The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-11-05
THE TRIBUNE.
TIE sMUGaLER's DAUGHTER,
BY F. H. STAUFFER.

Old Joyce Morgan sat in his hut anon
the beetling crags of an English coast
A muscular, broad -chested thick set ma
he was-looking somewhat like villain
too, with his shirt unbuttoned at tn
throat, with his broad, hard mouth, gre
twinkling eyes, and crisp hair that la,
wherever he showed it with his Drawn,
hands.
One leg was pushed well away from tn,
other, which was bandagcd; his at ant
staff lay on the floor. and upon the tabl,
stood pitcher of mulled ale, of which
he had been quaffing freely. He wa
grasping the arm of his chair with one
hand, while with the other he was ges
ticulatirg toward his daughter Catherine
IA if to add force to his gruffly spoken
words.
Catherine stood before the dresser, heI
face half turned over her shoulder toward
him, her black hair floating down her
neck, and the fingers of her right hand
clasped nervou>ly in the fingers of her
left. She looked very pretty, simple as
her attire was, only her brows were knit
AMI there was panied expression about
her lips.
II tell you. Catherine, +" continued sthe
old man, In his rough way, that you
must break with this ynuns lieutenant
sooner or later-and you may as well do
ii now. He is too handsome, and smart,
and dainty to be i'll earnest in courtin.
such homely, simple little chit as you
a.c.
Father, I am not homely," resented
the girl, with spirit. He loves me: he
has told me 80 again and again, and [
cannot doubt his honesty. | knew that
he loved me before he told me so-and,
father, love him Whv do you want
me to break with him? 1t will be all the
better for me to marry above my station,
now that | have the chance.
''Ah, but he does not mean to marry
you, Catherine He has a sweetheart at
every point his ship touches, | II warrant
and I'll warrant, also, that he has
promised to marry them all. He is just
amusing himself with you, and means
you harm No one can tell what morn
ing he will be carried back to his ship a
corpse He has been sent to ferret out
the smugglers. who have grown auda-
cious, and nice time he will have of it,
Eighteen years ago Captain Sykes, of the
Nestor, came on a ike GRAND. He was
found at the bottom OF d quarry, with an
ounce ball in his brain. Ten years later
the mate of the Wallingford was fishe;l
up. There was boulder chained to his
neck and Il placari pinned to his breast.
So it will be with this lover of yours He
muss. not come 'peekin' round here; lie
is already spotted.
Lieutenant Surrey is in the discharge
of his duty, father spoke up Catherine.
brayely. HE is aware of the dangers
that beset him. and if he escapes them
and accompanies his GRAND, the highest
honors will await him. y
And if he is killed %
Then | know one poor soul who will
mourn in bitterness. These smusglers
are veritable outlaws, aud should be
brought to justice.
.'And who are the smugglers % asked
the old man, fixing his keen grey eyes
upe, her.
Heaven only knows!'' she replied.
Vernon, the priest, may be the leader
of the gang.
'PrepoSterouS
"Or Aldermen, the notary"
Equally as Improbable.
Cor your brother, madcap Dick.
such life might suit him. His
comings and goings are mysterious
enough
''lour oil father, here may be at the
head of the maraudcrs.
'.Why talk III this Way to me, father?
because | am merely opening your
eyes to the truth, reioined Joyce Nor
gan, in "a low. sober, tone. ''Dick and |
have led the gang fer ten years, and
Lieutenant Surrey Is our blttercst cne-
The girl clutchcd her hands yet more
tightly and turned upon her father with
a frightened look.
You are trying to worry me, she
said
what simple minded soul you are,
to be sure, said he. with a boisterous
laugh. Il am telling you the truth. 1t
shows how unsuSpectlng you are. What
livelihood did you suppose | followed all
these years Not simply fishing, ch :?
LA, ha Let me tell you, Catherine.
There is an underground passage leading
from my house to the white cliffs off the
coast The mouth of it is hidden with
masonry as natural as the rest Of the face.
Up that passage the goods are struggled,
and secrcted in vaults stretching away
for yards beneath u.s. Many valuable
cargo has thus been spirited away, to the
u,Iaccountable surprise of scores Ofrevenue
spies.
Catherine tremblcd at these words :;
she always knew when her father spoke
In earnest; and recoliections of myster-
ious movements she had seen, and strange
sounds she had heard, come to her in
confirmation.
You understand things little more
plainly now, [ suppose, resumed the
old man. MY knife is at Surrey throat
and his at mine You can be nothing to
him or he to you [ have told you all
this, knowing that you are too much of
a Morgan to betray us. You must be-
come an ally: we are so circumstance
that you can aid US very much, and you
m.ta aid Us: When is young Surrey to
call again p
IL. promised to come this evening, '
stammered Catherine blushing
Good - and the old smuggler rubbed
his hard palms together. Our jauuty
little craft has been playing off and on
for week past on his account The
cargo is the best of the season. and must
be got in to night at every hazard. When
the lieutenant comes you must be cspec-
tally entertaining. Keep him here until
midnight and we are safe. a glass or
two of drugged wine will settle him"
Father, cried Catherine, falling on
her knees to him, Il cannot do anything
SO treacherous as that -
But you can and you must" replied
the old man, fcrcelv, with horrid oath
gathering US his hat and cane ''If you
refuse, Dick will have to slit Surrey s
throat at twilight, and | NAV be tempted
20 serve you in some way-so now Is your
refusal to benefit you or him? Do it
aud he will be safe for time, the cargo
will be got in, your father will be conSid