my father still had for my long-dead mother, nnd I scrupled to stir his memories. He himself took the words from my lips. "Yes, 'twas then I came to love your mother. She?she was not such as you would expect to find allied by any ties with so great a scoundrel. But she was his niece?past douht, Robert. She ,was a Kerr of Fernleside; her mother had been Murray's sister. Kerr and Murray were out together In the '15; Kerr fell at Sheriffmuir. His widow died not long afterward, and Murray took poor waif Marjory. "He did well by her?there's no denying that. But he always Intended to use her to further his own designs. Small Village Mother Far to the north on the southeastern coast of Newfoundland Is a little vll lage called Ferryland, says a writer In the Baltimore Sun. This small, windblown town of some sparse five hun dred Inhabitants is in a way the mother of a buxom, prosperous daughter to the south, the city of Baltimore. In 1628 (.eorge Calvert^ Lord Baltomore. arrived In North America with a charter which gave him most of the Island of Newfoundland, called the province of Avaton. He founded his first colony In the new country on the site of tills village of Ferryland an1 settled there with Ids family. But finding the climate more rigor ous than he thought comfortable, be Well Founded In the days of the old Cripple Creek a mining-camp Judge upon finding the bad citizen of the camp hanging by the ~ 1 u.ltk I. I c neck from a couoimovu. mm hands tied behind him, a six-gun in one hi|> pocket and $25.10 in the otlier, reached thifc decision: "If the co't know itself, and the co'i think it do, ft allow this h.rar man came to death from some unknowed causes at the hands of personr un knowed to this co't. and the co't fine* the corpse $25.10 for carrying concealed weapons."?Everybody's Maga zme. I * ' j . - h 4 . i ^>-y t 4 , n. c. t . ? ~~ 3L0] ? u)nu seroicc I He had a cold eye for the future, "with no thought except of his own advantage, and if I? But there's no need to go Into that. You know, Robert, how Oorlaer and the Seneca ehiefi Tawannea rs?he who Is now the Guardian o| the Western Door of the Long House?and I were able to smash the va.-t power Murray had built up on tiie frontier. "We smashed him so utterly, discrediting him too. withal, that he was ohljged to flee the province; and even his friends, the French, would have none of hinli?at least, aboveboard. I have always fancied he still served their Interests at large; for he is at bottom a most fanatical Jacobite, and eke sincere in a queer, twisted way. Aye. there Is that about him which Is difficult to understand, Robert. Himself, he! hath no hesitation in believing he jserves high purposes of state in all | he does." "Only a ihadrann could lay claim to serving the state as a pirate," I objected. "You speak with overconfidence," rebuked my! father "There are men alive today who can remember when Morgan and Davis and Dumpier and many another brave fellow of the same kldnfjy lived by piracy and served the king at one and the same time. Some] of 'em were hung In the end, and Morgan died a knight. It can be done." "HowlConsider, my boy! Murray?your great-uncle, mind you!?is a Jacobite. For our present-government he hath only hatred and contempt. Any means by which that government was undermined would seem to him justifiable as aiding to] bring about Its downfall. Look to the fantastic humor of the man in na wng his ship the Koyal James!" "If he be. Indeed, the man you think he Is," I Returned, none too well pleased with the thought of having a pirate for a great-uncle. My father laughed klnqly and tapped me on the knee with his free hand. "I know how you feel, dear lad," he said. " 'Twas so identically your mother taIkeld. Bleak her heart! 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