The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-11-10
The Romance of a PIRATES Daaohter.

The reminiscent writer Of The rosts editorial page re-
the other day propos of the buccaneers OF Span
sh MAN. here IS splendid of unused material
Tor novels and plays in the chronicle of the pirates Some
day some enterprising writer will quarry IT, with wonderful
results 1t may interest the gentleman who habuay looks
70 o" mat IN spite OF this fact he is prophet
ana his prediction already accomplished For Mr. Stock
ION with that enterprise and perspieacty which dstn-
BWsh NM has get sail upon this of literature and
claimed 1t Tor his having written lively and thrilling
nautical tale entitled Kate Bonnet or the Romance Of
rrates Daughter twentyone chapters of which have al
ready appeared Golfers That Mr. Stockton is alike COM
petent to write stories land sea OF flood or field no one
VINO long ago made the acquaintance of Mrs Les Mrs
eshne wl doubt While his present heroine has been
driven to the expeoent OF donnng black hosiery TO keep off
the sharks she has nevertheless experienced large and
vacious quality.
Some people think pirates born made but this is
not inc conception OF these rowing gentry held by the arch-
teet OF Rudder Grange He made his pirates strictly to
9der and being gifted with share of originality
ne reared the pratca upon solid founda
ton OF private virtue and public Mr. Stede Bonnet of
bridgetown, Barbados respectable merchant and
highly esteemed member of the Church of FpoIand he
tore he sailed under the Jolly Roger that his friends and
neighbors refused to credit his downfall His clerk godly
scotch Presbyterian who Loyalty sailed with his employer
or ms souls welfare canddy admonshes him thus regard
ing his first prize What cried Ben Greenway I'VE sneak
without Have We forgotten that this is Mr.
Abner Marehand, your fellow yestyman and your senior
warden and to him do you talk Of taking away his goods
and legal chattelsl"
Bonnet looked Greenway with indignation and con.
tempt Now listen TO me p he yelled to the devil with
the veStry and da--"
The Scotchmans eyes and mouth we're so rounded with
horror that Bonnet stopped and changed his form of express
SION Conound the senior warden! the pirate Bon
net, and regard not the Church Of England
Nor your friends 2" uterpoated Ben.
Nor friends nor any man., shouted Bonnet "Abner
Marchand am that vessel should be the to
fall into my power but that has happened and is no
hep tor IT. My men below, ransackng hold for the
goods and treasure it contain When your cargo or
what we want OF IT, is safe upon my ship shall burn your
vesse, and you and your must walk the plank"
AT this dreadful statement Ben Greenway staggered back
in speechless dsmay
Having fallen from grace such unequivooa fashion
our andsman pirate sails with the avowed and
mined purpose of living his role does
with much energy and consistency that he keeps Ben
Greenway in chronic OF horror and repobaton and
renders the name OF Bonnet terrifying high
seas than that Of Blackboard rmsef 1t may be stated
without fear OF contradiction that similar experiences
the life of bold buccaueer have been re-
corded There plenty OF appropriate TO the
drama but not single cold chill is provided down
your back and not curde OF blood though there
marooniEgs and plank walng and murders and doggngs
really dies hopelosy bad fact that s daily more
appreciated in proportion the number manufacturers OF
literary and gunpowder increases And the
reassurng note sounds throughout the drama echo awa
ened by the remembrance of many cheerful yesterdays
which long since the authors debtor With in
And the ntermissions long enough
DURANGO for the threads of Mr. Stockons never
tangled does his story slip the cable which holds
our interest and pleasure There is in fact only
that be mentioned in this of the rovers
sweet and charming daughter gives promise of being too
short, and wish there might be But Mr. Stock
tons ships alas flying squadron and speed
ner with all sails set and contrary winds battle
oeae them their voyage the fortunate isles where lies
he harbor OF happiness. k. NJ. POLLARD.