Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-08-31

est people; and, again, she carried
commodities purchased from those
who were their legal owners and in
tended for tho use of the bold rascals
who sailed under the Jolly Roger.
Then, as now, it was impossible for
thieves to steal all the commodities
they desired; some things must ba
bought. Thus, serving the pirates as
we'll as honest traders, the sloop Be-
linda feared not to sail the Gulf Of
Honduras or to cast anchor by the
town of Belize.
AS the good ship approached her
port Kate Bonnet kept steadfastly on
deck during most of the daylight, her
eyes searching the surface of the wa
ter for something which looked like
her fathers ship, the Revenge. True,
Mr.. Newcombe had written her that
Maj. Bonnet had given up piracy and
was now engaged in commercial bust
ness in the town, but still, if she
should see the Revenge, the sight
would be of absorbing interest to her.
She was a girl of quick observation
and good memory, but the town came
in view and she had seen no vessel
which reminded her of the Revenge.
AS soon as the anchor was dropped
Kate wished to go ashore, but her
uncle would not hear of that: H.
must know something definite before
he trusted Kate or himself in such a
lawless town as Belize. The captain,
who was going ashore, could make in
quiries, and Kate must wait.
In a little room at the back of a
large, low storehouse, not far from the
pier, sat Stede Bonnet and his faith
full friend and servitor, Ben Greenway
The storehouse was crowded With
goods of almost every imaginable de-
scription, and even the room back Of
1t contained an overflow of bales,
boxes and barrels. At a small table
near a window sat the Scotchman and
Bonnet, the latter reading some rough
ly written lists, descriptions and guam
titles of goods, the value of each item,
being estimated by the canny Scotch
man, who set down the figures upon
another list Presently Bonnet put
down his papers and heaved a heavy
sigh, which sigh seemed to harmon
lie very we'll with his general appear
ance. He carried no longer upon him
the countenance Of the bold officer
who, in uniform and flowing feather,
trod the quarterback of the Revenge,
but bore the expression of a man who
knew adversely, yet was not able to
humble himself under it. He Was
bent and borne down, although not yet
broken. Had he been broken he could
better have accommodated himself to
his present case. His clothes were
those of the common class of civilian,
and there was that about him which
indicated that he cared no more for
neatness or good looks.
ben Greenway," he said, this is
too much! Now have l reached the
depth in my sorrow at which all my
strength leaves me. l cannot read
these lists"
The Scotchman looked up. rs there
no. light enow?" he asked.
Light" said Bonnet; there is no
light anywhere; all is murkiness and
gloom. The goods which you have
been lately estimating are all my own,
taken from my own ship by that arch
traitor and chief devil, Blackboard.
have read the names of them to.-you
and I have remembered many of them
and have not weakened, but now
comes task which is too great for me-
These things which follow were all in
tended for my daughter Kate. Silks
and satins and cloth of gold, ribbons
and fine linen, laces and ornaments,
all these I selected for my dear daugh-
ter, and by day and by night l have
thought of her appareled in fine raj
ment, more richly dressed than any
lady in Barbados. My daughter, my
beautiful, my proud Kate! And now
what has it all come to? All these are
gone, basely stolen from me by that
Blackboard"
Ben Greenway looked up. 'Wha
stole from ye," he said, what We had
already stolen from it's rightful own
ers. An think ye," he continued,
that your honest daughter Kate would
deign to array herself in stolen goods,
no matter how rich they might happen
to be! An think We she could hold
up her head if the good people c.
Bridgetown could point at her an say:
Look at the thief's daughter; how fine
she isl An think We that Mr.. Mar
tin Newcombe would TAX into his
house an hame a wife wha hadne
come honestly by her clothes! l tell
We, Master Bonnet, that We should ex-
alt your soul in thankfulness that ys
are no longer dishonest mon, an
that whatever raiment your daughter
may now wear, no. a sleeve or button
O. it was purloined an stolen by her
father"
At this moment there was a knock
at the door and the captain of the Be-
linda came in.
Good day, sir!" said that burli
seaman. "And this is Capt. Bonnet
I am sure, for i have seen HIN be.
fore, though CARRIED in another FASH
ion, and I come to bring you news.
I have just arrived at this port In
my sloop, and I bring with mo from
Kingston your daughter, Mistress Kate
Bonnet, her uncle, Mr.. Delaplaine, and
a good dame named Charter
SSede Bonnet turned pale as he had
never turned pale before.
my daughter!" he gaspsd. my
daughter Kate?'
: YES" said the captain; "she is on
my ship, yearn3ug and moaning to zee
you"
From Kingston" murmured Bon,
net.
:. EYES," said the other, and on fire
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