Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-22
NOT IN THE BOOK.

NOT IN THE BOOK.
 was sitting in a tiny shocshnp, perched high and dry on the sea wall, watching my friend, the "cap'u." stitCE shoes-little children's shoes. called him "cap'n" by way of compliment, this queer old fellow with his bald pate and oily, mackerel face. Truth to tell, doubt his having arrived even to the dignity of mate, and it was many q long year since his desertion of the Mary Lib and her crew for the safer but less lucra- tive occupation of making shoes
 The bay before us glintci and sParklcd beneath tho pale, sunlit sky lik" d mon ster diamond, and away to the left stretched the green waters of inc Allan tic, mysterious and enchanting.
 Did yeh know thet some summer folks had bought the islun?" casually re- marked the capn as he paused to rewax and roll his thread.
 (Which island?" I proceeded to in quire, for there were some half dozen rock heaps dotting the bay.
 "Why-er, the one alongside of Jilly's pint, with tho dear little trees on ct. See 'em:'
 "Oh, you mean Pirates islc'r'
 Well, never hcerd ct called thct."
 This was too much. I drew a yellow covered guidebook from my pocket and triumphantly read:
 Pirates Isle A small island of Jilly's point, noted for having been the resort of pi- rates before and after the Revolution. The house is still standing from which old Hich- born and his gang were routed by the govern ment inspectors in l19O.
 "Gorry, ych don't say? Very Cur'ous cause my gran'ther built thct house, nd he warn't no pirate. Leastways. never hcerd of his bein. He only fished of the Gran banks" And the cap'n favored me with a prodigious wink-a wink of cxultation at my defeat and delight at putting my book in tho lie. It was not the first time he had done this, and in disgust tossed tho poor paper thing through tho open window into the sea. uenceforth the cap'n should bc my only guide.
 A mighty wave, chancing to dash against tho red brown rocks below, sent up a saucy wreath of spray to sprinklc our faces with salt drops. The cap'n looked up from his work and regarded admiringly his old time enemy, Father Ocean, and musing apostrophizcd: Old ocean, ever in motion. Restless sea, never still.
 My friend was somewhat of poet tp it known
 "ThCt little islun. h0 continued, turr- ing to mo an unusually gravc face ''thet little islun is dreadful place. Et's got blood on ct 'nl wouldn't live there cf they'd give't to mo. No. sir
 Then ct doesn't belong to your fam fly now"
 ! No. ct don't. We sold ct a-many year ago, aforo mother nd father died. I aiII't set foot on f for nigh on tn T. year. Not scncc-but you don't want {" i hear about thet."
 Indeed l do, capn. What happened there: Tell me, do, I urged, Lord! you be the mos curious boy as evers see. You'll cut yerself to pieces some day jes' to see how et'n feel. But mind, now, this ain't a pretty story. Et'll make yeh feel real bad-wuss than pirates nd hants nd sech, cause cts true, ev'ry word of ct
 I'm waiting, cap'n," was the only re- sponse. And quietly at first, with many pause for long pull at his clay pipe but with ever increasing emotion, he re lated the following story, which Ina: haunted me ever since:
 "Et were 16 year ago come this fal thet big feller, named Sam Weston come ashore with wife nd little tn. Ht were mate on the Breezy, a tishin wesse bound fer the banks. He come to ia ther nd said: Will yeh rent me thet lit tie house O yourn over on tn iSlun Can't seem to fin no berth ill the town. He were werry jolly, nd father, he said Aye! Take ct nd welcome Mother she took right a-hold nd helped the ga with 'er duds-she were arays helpir some un, mother was-'nd painted uI an or dory for 'em to row over nd back in.
 Well, bum-by, in bout a week th' Breezy set sail, nd Sam Westen wen along of CT. The gal nd little fellel were left alone on tn islun. She seemed & bit down hearted at fust, but she wer too joyful creatur' to stay that wa! long. Call me Jess,' she says to mother cause I love ye already. Call me Jess. Lord, Lord! She were a delightful creatur'-tall nd slim. with black hai nd eyes the color of water, You sh' hev' heered her laf. Mother used to sa ct made her feel young agin to hear the . laf, ct was so good nd hearty.
 "Jess cd pull 8 dory against any felle , along shore. nd they all 'mired her afte thet big shoal O herrin come in late, n she helped pick the nets cause they wa short O hands nd dories. She saved O crazy Bills life one day when his boa ! capeized in a squall. Bill never forgC
 that, cracked as he were. The little ul Neddy, too, how she did love i'm! H
 werea fat, solemn looking little felie 3 onstidy on his legs nd jes' beginnin r talk. Favored Sam, but he'd her eyes bootiful eyes!
 Well, one mild, bright day in winte
 the Breezy agin dropped anchor in tl
 harbor. She he'd a fust rate haul O fiji
 aboard 'er, nd they'd been a very ca.