The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-04-23
CHAPTER XVII CONTINUED.

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vine. lying in the trough of the sea
off the inlet, with no one visible on
board, and that ere they could reach
her she went down.
The Mervine, not returning, rendered
it certain that it was she. But how came
she in the trough of the sea with no one
visible on deck?
Where was her crew? Was it pos
sible that she had encountered the
pirates and been vanquished?
The captain who had sighted her
reported having seen no other craft
in the locality.
Forty marines and two officers of
the law. Had the pirate Bullion led
them into a trap?
1t was conceded that he had. His
acquiescence in the plan to use him
TO capture or exterminate the pirates
was but for the purpose of saving his
neck and leading the would-be captors
of his friends to destruction.
No one in Wilmington knew for
where the Mervine was bound when she
left port. as Bullion refused to give any
information until they were under
way.
Where was the pirate?
No one had seen her.
Would Black Beard have visited Or
ton without his schooner?
IL SO, he had disappeared as usual. and
left no trail behind.
Who was Black Beard?
Where was Angus Bruce?
There was much surprise at Lathrop's
yiliainy, and no regret at his fate, what
ever it might have been.
Uncle Sam Immediately sent out half
n dozen of his fieetest vessels to search
the ocean wide for a craft that lay
buried beneath thousands of tons OF
rocks at the head Ct the estuary OF
Smiths island. and a crew who slept
peacefully beside the crew of the Mer
vine, in sleep that knows no Weakening,
deep down beneath the rugged surface
of the island.
Aunt Mag, Lathrop's last victim, slept
in an honored grave in the little GENE
terry at Kendall.
On the Goth of November, at midday,
yacht of exceeding beauty sailed
through the inlet and dropped anchor
off Smithville.
A boat was sent ashore, Il gentlemanly
appearing man, dressed in fashionable
attire, climbed the ladder to the wharf.
Piver, the pilot. sat there on a coil Of
rope.
Hello. Piver!" exclaimed the new ar-
rival. Don't you know Old friends?"
SEn11 Voc I,,14 Won GIoc+ mr.
eyes. if you don't look like Angus. Say.
be ye, sure enough?"
THAT am, Piver, what's left of me:
and 1 believe there's more of me than
there was when | was forced tofly from
the coast
Eyes, lad, you have changed much,
and you are welcome home again.
There be many here Who have held from
the first that you We're neither Black
Beard nor the murder of the banker.
All now know who murdered Lloyd, and
he disappeared as though he had been
swallowed up by the waters of the inlet
and become food for the hungry sharks.
Perhaps he has, who can tell? But haste
thee to thy mother, boy; there will be
good times in Smithville now"
''Thanks, Pjver." Then. turning to
the boats crew. Angus babe them re-
turn to the yacht and await his signal
THAT yacht be clipper, lad. Whence
came she?''
'sFrcm Scotland, Piver: from the
home OF my fathers. She belongs tC
me''
'Why, so you have not Jared i'll since
you ran away?'
NO. Piver, only in mind. My uncle
died while l was in Scotland, and lei;
no issue lam ROW Sir Angus, and have
inherited the estates of my grand
father, with an income Of C 10000 &
year
Twenty thousand pound a year.
and recognize poor old pilot?'
''Ah, Piyer. old FREUD, the pilots OF
the Cape Fear have been my best
friends; and was not nay father one?'
aye. lad, and good one: too"
Twenty minutes later Angus entered
the widows gate. but ere he could
cross the threshold he was locked il
the arms of his mother and sister
while lobe was dancing jig on the
piazza to the following tune:
my young master ruined away, long time
ago,
He come back home, 1 tole you so, Ions
time ago..
OF the joy of the widow and Jennie
over the return of Angus, we will leave
the reader to imagine.
Mother he said, when they hat
entered the house, You can get ready
to return to Scotland. 1 have now :
home for you and Jennie in your ma
tive land
Hugh Gordon told me all. lad. Tho'