Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-26

eyes flashed as brightly as any glim- mering blade in the whole ships com pany. eas t <, .s
 The two vessels were now drawing very near to each other. Men with grappling-irons stood ready to throw them, and the bow of the well-steered pirate had almost touched the side of the merchantmen, when, with a bound of which no one would have considered him capable, the good Ben Greenway [ jumped upon the rail and sprang down upon the deck of the other vessel. This was hazardous feat, and if the Scotchman had known more about nautical matters he would not have es- sayed it before the two vessels had been fastened together. Ignorance made him fearless, and he alighted in safety on the deck of the merchantmen at the very instant when the two ves- kels, having touched, separated them | selves from each other for the space of yard or two.
 There was a general shout from the deck of the pirate at this performance of Ben Greenway. Nobody could un- derstand 1t. Capt. Bonnet stood and yelled: - .,,s. .s
 What are you about, Ben Green way? Have you gone mad? Without sword or pistol, you'll be-
 The astonished Bonnet did not finish his sentence, for his power of speech left him when he saw Ben Greenway hurry up to the captain of the mer- chantman. who was standing unarmed, with his crew about him, and warmly shake that dumfounded skipper by the | hand Tn their surprise at what they | beheld the pirates had not thrown their grapnels at the proper moment, and now the two vessels had drifted still farther apart.
 l Presently Ben Greenway came hur- rying to the side of the merchantmen, dragging it's captain by the hand. Master Bonnet! Master Bennett" he cried; this is your old friend, Abner 1 Marchand, O our town; an this is his l good ship the Amanda. I knew her when I first caught sight O. her figure head, havin' seen 1t so often at her pier at Bridgetown. An so, now that, ye know wha 1t is that ye hae inad- vertently captured. ye may ca off your l men an bid them sheathe their fright ful cutlasses."
 l At this, roar arose from the l pirates, who. having thrown some of their grappling-irons over the gunwale l of the merchantmen, were now pulling hard upon them to bring the two ves- sells together, and Capt Bonnet shout ! ed back at Ben: What are you talking ! about, you driveling idiot; haven't you told MT. Marchand that am pirate:" 1 Indeed hae mo-" cried Ben, flor I don't believe ye are ane; at least, no l to your friends an neebours." To this Bonnet made a violent reply, but it was not heard. The two vessels had now touched and the crowd of yelling pirates had leaped upon the deck of the Amanda. Bonnet was. not | far behind his men, and, sword i'll hand, he rushed towards the spot where stood the merchant captain with his crew hustling together behind him. | As there was no resistance, there was l so far no fighting, and the pirates were tumbling over each other in their haste to get below and find out what sort of cargo was carried by this easy prize. Capt. Marchand held out his hand. l s'Good-day to you, friend Bonnet" he said. "I had hoped that you would be one of the first friends I should meet 1 when I reached port at Bridgetown, but little thought to meet you before I got there. :"
 Bonnet was little embarrassed by the peculiarity of the situation, but his heart was true to his new career. Friend Marchand," he said, II see l that you do not understand the state of affairs and Ben Greenway there I should have told you the moment ne met you. I am no longer a planter Of Barbadoes; l am pirate of the sea. and the Jolly Roger floats above my ship. I belong to no nation; my hand is against all the world. You and your ship have been captured by me and my l men, and your cargo is my prize. Now, what have you got on board, where do you hail from, and whither are you bound?" as ....4 l Capt. Marchand looked at him fix edly. ........
 ''I sailed from London with cargo of domestic goods for Kingston; thence, having disposed of most of my cargo, I am on my way to Bridgetown, where I hope to sell the remainder"
 Your goods will never reach Bridge town,' cried Bonnet; they belong now to my men and me- ......
 What" cried Ben GreeEway, "ye speak wi'out sense or reason. Hae ye forgotten that. this is MT. Abner Mar chand, your fellow-vestryman an your senior wardeno An to him do ye talk O takin' ava his goods an legal chat tels?"
 Bonnet looked at Greenway with in dignation and contempt.
 "Now listen to me- he yelled "To the devil with the vestry and da' the Scotchman's eyes and mouth were surrounded with horror that Bonnet stopped and changed his form of ex- pression-"confound the senior war den. I am the pirate Bonnet, and re- gard not the Church of England"
 "Nor your friends?" interpolated Ben.
 Nor friends nor any man." shouted Bonnet