Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-02-10

iSSlt you nave NoE stolen MIN 0WayE
He is on board my ship out there in the
bay" said my father, quietly. What more
fitting than that We should all seek a new
land and new life together?"
ito take from me my boy-my little lad
Philipl'
II presume you will admit that he is mine
aiso-my boy. my little lad, and the rest of
IT, said Capt. stansfieid. with some heat.
! Now, 1 put 1T to you plainly. If you ac-
company us your son shall go an hon
ored passenger. He will sleep in your cab
in. He will dine at my table, and when
thoughts are tending both You and he shall
be handsomely provided for. If not
He paused long enough to give my mother
time to gasp, What win you do with my
boy? You would not kill him.
That were equally useless and unprofit-
able said my father. Il would sell him
for slave in the plantations There are
many that would give GO golden guineas for
so handsome lad!'
You would not-you could not-such
things are not possible!' cried my mother.
Nevertheless" said Capt. Stansfield.
they are done There are a score of
younglings out in the ship yonder who win
bring their price when We touch the shores
Of Carolina all honestly come by. too, and
to be sold for honest gold. 1t is a lawful
trade, winked at by the government and
protected by the magistrates"
Il cannot go-Oh, cannot Why torture
| me?" moaned my mother, rocking herself
to and fro in her chair
Il nave here something that may prove
more powerful argument than the slavery
of your son." he went on, with more grim
ness. What think You of this pretty
thing?"
And he tossed into her lap the miniature
| of herself which he had taken out of
Umphray Spurways pocket At sight of it
my mother gave little shriil cry. knowing
by instinct whence it had come. For it was
copy of one in her possession, which had
been lost for time and then again recov-
cred. Caleb Cluckaberry had averred that
ne had found it on clearing out the Yeti
hose.
Whose is this?" she murmured. Il know
nothing of this.
so he said, my father went on, calmly.
1T was taken by the hands of your hus-
band out of the breast of Cmphray Spur
way. Your heart can tell you if you know
any reason why he should wear against his
heart the picture of married woman. But
that skis not. Suffice it that have left the
man smut up in safe and secret place
not far from here, and unless you put
covering upon your head and accompany
me on board my ship stra;ghtway. / Will go
back and STAY this man for the shame he
has done mine honor in the person of my
wife. promise it before Cod
Il will GOMEZ will GOMEZ cried nv
mother Il will not let my son be sold into
captivity. l viii go with him.
How touching is the love of a mother
for her only child said my father, thrust
ing the miniature into his pocket and again
lifting the blind.
ut is growing light" he said. Here. Mary.
take this cloak. Put the hood over your
head and wrap yourself we'll i'll it. The air
IS shrewd and bites. Have you anything
you wish to bring with you? If so. make
t into bundle. I will come and help you.
Take few clothes or adornments- There are
plenty of both where you are going
And so. talking all the while, and. as it
were. encouraging her, Capt. Stansfield
made my mother put her necessities to-
sether and take her little money out of the
a t1ir yr-ha e
lay, as he well knew. Lastly he went to
another cupboard. and there, among old
LOUNGES, Woman's gowns and ancient gear
ne found riding coat of his own for wo-
men can never suffer to destroy clothins)
He put 1t on, and the two stole out into the
broadening twilight of the new day, my
father carrying my mothers bundle under
l:s arm.
1t was characteristic Of Philip Stansfie,d
that in the streets of the town where his
person had once been so well known, and
which was now garrisoned by troop of
soldiers, he walked as on his own quarter
deck, his head erect and his hat set with
an air. The sourish black look of the hunt
ed man was quite gone, and though the
OLD cruelty leaped up on occasion, yet from
his time forth he walked and carried him
self with no common nobility
AS they went down the quay my mother
said tremblingly, her mind doubtless on the
strong place behind her where Cmphray
Spurway was concealed: You have not
killed him, Philip
And the Christian name, spoken in such
a manner and in such circumstances, might
have softened a heart of stone
Killed hm?" answered my father. "Why
should l kill my son?'
Though he took her meaning wei enough.
Il meant not our son. she pleaded, will
ing still to mollify him, "but-the man you
spoke of-back there in the dungeont'
Il will not slay him. 1 will not lay a
hand on him. He is safe and we'll in a
cellar which will assuredly be opened dur
ing the day 1t belongs to a most respecta-
BILE magistrate of the town who has deal
fngs with us. He will assuredly let I'M
phray Spurway out, and, it may be- recon-
pense him for any loss
This Is true-you swear 1t to me?" said
my mother.
TT is true-I swear It," answered Capt.
Stansfield. And with this my mother had
perforce to be content But Philip STAINS
field said nothing about the alternative he
had placed before the EngliShman.
The boats crew We're in waiting. and
without further adventure these, my
strangely assorted parents, came on board
the save and pirate ship Corramantee,
my father carrying my mothers bundle
rolled up in blue handkerchief spotted
with white.
ITO be cOntinuedo