Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-10-25

then to take on board my Lord Cul
peper and set sail"
"'Tis fearful risk" groaned the
other. Though I am poor man, and
will admit that my Bridget
"'Tis a fearful risk for you, Captain
Tabor, and through you for my mis-
tress," interrupted, for did not half
like the plan.
"Our ships lay alongside, and an
hailed by brother mariner In distress
both ut the prospect Of the displeasure
of a great and noble lady and the sus
picion of his honesty, but for that lat
ter will I vouch with my own and II
needs be will give surety that the list
of goods which she ordered shall be
delivered next voyage" said Calvin Ia
Dor.
"Her tongue, you know not hel
tongue" groaned the other.
even that will dare for thee, Dick
for thee and that fair little maid who
Is dabbllng her pretty fingers in that
flaming pudding with which only the
tough ones Of man should meddle,'
said Captain Tabor. "And as for risk
for me. my sailor men be as much in
the tolls for Sabbath breaking rs their
| captain, should yesterdays work leak
| out, and not man Of them knOweth
| the contents of those cases, though,
| faith, and l heard them marveling
among themselves at the weight of
feathers and silken petticoats, and /
made port in the nighttime before, and
| not a soul knew Of 1t nor the unlading
save those which be bound to keep the
secret for their own necks, and, and
well. Captain Tabor be not averse to
| somewhat of risk. 1t gives n SAVIOR to
life" So saying he rolled his bright
blue eyes at me and Captain Watson
with such utter good nature and dare
deviltry rs have never seen equaled.
1t was finally agreed that Captain
Tabor's plan should be carried out, and
wended my way back to Drake Hill
with feeling of triumph to which |
Of late years had been a stranger. |
know Of nothing in the poor life Of a
man equal to that great delight OF be-
ing of service to one beloved.
1 reflected with such ever increasing
Joy that 1t finally became an ecstasy,
and l could almost, it seemed, see the
colors of it in my path; how, had it not
been for me, Mary Cavendish might
have been in sore straits, and | verify
believe I was as happy for the time as
If she had been my promised sweet
heart and was us proud Of myself.
When about half way to Drake Hill
I heard afar of great din of bells
and horns and voices, which presently
came nearer. Then the road was filled
up with the dancing May revelers, and
verify l wondered not so much at
those DEGREES against such practices
before the Restoration, for it was rs
II the savages which they do say are
underneath the outer gloss Of the best
Of us had broke loose, and wondered
II It might not be like those mad and
unlawful orgies which it was said the
god Pan led himself in person through
Thessalian groves.
Those honest country maids. who IN
the morning had advanced with rustic
but innocent freedom, with their glossy
heads crowned with flowers, and those
lusty youths, who were indeed some
thing boisterous, yet still held in tight
rein by decency. had seemingly chang
ed their very natures, or rather, per-
haps, had come to that pass when their
natures could be no longer concealed.
Along the road in the white moon
light they stamped as wantonly as
any herd Of kline; youths and maids
with arms about each other and all
with faces flushed with ale drinking.
and the maids with tossing hair and
draggled coats, and all the fresh gar
lands withered or scattered.
And the old graybeard who was
Maid Marion was riotously drunk and
borne aloft with mad and feeble ges-
turi.gs on the shoulders Of two stag
gering young men, and after him came