The Seminole Sentinel (Seminole, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 18, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 19, 1919 Page: 5 of 8
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Carlyle Realizes His Life Is
Hanging in Balance, s
Synopsis — Geoffry Carlyle,
master of sailing ships at twcn-
ty-slx. Is sentenced to 20 years’
servitude It. the American col-
onies for participation In the
Monmouth rebellion In England.
Among the passengers on board
the ship on which he Is sent
across, are Roger Fairfax,
wealthy Maryland planter; his
niece, Dorothy Fairfax, and Lieu-
tenant Pa riche*, a Spaniard, who
became acquainted with the Fair-
faxes tn London. Carlyle meets
Dorothy, who Informs him her
uncle has bought his services.
Sanches shows himself an enemy
of Carlyle. The Fairfax party,
now on its own sloop In the
Chesapeake- bay, encounters a
mysterious bark, the Namur of
Rotterdam. Curlyle discovers
that Ranches.Is "Black Sanches,”
planning to steal the Fairfax
gold and abduct Dorothy. He
tights Sanchez and leaves him
for dem£ In n battle with
Sanches' followers, however, he
is overpowered and thrown Into
the bay. In a desperate effort
to save Dorothy, Carlyle decides
to swim to tlje Namur. By a
ruse he gets aboard and min-
gles with the crew. •
CHAPTER XI—-Continued.
LeVere shouted an order, and a sud-
den flare was lighted amidships, the
circle of flame Illuminating a part of
•the deck, and spreading out over the
wild expanse of water. Scarcely had
a minute elapsed before It came sweep-
ing Into the radius of light—at first a
dim, spectral shadow, scarcely to be
recognised; then, almost as suddenly,
revealed In all Its details—a boat of
■else, flying toward us under a lug sail,
keeling well over, and tapping the sen
swells like a bird on wing. LeVere
called for men to stand by, the fellows
rushing past me to their stations, but.
In the fascination of the moment, I
failed to move. I could do nothing but
stare out across the Intervening wa-
ter, with eyes fastened on that swiftly
approaching boat. I must see, I must
know the message it brought; what
story It held of the tragedy. Manuel
held the tiller, with Estrnln seated be-
side hltn, leaning forward, and ges-
ticulating with one hand, ns he direct-
ed th* course. I had never seen these
two, yet I knew them heyood a doubt.
Mendez and Anderson (at least I sup-
posed these to he the two) were poised
-at the sail halyards, rendy to let the
straining sheet down at a run. while
.Cochose crouched low In the how. his
black hand uplifted, gripping a coll of
rope. Their faces were all turned for-
ward. lighted by the flare from our
deck, and I felt a shudder of fear run
over me—no expression on any coun-
tenance spoke of defeat; even the ugly
features of the negro beamed with de-
light.
But was that all? Was that all?
Surely not. Forward of the single
mast was stowed the chest, while In
the open space between the helmsman
and the two sailors were stretched two
motionless bodies. LeVere, gripping n
stay-rope, and leaning well out, hailed
In Spanish.
“Ahoy, the boat! You can make it?"
“Ayl” came back Estudu’s voice.
HStaod by to fend us off. Coil all
hands, and break anchor as soon as we
are aboard.”
"Very well, sir. Where Is Captain
Sanches V * .
Estada pointed downward In swift,
expressive gesture.
“Here at my feet—badly hurt, but
will recover. Send two men down*to
help when we make fast. Now, Co-
cbose—let go of your rope; watch out
above P”
i stood, gripping bard at the rail,
and staring down at the scene below,
as the men In the boat made fast,
felt paralyzed, and helpless, unable to
move. * had no business to remain
ithere; every prospect of security de-
pended on my joining the crew. Yet
only one thought gripped me—Sanchez
was not dead! And that other body?
That of Dorothy Fairfax, without
dost*, pat certainly not lifeless.
