The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1871-12-09
Select Story.
The Smuggler'S Daughter.
A TRUE SCOTTISH TALE.

An English brig of.war lay to, off the
Southern shore Of the Island of Firee
which is one Of the Hcbrides, on th,
Western coast Of Scotland. And The
brig had captured prize. She had
been sent up after smugglers, and had
taken one of the most notorious of the
smuggling crew-a stout, bold, reckles.
man-named Donald Kenmore. He
was commander of a smuggling vessel
and tho chief spirit among the contra
bandists Of that section
When Kenmore knew that his vessel
must be taken if she remained above
water, he deliberately knocked biz
hole in her bottom, aud sunk her where
she lay. Her crow were sent of before
he did this, and they made their escape
He retained light skiff, hoping to make
his escape also. His daughter was with
him, she having refused to leave the
vessel before him. They had entered
the skiff; and while they stopped to see
he old vessel go down, boat came from
the war.brig and cut them off. 1t was
too late now to escape, and Kenmore
saw that resistance would be useless, SC
he gave himself up with as good grace
as possible.
Flora Kenmore was eighteen years
Of age, and possessed of the rugged
beauty of her Highland country women
Her eyes we're large, their glauces
could be as soft as the whisper of love,
or as piercing as the glare of the en-.
ragged lion. She was not large in frame
far from itj but she was stout and
strong, aud her very step was the Ian
guage Of pride and self control. A no.
beman could have loved her most
dearly, but coward would have trem.
bled with conscious littleuess before
her. She was taken with her father
and carried on board the brig of.war.
"Ah Donald Kenmore" uttered the
commander of the brig as the smuggler
was led to the quarter deck, "you and
have met before"
"Ah Captain Thornhill, we have"
replied the smuggler, in calm, proud
tone. Twice | have captured; but
now, Captain, your turn has come"
"And | think the people will thank
me for it," said the Englishman.
"The people p uttered Kenmore, in.
dignantly. Say, the peoples ruler
No sir the people have been blessed
by me too much for that! Go ask the
poor men upon whose table l have
placed the luxuries of life at cost
which they could afford if they will
thank thee for taking away their bene.
factor No! John Thornhill They
cannot pay what the British Lords
would force from them to help in sus-
tanning an army Of noblemeu in luxur.
ious Incidence Go now and ask the
people--the producers of England and
Scotland--thc workers has be.
friended them-Donald Kenmore--or
your sharp. nosed cruiser p
"By my soul, Sir Smuggler, but you
/ are eloquent"
because / am honest. But, Can.
tain Thornhill, what is now to be my
fate p :
al should suppose you might judge
was Thornhills reply.
81 may guess, but l suppose you
might know, sir"
"Well, sir, can answer; you will
meet one of two fates; you will either
be transported for life, or be hungp
$50 | supposed" said the smuggler
without the movement of muscle.
The commander was now called to
attend to making sail, and Donald Ken.
more was led away forward and put in
chains. Flora requested that she might
be allowed to accompany her father, and
her request was granted. She was Of.
tered berth in the cabin, but she
chose to remain by her fathers side.
About an hour after the brig had
made sail, the First Lieutenant
stout, coarse fellow, named Woolcr-
came up to where Flora stood, aud
placing his hand upon her fair neck, he
asked her for kiss She started back
and while her eye flashed fire, she drew
small pistol from her bosom and
cooked il. @
miserable dog' she uttered, in .
low, firm tone, "dare to place your foul
touch upon me again and you shall
diel
"Tut, tut! my pretty bird,'' cried
Wooler, "you would not be SO cruel
But his voice tremhled, aud his frame
shook with tho modification he tried tt
hide.
~ think you will not tempt me, a,
AL events" the maiden returned, will
biting irony,
The Lieutenant bit his lips, and hi,
tists cleuched but he had not the dar
Ing to go farther, SO he turned away
and walked aft. From that moment
the crew looked upon the maiden with
admiration. They did not like Woolel
the least
1t was afternoon when the brir
squared away, and as the wind was