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IR HENRY BUCCANEER By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY, Author of "The Southerners,'* "For Love of Country/* "The Grip of Honor,*' Etc. COPYRIGHT, 1903. BY G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY : _ CHAPTER L I YT IS gracious majesty King i H C^iar^es H- of England, in I g sportive - and acquisitive - < 3 mood, had made him a knight; but, as that merry monarch himself 4iad said of another unworthy subject "whom he had ennobled-his son, by the ' ?Seft hand-"God Almighty could not 'make him a gentleman!'* Yet, to the casual inspection* little or Slothing appeared to be lacking to en . v^itle him to all the consideration at? tendant upon that ancient degree. His attire, for instance, might be a year ..or two behind the fashion of England s?snd still farther away from that of 3S*rance, then, as now, the standard Quaker in dress, yet it represented the -extreme of the mode in his majesty's tass island of Jamaica. That it was, ?a trifle too vivid in its colors and too ?triking in its contrasts for the best taste at home possibly might be con? doned by the richness of the material Used and the prodigality of trimming "which decorated it Silk and satin ?rom the orient, lace from Flanders, Seather from Spain, with jewels from ? everywhere, marked him as a person ^entitled to some consideration at least. Even more compulsory of attention, if snot of respect, were his haughty, over? bearing, satisfied manner, his look of ?command, the expression of authority ?n action he bore. ' Quite in keeping with his gorgeous ^appearance was the richly furnished %oom in which he sat in autocratic isolation, plumed hat on head, quaff? ing, as became a .former brother of '-the coast and sometime buccaneer, .?mazing drafts of the fiery spirits of the island of which he happened to be. ?d mterim, the royal authority. Bot It was his face which attested the .acuteness of the sneering observation %f the unworthy giver of the royal ac? colade. No gentleman ever bore face like that. Framed in long, thin, gray 'COris which fell upon his, shoulders aifter the fashion of the time, it was as "CrueL as evil, as sensuous, as ruthless, ?s powerful an old lace as had ever looked over a bulwark at a sinking ship or viewed with ind inference the ? -Sir Hoiy Morgan I ^iVaging of a devoted town. Courage S?here -was. capacity in large measure, not one trace of human kindness. ' Thin, lean, hawk-like, ruthless, cnn .T*?ng, weather beaten, it was sadly out ^? place in its brave attire in that ^united chamber. It was the face of <*. man who ruled by terror, who com? manded by might. It was the face of i adventurer, too. one never sure of I s position, but always ready to fight Sar it and able to fight well. There .as a watchful, alert, inquiring look i the fierce blue eyes, an intent, ex ;-ectant expression in the craggy coun ?nance, that told of the uncertainties his assumptions; yet the lack of as? surance was compensated for by the tlrm, repinte lin? of the mouth under 'tiis trifling upturned mustache, with its .-ps at the same time thin and sensual. .nd Le was an old man too. Sixty ^?d years of vicious life, glossed over IL the last two decades by an assump? tion of respectability, had swept over ' gray hairs, which evoked no rever :aee. 'There was a heavy frown on his face a that summer evening in the year .of ?ur Lord 1SS5. The childless wife ~"5faom he had taken for his betterment .nd ,v,her worsening some ten years -ince-in succession to Satan only -aaew how many nameless, unrecogniz .? precursors-had died a few moment? T^efore in the chamber above his head, fairly bought from a needy father, b& had been a cloak to lend him a ^ertain respectability when he settled jfewn, roil with the blood of thousands vaom he had slain and rich with the .reasure of cities that he had wasted, enjoy the evening of his life. Like s2 who are used for such purposes, she artew after a little space the man over Jihom thc mantle of "her reputation had ?en flung. She had rejoiced at the ?ear approach of that death for which i? had been longing almost since her sedding day. That she had shrunk "rom him in the very articles of dis ?Trction when he stood by her bedside radicated the character of the relation? ship. To witness death and to cause it had seen the habit of this man. He marked t in her case, as in others, with abso .fltte Indifference-he cared so little for 1er that he did not even feel relief at ser going-yet because he was the gov? ernor or Jamaica (really he was only ile vice governor, but between the de? parture of the royal governor and the arrival of another he held supreme ?wer) he had been forced to te ???ins?n! close oh the "Cay ???s wife ? by that public opinion to which he 1 indifferent, but which he could not tirely defy. Consequently he had been on the strand at Port Royal w the Mary Rose, frigate, fresh fi England, had dropped anchor in harbor after her w-^ary voyage aci the great sea. He did