The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-12

Ell may stay Tor me with the devils on the
island he had called to him with his evil
eye"
To that the worthy, superstitious master
stuck, and naught Oziel could say would
move him.
Think you 1 would desert my friend?"
cried the faithful fellow, but the master
would not yield save so far as TO wait for
day or two, to see if there were no
chance of his owner being alive. Justin
SAID nothing IN the argument. but Oziel
was furious. The boat rowed back to the
schooner and the friends were left to live
as they might on the unfriendly beach
For two days and nights they waited
and the schooner waited. no more inter
course taking place between them. The
friends had some food left and the nights
were warm, so they suffered but little,
though loudly did Ozel lament the I'm
possibility of knocking sense into the
mariners head with his own great ham
mering fist On the third evening the boat
approached once more and told Oziel that
ne had one more chance 10 save himself,
as the schooner men had made up their
minds old Murrin was really dead and
the ship would sail next morning. but JUS
tin these witch believers would not have
at any price. Oziel mplored them to wait,
trusting Sir Roger would come. Justin
was absolutely listless. He cared neither
way. The sailors We're obddrate and again
the friends were left alone.
mat night was somewhat chilly, and
the friends, besides, were full of care,
Justin for thought of his father, probably
witless again, but Oziel only cudgeing
his brain how to get Justin off the ac-
cursed isle and safe back to Mistress Ma
rians side Between desire to warm them
selves and lack of care whittier their step
tended they wandered far along the shore.
This night was almost moonless, rushing
clouds obscuring the sky, and a haunt
ing wind Wailing most notefully In the tall
| palm groves of the shores. It was late
when OzieI halted and raised his hand
warnngly.
Listen" said he "What was that?'
The wind, the Wind cried Justin, fret
fully. ut has been singing the old song
in my ears all night:
There's the red gold where the dead men
lie,
Where all holds lads are sailing,
"The dead men, the dead men! All of
us! Murrin and Lynch and you and !
and my poor father shall all lie together
dead on this gold cursed island! My father!
my poor father! So suddenly recovered,
so quickly lost again. Pity for thee, Oziel,
to follow my Inflated venture, old friend,
old freudp'
He threw himself sobbing on the sand,
but Oziel paid no heed to him. He was
listening with all his mind on eager
stretch. That was not the wind. 1t rose
and fell like the wind, waited like the
wind, sometimes sounded shrilly as the
wind. but wind it was not. 1t was sound
of human voices raised in song-the same
song as that the lads had heard when
escaping from Lynch and Donnereau, they
saw the unholy dance of the snake wor-
| shippers. Oziel left Justin on the sand
and ran cautiously forward. He had not
gone far before the clouds parted and at
last the moon shone out. Oziel hid in the
groves and watched, and his heart leaped
as he watched.
WerdIy chanting, he saw on the waters
edge a band of the relapsed Africans who,
as they sang their song, were passing con-
| tinually from a strange shape in the water
| to the land where a line of canoes was
| drawn up. The savages, as they passed
| TO the canoes, bore burdens, some of which
| it took three or four of them to carry and
deposit in the frail boats. Round the
wreck, for now Oziel could see that it was
an ancient wreck, many more of the
blacks labored busily. The tide was far
| out and the rotten tmbers of the old ship
! were out of the water. From these tim
| bers, and from the sand about the Afri-
cans were digging hastily the boxes the
! others bore, and high on the ruined YES
| sci stood an awesome figure directing
them 1t was Sir Geographically as of
yore his neck entwined with a writing
| snake, the jeweled wand raised in his
hand Mad again or not, Ozie1 could see
| that the old knight had recovered full
| control of his CHASTITY worshippers. These
labored submissively, and their song was
mournful and sad. Oziel could not hold
himself.
"Ho! Sir Roger!" he yelled. Have you
then deserted thy SOM"
At the call the work stopped, and many
of the Africans cried out angrily, but
Sir Roger raised his wand and shouted
in a loud voice. and at once the unhappy
wretches were silent
Then Sir Roger cried:
"Oziel, is IL we'll with you and my
son? Is the schooner secured?"
Justin is with me-" cried Ozlel. Gas
| for the schooner, l must talk with you"
At that the old knight seemed to leave
the work in charge of one he could trust
and came along the beach, Rapidly Oziel
rejoiced to see in the knights calm de-
| meanor that he was in his right mind,
| explained the situation. Very shortly faith
| er and son were again In each others
arms, and at once Sir Roger took prompt,
energetic. seamanlike command.
Come" said he, there is no time to
| be lost: no time 10 explain"
He led them to the canoes, and they
| found the work finished. Sir Roger ruling
them again without permit of cavil, babe
the snake worshippers stand aside from
| the lads and placed them in large ca
noe with himself. Resuming their unholy
song, the savages took their paddles, clev-
erly steered through the surf, and the
whole fleet sped rapidly toward the schoon-
er. On the trip Sir Roger briefly explain
ed to his now Joyful son and to Haskell
what he had done.
when my memory went" said he, "ell
recollection of the Mogul's treasure was
lost The few in a chest, picked up by
the savages, and made into my staff, con-
veyed nothing TO my poor mind. Other
chests there were which the blacks bore
from the upper cabins, chests of clothes
and worthless things. I kept them in the
cave, thinking that some day they would
| aid me to answer the question which was
| driving, which did drive me, mad: who
am I? What was ~ Donnereau, crafty
traitor TO his own kind, hearing of Lynch,
| the pirates guest, must have jumped TO