Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1902-02-20
CHATTER VI
THE CAPTAINS PAPERS


We rode hard all the way, till We
drew up before DIR. I.ivesey'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.
Is Dr. Livesey in?" j asked.
No, she said; he had come home in
tie afternoon, but had gone up to the
hail to dine and pass the evening With
the squire.
so there we go, boys" said Mr..
Dance.
This time, as the distance was short,
] did not mount, but ran with Doggel's
stirrup-leather to the lodge gates, and
up the long, leafless, 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 add
mitted at a word into the house.
The servant led us down a matted
passage. and showed US at the end into
Il great library, all lined With book
cases and busts upon the top of them,
where the squire and DIR. Livesey sat,
pipe liz hand, ON either side of the
bright fire.
1 had never seen the squire so near
ct hand. He was q tall man, over six
feet high, and broad i'm proportion, and
lie had bluff, rough and ready face,
an rcunghened and Redeemed and lined
In his long travels. His eyebrows We're
Very black, and moved readily, and this
gave him Il look of some temper not
bad, you would say, but quick and
hig!,
:1come in, Mr.. Do e, says he, very
stately and conc nding
We Ia
tor, With a nod And good evening to
YOU, friend linn What good wind
brings you here?'
The supervisor stood up straight and
stiff and told his story like n lesson;
and you should have seen how the two
gentlemen leaned forward and looked
at each other, and forgot to smoke i'm
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 "8ravo,''
and broke his long pipe against the
crate. Long before it was done. Mr..
Ire!awney that, you will remember
was the squire's nance he'd 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
"Mr Dance said the squire. won
are a very noble fellow. And as for rid
ing down that black. atrocious mis-
creant, regard 1t as an act of virtue.
Sir, like stamping on a cockroach This
lad Hawkins is a trump. ] perceive.
Hawkins, will YOU ring that bell? Mr.,
Dance must have some ale
and so, JIM said the doctor, you
have the thing that they We're after.
have you?"
Here it is, sir said l, and gave him
the oilskin packet.
The doctor looked ii oil 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.
propose we should have up the cold pie.
and let him sup"
AS you VIII, Livesey," said the
squire; Hawkins has earned better
than cold pie
So big pigeon pie was brought in
and put on a side table, and made a |
hearty supper. for was as hungry as
q 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 time"
laughed DIR. Livesey. You have heard |
OF this Flint, SUPPOSE"
Heard of him." cried the squire.
Heard OF him, you say! He was the /
buccaneer that sailed.
Blackboard was a child to f',..;t The /
Spaniards We're so prodigiously afraid