The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1902-03-06

close up under its messy towers leav-
ing only short, but almost perpendicu.
lar distance to be sealed, hand over
hand, sailor fashion. 1t must have
been remarkable structure in it's far
distant day-this stronghold, of buc-
cancer Bluebeard-buil of solid stone
round and heavy, with massive towers
and parapet, dark dungeons below and
lookout atop. Now it stands on pri-
vate ground, and though of course
unoccupled, is kept in tolerable re-
pair by the owner of the property.
| All manner of romantic and terri
bic tales recur to mind as Won
wander through its gloomy stone fioored
rooms and corridors and toll up the
steep and narrow staircase. The sum-
mer breeze seems laden with the signs
of captives held for ransom, and in the
| hoarse cries of vultures on the parapet
you hear the shrieks and groans of
| those luckleSS ones whose ears. toes
| fingers and other members were Topped
VIZ oilS W ollN. anu SClIt DIS gentle re-
| minders to their friends, when the ran
som was slow in coming. In one of
| the lower rooms are dark stains that
might we'll be blood: and IMAGINATION
easily pictures the pirate himself. APP
propriately girdled with sword and pis
tolls, his famous hirsute adornment of
| navy blue floating in the wind. sweeping
the sea with an enormous spy-glass, in
search of Spanish treasure galleons and
other ships to conquer. After all this
delightfully."- creepy experience, it
tain cold-blooded residents of the town
declare that there was never any Mr..
Bluebeard at ALL and that the old castle
was not pirates home. but was built
by the Danish Government, for coloni-
al purposes, only about century ago.
Such heresy should not be tolerated
any more than that regarding William
Tell, and Barbara Fritchie and Jonah
and-the- whale, and Sheridan's ride and
other cherished gospels of our child
hood
Other Charlotte Amalians will tell
you no end of interesting legends CON
corning both castles. One of the most
popular is to the effect that an English
man, named Fogarty. probably from
Cork or Dublin, all those Emerald Is
landers being "Englishmen' away from
home, purchased the castle Bluebeard
about Seyenty-five years ago. Having
been advised in dream to dig for
treasure in its dungeons. he dug and
dug through weary and discouraging
months: until at last, when about to
abandon the quest, he unearthed
enQsaSh golden coin and silver plate
and'score of jewels to make him a veri-
table Croesus. I he story goes that he
had one dear little daughter, the pride
of his heart and light of his life
''charming Kitty Fogarty," she is still
called-Who had a skin of roses in
cream, blue black hair and eyes of Irish
blue. OF course she was the belle of
the island, especially after her fathers
| stroke of good fortune, and is des-
cribed as sweet and pure as she was
pretty. But the pirates ill-gotton gold
brought black disaster along with it.
Pretty Kitty ran away with the pen
nless clerk of the English Consul,
who failed to marry her after all, and
thereby broke her ambitious fathers
! heart. She come back years after
wards, gray-haired and unbeautiful. de
serted by her scamp of lover. to be
forgiven by her then aged and half
crazed parent and to end her days in
sad retirement. FANNIE B. WARD.