EMINOLE SENTINEL
stood enjoying the scene, a wide grta j bad. Balnea tells me your name to
on his dark face, revealing a row of Gate* and that you are English.1
their prisoner was the girl—and who
else could It be?—she remained alive,
helplessly bound to prevent either
struggle, or outcry, and destined to a
fate fnr worse than death.
My own life-hung In the balance—
nay, rather, my doom was already
seuled. There seemingly was but one
chance for escape left—that was to
drop Jlently overboard. God, no 1 that
would be the craven act of a coward.
Better far to stayr and kill, or even be
killed, thnn to be forever cursed by
my own conscience.
The fellows sent down from the
main chains to the boat brought the
Injured captain up first. This reqgred
the services of three men, his body
hanging limp between them, his up-
turned face showing ghastly la the
flaming of the torch thrust out over
tire rail. To every appearance It wns
apparently a corpse they handled, ex-
cept for their tenderness, and a single
groan to which the white lips gave ut-
terance, when one of the beurera
slipped, wrenching the wouDded body
with a sharp pang of pain. Once safe-
ly on deck, the three bore him across
to the after cabin and disappeared
down the steps,
Estada had already swung himself
up Into the chains, while Anderson
and Mendez were lifting the girl to
her feet, and rather roughly urging
her forward. Her eyes reflected all
the unutterable horror which for the
moment dominated her mind, while
her loosened hair, disarranged by
struggle, only served to Intensify the
pnllor of her “face.
“Hnstle her along lively, boys,"
shouted back Estada coarsely. “If she
whit* teeth under a Jet-black mup-
taehe.
“You, sir—you are an officer?"
“I have charge of the deck."
“Then where am I to go?"
The mulatto, surprised by the sud-
den question, glanced Inquiringly
toward Estada, who had already com-
pletely lost his sense of humor.
“Go!" the lutter growled. “Why
send the wench Mow. I'll gee to her
later, and teach lier who Is the master
here. Off with her now, but be back
quickly." He leaned out over the rail,
sending his gruff voice below. "Send
up that chest, you men. Hook ou the
boat, Manuel, and let her drag; we
must get out of here In a hurry. All
ready, aloftT
“Ay. ay, sir,"
“Then sheet home; how la It for-
raid?"
“Both anchors apeak, sir.”
“Smartly done—hard down with
your helm, there I That’s It; now let
her play off slowly."
He caught Night of me. All the sav-
age brululity of his nature hud been
brought to the surface by Dorothy's
stinging words, and he sought uow
some fit opportunity to give It vent.
Before 1 could move, be had gripped
me by the collar, and swung me about,
so that the light streaming out from
the cabin fell directly on my face.
“What the devil are you doiug, loaf-
ing aft here? I’ve seen you hungiug
about for ten minutes, never lifting a
hand. Who are you anyhow?"
“ "Joe Gates, sir.”
"Gates—another damned English-
man I How did you ever get aboard
here?”
It was the. returning LeVere who
made explanation before I could reply.
“Manuel brought him on board last
night Picked him up drunk ashore."
“I see. Well now, do you happen to
have any Idea who I am. Gates?"
"No, sir—only that you are one of
the officers."
"I am the first officer, and In com-
mand at present. edro Estada Is my
name. Now, you damned English
whelp, remember that!"
Before I even suspected what was
coming, his unexpected action as swift
as the leap of a poised tiger, he struck
me fairly between the eyes with the
butt of a pistol, and I went down
sprawling onto the deck. For a mo-
ment I seemed, in spite of the vicious-
ness of the blow, to retain a spark of
consciousness, for I knew he kicked
me savagely with his heavy sea boots;
I felt thq pain, and even heard the
words, nqd curses, accompanying each
(brutal sr,jpke.
"You tminken dog I You whelp of a
sea wolf! You English cur! Take
that—damn you! Am! that! You'll
not forget me for awhile^ That’s It
—squirm. I like to see It When you
wake up again, you'll remember Pedro
Estada. How did that feel, you grunt-
ing pig? Here, LeVere, Manuel, throw
this sot Into the forecastle. Curse yoQ,
here Is one more to Jog your memory."
