San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1895-09-29

him in each of our houses, that he
might feel at home in our society when
ever he CHANGED to be in our neighbor-
hood. In all these arguments there was
never one word of question from any of
us as to the honesty of our design. We
mad settled that once and for all, before
starting ON this expedition, and since
then, little by little, we had come to re-
gard the Goodwin estate as natural gift,
as freely to be taken as blackberry
from the hedge Nay, believe Dawson
and would have contested our right to.
it by reason of the pains we were taking
to possess it.
And now, being in the month of
June, and our year Of exile Gas it liked
us to call it) nigh at an end, Dawson
one night put the question to Don San
chez, which had kept us futtering in
painful suspense these past three months,
whether he had saved sufficient by his
labors to enable us to return to England
ere long.
eyes" says he gravely, at which we
did all heave one long sigh of relief, 81
learn that ~ convoy of English ships is
about to sail from Alicante in the be-
ginning of July, and if we are happy
enough to find favorable opportunity
we will certainly embark in one of
them.''
Pray, senor," says I, "what may
that opportunity be, for tits but three
days march hence to Alicante, and we
may do it with light foot in two?''
"The opportunity 1 speak OF, an
swers he, sis the arrival, from Algeria,
of a company of pirates, whose good
service l hope to engage in putting us.
aboard an English ship under flag of
truce as redeemed slaves from Barbary.''
pirates 70 cry we in low breath.
'What, senor?" adds Dawson. care
we to trust ourselves to the mercy and
honesty of Barbary pirates on the open
sea?''
81 would rather trust to their hon
esty," answers the don, dropping his.
voice that he might not be heard by
Moll, who was leading home the goats,
Ethan to the mercy of an English Judge,
if we should be brought to trial with
insufficient evidence to support our
story"
Jack and stared at each other aghast
at this talk of trial, which had never
once entered into our reckoning of prob
abilities.
eff know aught of my fellow men,
continues the don surely and slow, THAT
grasping steward will not yield up his.
trust before he has made searching in
quiry into Moll's claim, act she her
part never so well. We cannot refuse to,
give him the name of the ship that
brought us home, and, learning that we,
embarked at Alicante, jealous suspicion
may lead him to seek further informal
ton there, with what result?"
"Why, we may be blown with venge-
ance, if he come ferreting so nigh as.
that" says Dawson, land we are like
to rot in Jail for our pains"
"You may choose to run that risk; /
will not" says the don.
"Nor 1 either" says Dawson, land
God forgive me for overlooking such a
peril to my Moll But do tell me plain
ly, senior, granting these pirates be the
most honest thieves in the world, is.
there no other risk to fear?"
The don hunched his shoulders.
Life itself is game" says he, Gin
which the meanest stroke may not be
won without some risk; but, played as
1 direct, the odds are in our favor.
Picked up at sea from an Algerine boat,
who shall deny our story when the evil
dence against us lies there" laying his
hand out toward the south, "where no
man in England dare venture to seek it?"
"Why, to be sure," says Dawson;
"that way all hangs together to a nice
ty. For only wizard could dream Of
coming hither for our undoing."
"For the rest" continues the don
"there is little to fear.
Judith Goodwin has eyes the color Of
Moll's, and in all else Simon must ex-
pect to find change since he last saw
his masters daughter. They were in
Italy three years. That would make Ju-
dith lisping child when she left Eng
land. He must look to find her altered.
Why" adds he in a more gentle voice,
as if moved by some inner feeling Of
affection and admiration, nodding to-
ward Moll, "see how she has changed
in this little while. should not know
her for the raw, half starved spindle of
a thing she was when saw her first
praying in the barn at Tottenham
Cross. -
Looking at her now browsing the
goats among my most cherished herbs),
was struck also by this fact, which,
living with her day by day, had slipped
my observation somewhat. She was no
longer a gaunt, ungainly child, but a
young woman, well proportioned, with
a rounded cheek and chin, brown tinted
by the sun, and, to my mind, more
beautiful than any of their vaunted
Moorish women. But, indeed, in this
country all things do mature quickly,