Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1890-02-15

| upon Kelley, suddenly changing hi:
manner, laughed and said:
"'Lool< here, Mr.. Lonorme, what dc
you want to be o fool for? Haven't you
the sense to know when tho luck is In
your hands? Here you are, with the
girl you love, and that loves you, and
with money in your pocket. Her hus
band has let her slip. She don't care
for him, and never did; and it's ten tc
ono the Yankees have shot him before
now. Nows your chance; pay me what
| want, and I'll take you both TO Eng
land, whore you can live happy together
as long as you like. Comet what say
you? It's to take or to leave Then he
clapped his hand on Franks shoulder
and added: Look at hcr there she
stands! and may l never speak again il
her eyes don't say: DO it-and lot us be
happyp"
Frank turned; there stood Letitia
indeed, and her eyes met his. What he
saw in them don't know; perhaps Kel.
| ley had been right. Be that as it may,
Frank turned again, slowly, and con-
fronted the privateer. The next in.
stant Kelley made q grab for his
weapon, but Frank was too quick for
him. He levelcd his revolver, and sent
bullet through the mans skull. Kel,
ley fell dead on the deck.
The crew gave shout, and crowded
about them. Frank kept his head, and
spoke short and sharp.
"'That fellow, who was your skipper,
was liar and scoundrel. He broke
his word and bond with me, and then
tried to persuade me to forfeit my own
honor, pledged to see this lady safe to
her home. killed him, for death was
his desert. Now, call on you to help
me run this ship to Galveston. Once
there, 1 will divide ten thousand dollars
among you, and you may go where you
will. If you refuse, / have still five
shots left here, and 1 promise you that
five of you shall die. Now, then, which
is it to be-yes, or mop
The men gave him q cheer and swore
to obey him. He took the helm-he was
good sailor-and, the wind being fair,
they reached Galveston in thirty-six
hours. During that time, Frank had
not slept, nor exchanged word with
Letitia. He paid the men their money,
and took Letitia to her father and moth
er But she, it appeared, had contract
ed fever, either in the swamps of the
Terre Bonne, or on the ship. She took
to her bed and died week later, being
delirious most of the time. Frank tend
ed her during her illness; she did not
know him, but, in her crazy talk, she
constantly spoke his name, and called
for him, and said again and again that
she loved him and only him. 1t must
have been terrible to her mother to hear
this. What it was to Frank won't at
tempt to conjecture. An hour before
the end she came into her right mind.
She thanked Frank, kindly, but rather
coldly, for having brought her safely to
her journeys end. But she seemed not
to wish him to be near her; and l have
sometimes wondered-but who can
fathom q woman's heart?-whether she
quite forgave him for keeping his word
so we'll! At last her mother asked her
if she had no word to send to Alexander
She said: 'none-noner and they could
get none from her. Well, she died, and
Frank left Galveston and disappeared. -
And never was heard from again?"
l demanded, as the Colonel paused.
"Unfortunately, he was heard Of
again." he answered. "You SEQ, it's a
sad story. One day, six months later,
he turned up at the headquarters of our
regiment, in North Carolina. Alexander
was Colonel by that time, and was Ma
jor Within an hour, on some flimsy
pretext or other, he had picked quarrel
with Alexander, and publicly slapped
his face. We did all we could to make
him apologize, but it was no use. Alex
ander was forced to challenge. was
AleXander's second. The duel came off
in the early morning. The word was to
be given, and they were to fire at will.
Alexander fired at the word, and, as I
saw, without taking aim. Frank stood
erect for about ten seconds; then he
raised his pistol and fired in the air.
The duel was over; honor was satisfied.
Alexander came forward to take his adj
versary's hand. Just before he reached
him, Frank staggered and fell forward.
He was shot through the heart" t."-Julian
Hawthorne, in n. Y. Ledger.
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