not even I know of her arrival, and therefore incoming governor had not been v corned by the man who sat tempe rily, as he had in several preceding terregnums, in the seats of the migl However, everybody else on the land had welcomed him with joy, of ail men who had' ever held office Jamaica Sir Henry Morgan, someti the chief devil of those nefarious bai who disguised their piracy under i specious title of buccaneering, was i most detested. But because of the f t?nate demise of Lady Morgan, as turned out; Sir Henry was not pres? to greet My Lord Carlingford, w was to supersede him-and more. The deep potations the old buccan* had indulged in to all outward inte passed harmlessly down his lean a craggy throat. He drank alone-t more solitary the drinker the mc dangerous the man-yet the room h another occupant, a tall, brawl brown hued, grim faced savage, whe gaudy livery ill accorded with t stern and ruthless visage. He stood the vice governor, watchful, attenti and silent, imperturbably filling aga and again the goblet from which drank. "More ram," said the master, at la ; breaking the silence while lifting I j xaU glass toward the man. "Sent! j me, Black Dog," he added, smilh i sardonically at the silent maroon wi j poured again with steady hand, "y< j are the only soul on this island wi doesn't fear me. That woman abo yonder, curse her, shuddered awi from me as I looked at her dying. Bi your hand is steady. Yon and old Bi Hornigold are the only ones who dor shrink back, hey, Carib? Is it love < hate?" he mused, as the man made i answer. "More,^ he cried, again Iii ing the glass which he had instant: I drained. But the maroon, instead of pourin bent his head toward the windon listened a moment and then turne and lifted a warning hand. The so; breeze of the evening, laden with th I fragrance of the tropics, swept up froi ! the river and wafted to the vice goi j ernor's ears the sound of hoof beat I on the hard, dry road. With sense keenly alert he also listened. Th er were a number of them-a troop poi sibly. They were drawing nearer; the; were coming toward his house, th summer house near Spanish Towi far up on the mountain side, wher he sought relief from the enervatin; heats bf the lower land. "Horsemen!" he cried. "Coming t the house! Many of them! Ah, the; dismount! Go to the door, Carib." But before the maroon could obe; they heard steps cn the porch. Som? , ene entered the hall. The door of tn drawing room was abruptly throw open and two men in the uniform o the English army, with the distinguish ing marks of the governor's guard a Jamaica, unceremoniously entered th room. They were fully armed. Om of them, the second, had drawn hi; sword and held a cocked pistol in tin other hand. The first, whose weapon were still in their sheaths, carried i long official paper with a portentou. seal dangling from it. Both were boot ed and spurred and dusty from riding and both, contrary to the custom ant etiquette of the island, kept theil plumed hats on their heads. "Sir Henry Morgan"- began thc bearer of the paper. "By your leave, gentleman," inter rapted Morgan, with an imperious wave of his hand, "Lieutenant Hawx herst and Ensign Bradley of my guard I believe. You will uncover at once and apologize for having entered sc ; : : .. :*erem onlously." As he spoke the governor rose to his feet and stood by the. table, his righi hand unconsciously resting upon thc i. arr glass flagon of rum. Ile towered :. K'vo the other two men as he stood rherc transfixing them with his resent ful glance, his brow heavy with threat ami : inger. But the two soldiers made no movement toward complying with the admonition of their sometime su I "D'j-e hear me?" he cried, stepping j forward, reddening with rage at their j apparent contumacy. "And bethink j ye, :;irs, had best address me, who j stand ic the place of the king's majes? ty, as your excellency,' or I'll have you i broke, knaves.'' j "We need no lessons in manners from you. Slr Henry .Morgan," cried Hawx? herst, angry in turn to be so brow? beaten, though yesterday he would have taken it mildly enough. "And know by this, sir," lifting the paper, "that you are no longer governor of this island and can claim respect from no one." "Yv'hat do you mean?" -The Mary Rose frigate arrived th;,s morning, bringing Lord Carlingford as his majesty's new governor and this order of arrest." "Arrest? For whom?" "For one Sir Henry Morgan." "For what, pray?" "Well, sir. for murder, theft, treason I -the catalogue fills the paper. You are t?> u? dispatched to England to aw the ting's p?e&?siv- X am sent by "Lora Carlingford ?c. >-**.