The heavy, Iron-shod boot landed
full In my face, and every sensation
left me as I sank limply back, bloody
and unconscious.
“Thai’s right; 1 shipped first out of
Bristol.” , -
“So did I, mate—twenty year* ago
though, and I never went back since.
My name is Tom Watkins. Let’s shake;
there Is quite a sprinkling of us Brit-
ishers ribpurd, and we ought'to bang
together."
He pot out a big, hairy fist, and I
gripped It henrttly, decidedly liking
the man aa his eyes ftankly met mine.
He appeared honest and square, • floe
type of the English seaman.
•Tom Watkins, you said. May I ask
If you were out on the bow-sprit along
with Haines last nightT
“Just afore the longboat com# ini
Yea. we were there",
“Well, l was down below, hanging
to the cable, and overheard you two
talking together. Somehow, Watkins,
you do not seem to me to fit In exactly
with this gang of pirates; you don’t
look to he that sort. How loug huve
you been with them?” -
t' | ~ •■'* - ■- |,
KEEP YOURSELF ~
You can't afford to bo hud up with
•re, aejung kidneys in these
tired all the time, and suffer with lame
back, chare pains, dissy cpoHa, head-
aod diapitUted kidney action, nac
a Kidney Pill*. It may aavo an
[ of rbauomticm, dropsy, or
Bright’c disease. Doan’s bare helped
thousands back to health.
Carlyle gets further attention
from the bruit' Estada, but In a
different form. What may It
portend? Doee It offer hope of
final escape or further danger to
Carlyle and Dorothy?
iTo BIS CONTINUED.)
SAID HE SAW HELL AFLOAT
Some Excuse for Backwoodsman**
Story When He First Saw tha
Steamboat Armenia.
Competition for passenger trnde
among steamboat companies on the
Hudson river In the early days of
steam navigation went so far some-
times that It defeated Its own ends
and wus somewhat amusing tn the
retrospect. Such was the case with
the Armenia, one of the first boats
built which was fnst enough to make
most of the trip from New York to
Albany by daylight. This wns for the
purpose of attracting passengers who
wished to view the beautiful river
scenery, but for fear that scenery alone
would pall on the passengers, the own-
ers also Installed a steam calliope. The
calliope wus simply a series of steam
whistles pitched In various keys of
sufficient number to piny simple tunes.
The Armenia was considered no [no-
thing remarkable when she first ap-
peared, as Indeed she was. The de-
mand on her boilers for steam to blow
the calliope whistles was so great,
however, that the expense of furnish-
ing the passengers with steam tunes
as well as speedy transportation was
more thnn the owners could afford.
The story Is told of a Cafsklll back-
woodsman, who, while visiting a river
town for the first time, saw the Ar-
menia' plying along before dawn,
spouting sparks and smoke and with
all her discordant whistles blowing.
On his return home he told a wonder-
ful tnle of seeing the devil going up
the river In a sawmill with all- the
denizens of hell on board shrieking Id
awful torment.
J. If. Hills, pas-
tor of Methodist
Church, Brushy
Creek, Texas, says:
•The first symptom
of kidney trouble In!
my case wss back-
ache. I had a dull
ache In my lotna
and In th* morning
my back was stiff
and lams. My kld-
nsys sets# Irregu-
larly and I had
Mins In the back _ _
of my head. Dtssy
spells cams on and black spots seemed
to float before my eyes. I hoard about
Doan's Kidney Pills and usad three
boxes. They gave entire satisfaction.”
Oat DmA at Aa# Stans, Ms • Baa
DOAN’S
VOSTEMULBURN CO- BUFFALO. N. Y.
Prefer* Hot Pitch Soup.
Hub—What do you call this?
Wife—That’s angel cake, dear.
