, 1875-11-21
THE PIRATE H0RSE-0AR.

of great men ali remind us
We can make cur lives sublime.


of GREAT men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime.
-LonQ}ltto1c.
CHAPTER 1.-THE BUccSAEERs' OATH.
It was chill November morning. The morn
ing sun had just risen. and with his e1algent
beams was, etc. 1 melancholy mist moaued
through the leafless lamp-posts, and to the trav-
e]er predicted. etc. All Nature was. etc. [NorE-
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1t the corner Of West Madison street and
Winchester avenue stood three beings ia the
hues of youth. one whoBe nams was Smith, and
two whose names weren't. Desperation. hope
and high resolve sat on their brows.
''Jones, suddenly said one, in voice Of min
gled mournfnlness, exulsation, suppEcation, and
command, "and you. Thompson, attond. Life
is blishte1 for u.s. Our salaries at the Empori-
um have been reduced to 514 per week. and We
are expected to find the cigars for the floor
walker out Of that. The haah-market Is buoyant,
and our tailor says that poor Trust is dead. we
have sworn to be avenged on humanity. Ere yon-
der sun has reached its meridian height trim
horse-car will be OURS, wherein We shall prey on
the commerce OF Madison street. Dispatch, dis
patch! You, JONES' shall slay tha driver Voc
betide the conductor who comes within ringe OF
my trusty bootjack Thonpson shall hold the
passcueers in play till we can take their pocket
books IN flank. In yon straight aisle csr-full
may we'll be stopped By Thompson: Ha! Wonder
comes the fated car. 70 your post, and remen-
ber the Buccaneers' Oath!!
CHAPTER 1.-THE CAPTURED CAR.
Then rose from street to sky the last f.r=weu.
Then shreed tue driver and stood still tha brave con-
ductor.
-Bwon.
Aa the Pirate spoke the words narrated in the
preceding chapter. car Mo. IS was dimly saen
looming through the mist. Nearer it came
and nearer, till the ambushod PirateB conld
distinguish the rangbones On the horses 'front.'
legs.
Car No. IS vas wrapped in peaceful and care
less security. The driver VAS kicking hia toes
against the bulwarks to keep them warm. and
humming song The conductor. with his ears
down in his coat-collar, was medatatins whether
he would buy suburban lot with the proceeds
Of his weeks knocking-down, or undertake cor
uer in pork.
spasm OF ruth contracted the features Of the
Pirate "a he Baw the driver. "Let us spare
him, be whispered to his comrades. "Perhaps
he has q wife and children at homs, and din
uer-can under the seat" At that moment the
fated car passed tham and the wind Of morning
bore distinctly to the Pirates ears the melody
that the unsuspecting driver WAS humming. The
pirates brow darkened, and, ip condensed
voice, he hissed '.Show no quarter! Dog !!
He is humming The Mulligan Guards: :"
Next moment the three pirates had bon nded
lightly upon the platform Of the doomed car.
''Fare, sir" said the conductor, as he
approached J. Smith.
s'Are You brave p suddenly replied the pirate
"Whv2" guer1ed the conductor, apparently
at loss to understand the relevancy Of the in
Because" said the Pirate. stern1y and with
Significance, "none but the brave deserve the
fare"
:sCome, now" answered the conduc tor,
''none 9 that shensngan. young feller. Ante
up or I'll bounce yer."
"Ha! hal" laughed the Pirate scornfu1ly :;
I" bounce, wouldst thou7 Take that" and draw
ing his Toledo, O., night fist he knocked
the conductor down. The blow was fatal. The
knocker down WAS knocked down; the con-
ductot ove1thrown.
simultaneously Jones. with the bound Of an
overchargipg tiger. leaped on the driver and
hurled the unfortunate man over the dashboard
beneath the churning whesla There was q
grinding crash and crunch that would have sick
ened anyone but Coroner.
'tSeize the lipes!" cried Smith, IN q voice Of
thunder ''brace up your starboard horse, and
put the car before the wind. Thompson, over
board with that carbon"
HI nss otfE1ptssa Hy shout from the fore
..Nhere away 7" cried Smith, as be brought his
glass to his eye from his mouth, and wiped the
latter On his coat-sleeve.
"About three balf-pinta on our weather horses
bow" replied Jones:
know the coast By my fay, it's Western ave-
nuo. LuH, SIR iuff, and bring her to; man the