>zu yo" tc the jail at Port Bojw" "You seeu> 7.? ?nd it a pleasant task." "By heaven, I do, sir!" cried the sol? dier fiercely. "I am a gentleman boru, of the proudest family iu the Old Do? minion, and have been forced to bow and scrape and endure your insults and commands, you bloody villain, but now" " 'Tis no part of a soldier's duty, sir, to insult a prisoner," interrupted Mor? gan, not without a certain dignity. He was striving to gain time to digest this surprising piece of news and thinking deeply what was to be done in this entirely unexpected crisis. "Curse it all, Hawxherst!" Ensign Bradley burst out. pulling at the sleeve of his superior. "You go too far, man. This is unseemly." Hawxherst passed his baud across his brow and by an effort somewhat regained his self control. "Pathless 'tis in this paper writ that yon are to go to England a prisoner on the Mary Rose to await the king's pleasure," he added savagely. "His gracious majesty hath laid his sword upon my shoulder. I am a knight of his English court, one who has served him well upon the seas. His coffers have I enriched by-but let that pass. I do not believe that King Charles, God bless him" "Stop! The Mary Rose brings the news that King Charles IL is dead, and there reigns in his stead his gra? cious majesty King James." "God rest the soul of the king!" cried Morgan, lifting his hat from his head. "He was a merry and a gallant gentle? man. I know not this James. How if I do not go with yon?" "You have ten minutes in which to decide, sir," answered Hawxherst. "And then?" "Then if I don't bring you forth the men of yonder troop will come in with? out further order. Eh, Bradley?" "Quite so, Sir Henry," answered the younger man. "And every avenue of escape is guarded. Yield you, sir. Be? lieve me, there's naught else." "I have ten minutes then," said the old man reflectively. "Ten minutes. Hum!" "Yon may have," answered the cap? tain curtly, "if yon choose to take SD long. And I warn yon," he added, "that you'd best make use of that time to bid farewell to Lady Morgan or give other order for the charge of your af? fairs, for 'twill be a long time, I take it, before yon are back here again." "Lady Morgan is dead, gentlemen, in the room above." "~?t this young Bradley removed his hat, an example which Hawxherst fol? lowed a moment after. They had al? ways felt sorry for the unfortunate wife of the buccaneer. "As for my affairs, they can wait." continued Morgan slowly. "The game is not played out yet, and perchance I shall have another opportunity to ar? range them. Meanwhile fetch glasses. Carib, from yonder buffet." He nodded toward a huge sideboard which stood against the wall imme? diately in the rear of Ensign Bradley and at the same time shot a swift, meaning glance at the maroon, which was not lost upon him as he moved rapidly and noiselessly in obedience. "Gentlemen, will you drink with me to our next merry meeting?" he con? tinued, turning to them. "We're honest soldiers, honorable gentlemen, and we'll drink with no murderer, no traitor!" cried Hawx? herst promptly. "So?" answered Morgan, his eye sparkling with baleful light, although he remained otherwise entirely un? moved. "And let me remind you." continued the soldier, "that your time is pass? ing." "Well, keep fast the glasses, Carib. The gentlemen have no fancy for drinking. I suppose, sirs, that I must fain yield me. but first let me look at your order ere I surrender myself peaceably to you," said the deposed governor, with surprising meekness. "Indeed, sir" " 'Tis my right." "Well, perchance it may be. There can be no harm in it, I think. Eh. Bradley?" queried the captain, catch? ing for the moment his subaltern's eye. Then, as the latter nodded his head, the former extended the paper to Mor? gan. At that instant the old bucca? neer shot one desperate glance at the maroon, who stood back of the shoul ? Shall I fire?' der of the officer with the drawn sword and pistol. As Hawxherst ex? tended the paper Morgan, with the quickness of an albatross, grasped his wrist with his left hand, jerked him violently forward and struck him a vicious blow on the temple with the heavy glass decanter, which shivered in his hand. Hawxherst pitched down at the governor's feet covered with blood and rum. So powerful had been Morgan's blow that the brains of the man had almost been beaten out. He lay shuddering and quivering on the floor. Quickly as Morgan struck, how? ever, Carib had been quicker. As the glass crashed against the templo of the senior the maroon had wrenched the pistol from the junior soldier's hand, and before he realized what had happened a cold muzzle was pressed against his forehead, "Drop that sword!" cried Morgan in? stantly, and as the weapon fell upon the floor he continued, smiling: "That was well .done, Black Dog. Quite old . - (J.J, <. .. . "Shai! l fire?" asked Carib, eur: Lis Hy. A over Li.-, t.e.h in what pas with him f >r a sin,ie. "Not yet." "Your excellency." gasped poor Bi ley, -I didn't want to come. I ven: struted with him a moment since. God's sake'* '.Silence, sirrah: And how much ti have I now, I wonder"/" He looked ins watch as he asked tho quest] "Three minutes! Three minutes tween you and instant death. Ens Bradley, for should one ol* your n enter the room now you see what } would have to expect, sir.