Hub—Well, If that’s what angels art
compelled to live on I’m going to re-
sign ns deacon In our church.—Boston
Evening Transcript.
LIFT OF CORNS!
' ■ .■>
Chose to Continue Playing the Fool.
won’t move, give her a shove. Then
tie her up again, and take the turn of
a rope 'round her. What do you think
this, Is—a queen's reception? Move
lively, senorttn,” In mock sarcasm.
Her gaze settled on him, where he
hung far out, grasping a backstay,
watching the movements below, and
her slender form straightened aa by
the acquisition of new strength.
“If these creatures will take their
hands off me,” she said, using their
tongue without a tremor In the clear
voice. “I cad easily go up alone. What
Is It you are so afraid of—a woman?"
The expression of Estnda’s face
promised an outburst of profanity, but.
instead of giving It utterance, he lifted
his cap In a sudden pretense at gal-
lantry.
“Your pardon, senorlta," he said In
a tone of mockery. “If you have come
to your senses at Ihst, It Is well. Leave
her alone, men. Now, my beauty, I am
taking you at your own word—a atep,
and then the protection of my hand.
We welcome you, aa a guest aboard.”
A moment and she had attained the
deck. Estada chose to continue play-
ing the fool. „
‘Thanks, senorlta—thanks," be be-
gan softly, and again bowing before
her, cap '.n hand. “We greet you with
due honor aboard the Namur—"
“Enough of that, you coward, yon
murderer," she broke In coldly. “Do
‘not touch nor speak to me."
Khe turned her back on hlnfftius
coming face to face with LeVere, who
CHAPTER XII.
A Friend In the Forecastle,
I slowly opened my eyes to find my-
self lying in an upper bunk of the fore-
castle. Memory soon returned, stimu-
lated no doubt by the aching of my
body where Estuda lmd so hrutully
kicked me with hts henvy boot. The
heavy rolling of the burk clearly evi-
denced that we were already at sea,
and bucking ugalnst a high wind. It
wns u dark, dlsrnul, smelly Interior,
amply large enough, but III ventilated,
and Inexpressibly dirty. 1 must have
been lying unconscious for several--‘Hoo can l come In time boots?" wns
hours. 1 rested* back, feeling of the
numerous bruises ou my body, and
touching gingerly the dried blood
caked on my face. No very serious
damage seemed to have been done, al-
though every muscle and tendon ap-
peared to be strained and lacerated.
Clinching my teeth to keep back a
groan, I succeeded In sitting upright,
my head touching the upper deck, as
I undertook to survey my surround-
ings. About half the bunks seemed to
be occupied, the figures of the sleeping
men barely discernible.
As I sat there, staring about at this
scene there was a stir within the up-
per berth on my own level, and an up-
lifted face appeared suddenly In the
yellow flare of light. It waa mani-
festly an English face at first glance,
rosy of cheek, with chestnut beard. A
pair of humorous, gray eyes surveyed
me silently, and then, apparently satis-
fied by the scrutiny, the owner sat up
in the bunk, revealing powerful shoul-
ders, and a round, bull neck.
“Ahoy, mate,” he aald pleasantly,
endeavoring to speak low, the effort
reaembllng the growl of a bear. “How
do you feel—pretty ■ore?"
“Ache from head to foot," I an-
swered, Immediately feeling hla friend-
liness. “But no harm done."
“I saw part of It. The damn black
brute kicked euvagely enough, but at
that you're lucky; It’s the Spanish
style to use a knife. I’ve see# that
cock slash a man Into ribbons for
nothing at aU—Just to show lie was
A Rousing Preacher,
Among the anecdotes told of the
Inte Rev. Dr. Somerville of Ander-
stnn, Glasgow, Is the following:
When he wns assistant to Doctor
Bonnr at Larhert he had over three
miles to walk from his lodging at
Larhert to Duntpacd, where he gen'
ernlly preached. He used to set off
early In the morning, giving thunder-
ing knocks on the cottage doors on his
route to rouse the late-slumbering In-
mntes, commanding them to come to
church, and taking no refusal. One
morning he met a qu»rrymnn whom,
ns usual, he urged to accompany him.
the stolid reply. Doctor Somerville
took off his own footgear and Insisted
on an exchange. “Now,” he Mid,
"mine are good enough for you to
hear ?n and yours are good enough foi
me to preach In!”
