Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1898-02-15
CHAPTER vi.

THE CAPTAINS PAPERS.
We rode hard all the way, till we drew
up before DIR. Livesey's door. The
house was all dark in front.
Mr.. Dance told me to jump down and
knock, and Dogger gave me stirrup
to descend by. The door was opened
almost at once by the maid.
SIS DR.. Livesey in?" asked.
No, she said; he had come home in the
afternoon, but had gone up to the hall
to dine and pass the evening with the
squire.
80 there we go, boys" said Mr..
Dance
This time, as the distance was short
did not mount. but ran with Dogger's
stirrup-leather to the lodge gates, and
up the long, leafess, moonlit avenue to
where the white line of the Hall build
ings looked on either hand on great old
gardens Here Mr. Dance dismounted,
! and, taking me along with him, was adj
mitted at word into the house.
! The servant led us down matted
passage, and showed us at the end into
great library, all lined with book.
cases and busts upon the top of them
where the squire and DIR. Livesey sat,
pipe in hand, on either side of the
bright fire.
l had never seen the squire so near
ut hand. He was tall man, over six
feet high, and broad in proportion, and
he had ablutf, rough-and-ready face, all
roughened and REDEEMED and lined in
his long travels. His eyebrows were
very black, and moved readily, and this
gave him look of some temper. not
| bad you would say, but quick and
high.
Come in, Mr.. Dance" says he, very
stately and condescending.
Good evening, Dance" saws the doc.
tor, with nod. "And good evening to
you, friend Jim. What good wind
brings you here?"
The supervisor stood up straight and
stiff, and told his story like lesson:
and you should have seen how the two
gentlemen leaned forward and looked
at each other, and forgot to smoke in
| their surprise and interest. When they
heard how my mother went back to the
inn, DR.. Livesey fairly slapped his
thigh, and the squire cried "Bravo!"
and broke his long pipe against the
CRATE. Long before it was done, Mr.,
Irelawney Chat, you will remember,
was the squire's nancy had got UP
from his seat, and was striding about
the room, and the doctor, as if to hear
the better, had taken off his powdered
wig, and sat there, looking very strange
indeed with his own close-cropped
black poll.
| At last Mr.. Dance finished the story,
| MIR. Dance" said the squire. "you
are very noble fellow. And as for rid.
ing down that black. atrocious mis-.
creant, regard it as an act of virtue,
sir, like stamping on cockroach. This
lad Hawkins is trump, perceive.
Hawkins, will you ring that bell? Mr..
| Dance must have some ale"
Sand so, JIM" said the doctor, "you
have the thing that they were after,
have you?"
Here it is, sir" said l, and gave him
the oilskin packet.
The doctor looked it all over, as if his
fingers were itching to open it; but, in
stead of doing that, he put it quietly in
the pocket of his coat.
Squire" said he, "when Dance has
had his ale he must, of course, be off
on his majesty's service; but / mean
to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at
my house, and, with your permission, j
propose we should have up the cold pie,
and let him sup"
"Asyou will, Livesey." said the squire;
"Hawdns has earned better than cold
pie"
So big pigeon pie was brought in
and put on a side-table. and l made a
hearty supper, for was as hungry as
hawk, while Mr.. Dance was further
complimented, and at last dismissed.
"And now, squire" said the doctor.
"And, now, Livesey." said the squire,
| in the same breath.
"One at time, one at a time,''
laughed DR.. Livesey. "You have heard
of this Flint, 1 SUPPOSED"
Heard of him!" cried the squire
'Heard of him, you say! He was the
bloodthirtiest buccaneer that sailed
Blackboard was child to Flint. The
Spaniards We're so prodigiously afraid
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