*' "Oh, sir, have mercy" "Unless you do exactly what I s you will be lying there with that c riou," cried Morgan, kicking the pr trate body savagely with his jewei shoes. "What do you want me to do? I God's sake be quick, your excellen Time is almost up. I hear the m move." "You are afraid, sir. There still wa two minutes" "Yes, yes, but" "Go to the window yonder," cr: the old man contemptuously-whate\ he was he was not afraid-"and spe to them. Do you, Carib, stand beni: by the window well concealed. If hesitate, if he falter, kill him insta] ly." "Pistol or knife?" "The knife. It makes less noisi cried the buccaneer, chuckling wi devilish glee. "Only one minute and half now, eh, Mr. Bradley?" "They're coming, they're coming whispered Bradley, gasping for brea! "Oh, sir" "We still have a minute," answen Morgan coolly. "Now, stop them." "But how?" "Tell them that you have captur< me; that my wife is dead; that you ai Lieutenant Hawxherst will spend tl night here and fetch me down to Po Royal in the morning; that I ha-* yielded myself a prisoner. Bid the ?tay where they are and drink to yoi health in bottles of rum which shall 1 sent out to them and then to go back i Port Royal and tell the new governo And see that your voice does not trer ble, sir!" There was a sudden movement ou side. "If they get in here," added Morga quickly, "you are a dead man." Bradley, with the negro clutching h arm, ran to the window. With tl point of his own sword pressed again! the back of his neck he repeated tl message which Morgan had given bin which was received by the little squa< ron with shouts of approbation. H turned from the window, pale an trembling. Moistening his lips li whispered; "I stopped them just in time." "Well for you that you did," sai Morgan grimly. "Come hither! Fae that wall! Now stand there! Mov but a hair's breadth, turn your bea the thousandth part of a degree, and nm you through," he added, baring hi sword. "Rum for the men withou Carib," he added, "and then tell m when tiiey are gone." While the two were left alone i: the room Morgan amused himself b; pricking the unfortunate officer wit the point of the weapon, at the sam time enforcing immobility and shene by the most ferocious threats of ? speedy aud cruel death. The men out side drank noisily and presently de parted, and thc half breed came back "Bind this fool." Morgan cominaudet briefly. "Then bid the slaves kee] close in their cabins on pain of m] displeasure-they know what it is. T?ien fetch the fastest horse in th< stable to the f;-ont door. Get my riding boots and cloak, and before you g( hand me that little desk yonder. Bi quick about it. too, for time presses although I have more of it than these gentlemen would have allowed me." As the maroon, after carefully lash' lng the officer with a seaman's expert? ness, rushed out to busy himself ir carrying out these commands, .Morgan opened the desk which he had Landed to him and took from it several rou? leaux of gold and a little bag filled with the rarest of precious stones. Then he made a careful examination of the body on the floor. "Not quite dead yet," he murmured, "but there is no use wasting shot or thrust upon him, he won't survive that blow. As for you, sir," looking at the paralyzed ensign lying bound upou the floor, "you thought you could outwit the old buccaneer, eh? You shall see. I dealt with men when you were a babe in arms, and a babe in arms you are still. Ho, ho!" He laughed long and loudly, though there was neither mirth nor merri? ment in his sinister tones. The blood of the poor listener froze in his veins at thc sound of it. ' The brief preparations which Mor? gan had indicated as necessary for the journey were soon made. Ile was al? ways promptly obeyed hy his own peo? ple. The slaves fled his presence when they could as if he had been a pesti? lence. At a sigu from his taciturn body servant at the open door that the horse was ready he rose to his feet. "Shall I kill this one now?" asked tho maroon. Morgan looked at the young man re? flectively. The tongue of the ensign clavo to the roof of his mouth: the sweat stood out on lils forehead: he could not utter a word from fright, fie was bound and trussed so tightly that he could not make a move either. His eyes, however, spoke volumes. "Well," said Sir Henry deliberately, "it would be a pity to kill him"-he paused-"in a hurry." be added. "Dead men tell no tales." , "Eh, well, we can take care of that. Just lay him near his friend, lock the doors when I am gone and set the place on fire. The people are all out of the house. See they remuai away. "Twill make a hot, glorious blaze. You know the landing opposite Port Roy? al?" The half breed nodded. 1 "Meet me then1 as quick as you can. *' ... . . . AH" ni; Avered thc Caril, '.V.: ! I,-.. y ?.Corg::n. sib;" "?.ci I:;r rritl? the other two; . ~e . . ? ? .???i. y she may like, tue lire. nNot cv:^ dcr.d yet0 for I am afraid there will bo none where she has gone. Goodby, Master Bradley. You allowed me ten min? utes. I take it that this house TT??] burn slowly at first so perhaps yon may count upon-let us say-half an hour. I'm generous, you see. Harry Morgan's way! 