Elegant Engflah.
A woman was one day Writing aa
excuse because she had been slow I
answering a letter. She said:
would have written before, but I have
l»een sick with a dog bite In the arm.
The man that owns the sawmill's <1o*
bit me In the road." The excuse wnt
accepted. Her composition sound!
very much like that ef a small bo;
who tried to explain to a fellow
swimmer the best way to get rid n|
water in his ears. He saw how un
comfortable the man was and callef
to him In a friendly way: “Hey
roister, hop on the leg that th# ear’i
got the water In."
Wagon Crane.
A Michigan inventor hna patented i
crane to be attached to any wagon tt
enable one man to pick up a can ec
ashes or garbage along a curb an/
empty it Into the wagon.
And They Coma High.
Tt sounds funny," said the fare
tlous feller, “hut most deep tlunken
have lofty thoughts."
Drop Freestone on « toUchy
corn, then lift that com
off with fingers
Applause Is the spar of noble mind*
the end and aim of weak ones.—f
Co* too.
Doesn't hart • bit! Drop • little
Freesone oa an aching corn, Instantly
that com stops hurting, then yon lift
tt rlgb£ out Yes, magic 1 KV> humbug I
A tiny bottle of Freesone costa but a
few cents at any drug store, but Is suffi-
cient to remove, every hard com, soft
com, or com between the toes, and the
calluses, without soreness or Irritation.
Freesone Is the sensational discovery
of a Cincinnati genius. It is wonderful.
New Dignities.
"We're getting our turn at Inst," iw
marked the cheery salesman as he fig-
ured the government's share in the
transaction. „
"How do you mean?"
“We used to be only taxpayers.
N9W most of us are also tux collect-
ors.”
l)r. tVery'* "Does Shot” la not • “1*.
Sanaa” or "•jrrup” but a real olS-fuhlooed
doss of medlolnr which cleans out Worm*
sr Tapeworm with a ainals doss. Adv.
Entirely Conditional.
He—So you wouldn't marry the best
Aisu living?
Hh<*—Well, not unless I was sure tt
would make a better man of him.-*
Boston Transcript.
That's the Question.
Reggie—1 have always said I would
flevnh marry a girl who waa stupid.
Miss Keen—Rut how are you going
to know?—Boston Transcript.
You Do More Work,
Yob are more ambition* and you get more
enjoyment out of everything when your
Wood is in flood condition. Impurities in
the blood have a very depressing effect on
the system, causing weakness, laziness,
nervousness and sickness.
GROVE’S TASTELESS Chin TONIC
restores Energy end Vitality by Purifying
and Enriching the Blood. When yon feel
Its strengthening, invigorating effm,sea
bow it brings color to the cheeks ai d how
It improves the appetite, yon will then
appreciate its true tonic value.
(JROVE’S TASTELESS Chin TONIC
Is not a patent medicine, it is simply
IRON and QUININE suspended in Syrup.
So pleasant even children lik» it The
Wood needs Quinine to Purify It anti IRON
to Enrich it These reliable tonic prop-
erties never fail to drive out impurities la
the Wood.
The Strength-Creating F&wer of GROVE'S
TASTELESS ttiffTONIC has made it
the favorite toaic in thousands of borne*.
Mere than thirty-five yean ago, folks
would ride a long distance to get GROVE'S
TASTELESS Chill TONIC when •
member of their family had Malaria er
needed • body-building, strength-giving
tonic. The form ala is just the same to-
day. end you can get it from say drag
•tom «oc y*r botue.
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