The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1899-03-31

hparSe Voice roared ont:
Nv ho the ,lncc are you, and what
d, vou want hcrc?'
u am Miss Penny Cole" answered.
with dignity. land | want to see Cap
tain Peter and his daughter Have
the goodness to open the gate.
The voice bade me go toa place that
ton t care to mention.
Excuse me. sir. said |. IL am
travelling. trust. in a contrary drec-
ton. Being your neighhor, | have
come to make your acquaintance, after
the fashion of all civilized New Eng
land folks
\ bolt snapped. and the gate swung
back. In the opening stood Captain
Peter
In one hand he held horsc-pistol.
| His eyes were twinkling like glass
beads. The gold rings .listcncd in his
ears. and the scar that | have before
mentioned gave distorted look to his
whole weathcrbeatcn face. Never did
eyes behold a more nnprcposscssing
party since Thomas Veal sailed up
Saugus River to bury treasure at
Dungeon Rock. He pointed the pistol
straight at my head.
'Shecr off old GIRL" be cried, ''or ! II
blow you out of water.
Sir" said /. IL am the aunt of j Ohm
Graham, first officer of the Flying
Dutchman. friend of yours
At the sound Cf Johns name he
turned purple as thistle, and ripped
out such volley of oaths that for an
instant seemed to smell birthstone.
In the midst of this outburst, a girl
appeared in the tagged walk. her pink
lawn gown l1uttcring, her pretty yellow
hair shining in the sun-a creature as
white as lily and sweet rs a rose
She rushed to the old captain. crying
out. in great distress:
Don't, father. Oh, father, don't.
for my sake."
And what did that dreadful man do
but strike her fiat on the walk. like the
beast that he was! and then. crack
went the horse pistol-a shot tore
through the topmost bow ofmy bonnet
the gate shut with bang, where
upon | turned and ran for my life, and
never stopped till | reached my own
house, a mile away.
"Monstrous." he said
Yes" | assented. The girl looks
like an angel. That disgracefu old
savage cant be her real father, John"
"Oh, yes, he is-more's the PITY"
fdmed John, land both she and the
black servant trcmble at the very sound
of his voice 1t drives me wild to
think of the life winch Ninon must lead
| Win SuSh Il uiutc. iittNc UGH loIuS
about the beach for hours, Aunt Penny.
watching that house. The poor child
is not killed, for saw her at an upper
window, and threw kiss to her"
"She loves you, john" | queried
sadly.
~ es, thank God he answered, with
ftrvor. 'even as | love her.''
Well, ior a little longer my nephew
continued to hover around the Barrow:
but he could not get inside the barred
gate, nor batter it down. Meanwhile
the Flying Dutchman was making
ready for the Indies again. Regard
less OF lovers, she spread her wings in
due time. and sailed srnthward. and
John with her; but he left in my care
4 letter, which | promised to deliver to
Ninon at the first opportunity.
The Dutchman vas taking in cargo
OF rum and molasses at Kingston be-
fore my chance arrived. 1t came to
me unexpectedly on the beach whittier
| had gone one morning for 4 basket of
securing sand As knclt. scooping
up the little wet grains heard a muir
mur OF voices. and in the shelter of a
neighboring rock | cspied Captain
| Peter lauo htrr. and the black woman
Sappho.
The girl stood gazing out to sea, rs
though her thoughts were far beyond
the horizon. She wore lowered
peliSse, and little embroidered hood
under which her yellow hair clustered
i'll pretty disorder. went up to her
and put my nephew 5 letter in her hand.
'.John Graham asked me to give you
this, | said, ''when he sailed for ia
maica Il few weeks ago.
\ sudden great JOY famed in her
Il .licate face. First she carried the
letter to her lips; then she thrust it
Ilto the bosom OF her gown, Just IN
time 70 save it from Sappho, who ran
: b tween Us, screeching like a night
hawk.
, Lily missy. ole cap'n kill us bot
>hu. Glib me lettcr-yib it to ole Sap,
pho, lily one.' and moaned and en-.
treated rs though in mortal terror
| \inon drew up her slim young body
and made an imperative gesture.
Be still. Sappho; am no longer a
: child. You cannot have the letter,
pressing her hand against her bosom
. ''lt is mine-I shall keep it, though
looking pltIfully to me. Il have never
been taught to read.
That was not a very strange thing