'Tis a pity you can't live to take my message to Loni Car? lingford. The next time be sends any one for me let him send men. not fools acd-cowards." "You villain! You cursed, murder? ing villain!" gasped Bradley at last. "To on:- next meeting. air. Bradley, and muy it be in a cooler place than you will be in half au hour!" CHAPTER IL C'~~~""lLOSE under the towering walls of the old Spanish fort, now ; for a Quarter of a century . J dominated by the English flag, as if seeking protection from its frown? ing battlements with their tiers of old fashioned guns, stood the Blue Au ch or tavern. It had been a famous resort for thc bold spirits of the evil soit who had made Port Royal the base of their operations in many a desperate sea venture in piracy in the two decades that had just passed. But times had changed, even if men had not changed in them. The buccaneer had been banished from the Caribbean, whereupon, with a circumspect prudence, he had ex? tended his operations into the south seas, where he was farther from civili? zation, consequently harder to get at and naturally more difficult to control. Since the sack of Panama, twenty-five years ago, his fortunes had been rapid? ly declining. One of the principal agents in promoting his downfall had been the most famous rover of them all. After robbing his companions of most of their legitimate ; .?portion of the spoils of Panama Sir Henry had bought his knighthood at the hands of the venal Charles, paying for it in treasure, into the origin of which, with his usual careless insouciance, his easy? going majesty had not inquired any too carefully. And the old pirate had settled down, if not to live cleanly at least to keep within the strict letter of the law. There was thereafter nothing he abhorred so thoroughly as bucca? neering and the buccaneer-ostensibly, that is. Like many a reformed rake, this gen? tle child of tlie devil, when the opportu? nity came to him with the position of vice governor, endeavored to show the sincerity of his reformation by his zealous persecution. He hanged with? out mercy such of his old companions in crime as fell into his clutches. They had already vowed vengeance upon him, these sometime brethren of the coast, for his betrayal of their confi? dence at Panania. They had further resented his honor of knighthood, his cloak of respectability, his assumption of gentility, and now that he hanged and punished right and left without mercy their anger and animosity were raised to the point of fury, and many of them swore deeply with bitter oaths that if they ever caught him defense? less they would make him pay dearly in torture and torment for these vari? ous offenses. Ile knew them weli enough to realize their feelings toward him, and, blind fate affording him the opportunity of the upper hand, he made them rue more bitterly than ever their wild threats against him. He had, moreover, so conducted him? self in his oScial position that every? body-good, bad and indifferent-on the island hated him. Why he had not been assassinated long since was a mystery. But he was a dangerous man to attack. Absolutely fearless, prompt, decisive, resourceful and with the pow? ers and privileges of the of?oe he held besides, he had so far escaped all the dangers and difficulties of his situa? tion. Charles had constantly befriend? ed him and had refused to give ear ei? ther to the reiterated pleas of the is? landers for his removal or to the em? phatic representations of the Spanish court, which in bitter recollection of what he- had done-and no more cruel or more successful pirate had ever swept the Caribbean and ravaged the Spanish main-were persistently urged upon his notice. But ?v.-itli the acces? sion of James the situation was imme? diately altered. The new monarch had at once acceded to the demand of the Spanish ambassador, presented anew at this opportune time, and a new gov? ernor of Jamaica was dispatched ov<> the sea with orders to arrest Morgan and send him to England. Hawxherst. who in common with all the officers of the insular army hated the blooi stained villain whom fortune bau placed over them, had solicited Lor? Carlingford to allow him to execut? the order, with what success we have seen. [TO BE CONTINUED.] Realism In Art. Little Visitor (pointing to a large oil portrait)-Whose picture ls that? Lit? tle Hostess-She w;is my mamma's great-aunt. I never heard much about her. but guess she was a schoolteacher. Little Visitor - Why? Little Hostess how 1" r eyes follow us about. Give Your Stomach Rest. ?Nothing will cure indigestion that doesn't digest the food, itself, and give the stomach rest. You can't ex? pect that a weak stomach will regain Its strength and get well when it is compelled to do the full work that a sound stomach should do. You wouldn't expect a sick horse to get well when it is compelled to do a full day's work every day in the week. 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