Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-04-08

m EAGUEs and leagues away
Ia from where the summer wal
come golden sandaled over Vir.
u ginia, throbbing now with all
the pent up intolerance Of years of re.
preston and smothered resentment, 8
ship which had been strained and pun.
meled by two months packed with
tempest unfolded new canvas under
the crumbling splendors of a clearing
sky. The day drew breezily serene.
The sea had tired itself out, and the
sun burned pleasantly in the blue.
One OF the few passengers whom the
softening weather had drawn into the
ARA young Frenchman, fair, slight
well knit and soberly CARRIED in gray
leaned upon the forward rail, with
shoulders squared to the sunshine, and
looked below him.
No mart of the old world could have
SHOWN more strangely assorted com.
pany than did the lower deck of the
brigantine Two Sisters out of London,
bound for Yorktown, Va. Swarming
to the bulwarks was a motley herd OF
redemptioners "a few young women
OF fair color, English country girld
from the farm lands, looking forward
to new things and rosy marriage in
this new land which beckoned to ev.
cry creed and nation; more wore hard.
er faces toll sharpened-men who had
worked their trade soberly to yield
at last to the spur Of ambition and bar.
ter six years of plantation labor for q
passage to opportunity. Indeed, SO
greedy were the plantation factors of
hands that more than one colony was
made to hold open arms to the old
worlds Migrants, its felons and its
dregs.
Now the creatures who had wallowed
In sullen waiting or cried shriily to
their saints were still or babbling of
other things. From the rigging tarred
mariner bawled his lay of Bold Jack
In the Ways" and the few passengers,
who had weathered the storm grum-
bling or dicing below deck, were sun
ming themselves upon the poop.
The young Frenchman shifted his
GLOW gaze from the redemptioners and
let it run far out over the water, watch.
ing the little spots of foam that mar
bled the great waste. He was unde-
niably good looking, of an elusive,
beardless charm, with forehead gray.
er than his mouth. His hair was rich
brown, long and curling, for he wore
no wig, and his finely cut lips were set
over chin of bold delicacy. His eyes
were full and hazel, his expression one
of zest and eagerness.
On this day as he leaned against the
rail man was watching him intently
from where he stood. farther back. The
mans name was Jarrar, anu ne wvl-
the uniform of captain in his majes-
TVS horse.
To relate that Captain Jarrat had
carried his handsome face and domi-
neering bearing aboard the ship on the
day of sailing with a letter from Lord
stormont, British ambassador in Paris,
hidden in his breast pocket, is to go
back a bit. Jarrat was close mouthed.
AS far as the other passengers were
concerned he was British officer re-
turning to the Virginias. To nice eye
be would have betrayed an overinti-
mate curiosity as to certain pas
Benger.
The second day out he accosted the
skipper, Master Jabez Elves, and wish
ed him fair weather and a good day
with an insinuating accent which be-
tokened bent for conversation. But
Master Elves replied only with a nau-
teal grunt.
Jarrat tried direct inquiry.
where is the Marquis de la Trou-
erie?'
"sick," replied the skipper. "In his
cabin" and rolled away.
"Ah!" smirked Jarrat sour French
gentleman is a poor sailor"
But as the days went by it became
certain that the distinguished passen-
ger was i'll Of less passing malady
than NAL de mer.
On an evening the captain pushed
open narrow cabin door ut the end
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