Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-04-06

men in the early part of the eighteenth century who cared to sail into the Gulf of Honduras. that body of water being such a favorite resort of pirates.
 But no such fears troubled the mind of the skipper of the brig Belinda, which was now making the best of her way towards the port of Belize. She was sturdy vessel and carried no prejudices. Sometimes she was laden with goods bought from the pi- rates and destined to be sold to hon. est people; and, again, she carried commodities purchased from those who were their legal owners and in- tended for the 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 be bought. Thus, serving the pirates as well as honest traders, the sIoop 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, MT. Newcombe had written her that Maj. Bonnet had given up piracy and was now engaged in commercial busi- ness in the town, but still, if she should see the Revenge, the sight would be of absorbing interest to her. She was 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 uncle would not hear of that. Hc mast know something definite before he trusted Kate or himself in such Iawless town as Belize. The captain, who was going ashore, could make 12- 9uiries, and Kate mxst wait.
 In little room at the back of large, low storehouse, not far from tho 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 it contained an overflow of bafes, boxes and barrels. At small table near a window sat the Scotchman and Bonnet, the latter reading some rough ly written lists descriptions and quan- 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 Ne 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 quarter-deck of the Revenge, but bore the expression of a man who knew diversity, 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, 1 and there was that about him which l indicated that he cared no more for neatness or good looks.
 Ben Greenway,". he said, this is l too much! Now have I reached the depth in my sorrow at which all my strength leaves me. cannot read l these lists"
 l The Scotchman looked up. "Is there no light enow?" he asked.
 1 Light" said Bonnet there is no light anywhere; all is murldness and gloom. The goods which you have, been lately estimating are all nay own, taken from nay own ship by that arch traitor and chief devil Blackboard. I have read the names of them to you and I have remembered many of them J and I have not weakened. but now