The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-07-08
returned ouenws. .and am voyaeins


ret,irned Ouenwa. "and am voyagins
with Thorn to learn wisdom" "What Ia
in your hne canoe, little Dreamer,' per-
sisted Wolf Slayer. This was being I'M
duly inQuisitive, and moreover the term
Of address "Lttle Dreamer" was not nat.
tering. Ouenwa was indignant, and In
answering he addressed Wolf Slayer rs
"Fox Stabber." Bowstrings twanged. Two
arrows winged their way into the ex-
pedition. Old Tom Bent touched OF the
boats cannon. Az we make out this
noisy and reoalcitrant firearm killed some
body at the second discharge. 1The wolf
falls" cried Ouenwa. 1The wolf bites the
moss. Who now Ia the wolf slayer?' 1t
used to be the custom to supplement effect
i've artillery practise with these bitter
taunts.
At page 90 we find Kingswell leaning over
the stern and cutting the manila rope
that secured the boat at that end. Who
could have guessed then that this sort OF
rope in the evolution OF time was to be-
come an American product? The story
carries us among the gentry at Fort
Beatrix, and we make the acquaintance
Of the lively Beatrix Westlsigh, daughter
Oh THO tOVOTuOT. Aid youAAS AoAy '" q"
pleased to the point Of blushins desperately
when our friend Kingswell presented him
self at the fort. Her strong sentiment.
as We make out. was that Fort Beatrix
was for the English. At any rate. 1t was
her opinion that it was not for the French.
and tho story tells us that a certain sneer
on tho face OF the French Capt. DAntons
30 exasperated her that 1she had all she
could do to restrain herself from slappins
him-for hot blood and fighting spirit
dwelt in that fair body We are glad
that she did not slap the Captain. Old
Tom Bent setting OF his direful enginery
is we'll enough, IL We must accept the fact
OF a hopelessly militant world, but We like
to excuse the ladies when it comes to the
point Of a downright shindy.
1t may be that one difference between
romance and novel Is that the romance
does not disa ppoint us; and We take no great
credit to ourselves for having believed,
as early as the eighty-eighth page OF this
story, that Kingswell and BeatriI were to
make match OF it. Wesuppose that 1t is
permissible for US to pity D Antons, French
man and rascal though he was, In the thirty
sixth chapter. Here Kingswell and DAntons
CaIn6 Ilhlly O8CIhcI' VIC ohouAA sSSJ "oAo'
perhaps, that D'Antons was pirate. among
other things. We read:
with fearful grinding Of timbers and
rafting OF spsrs. the merchantman's lar
board bow scraped along the enemy's
side. oarding irons were thrown across
from the forecastle deck. With yell the
men Of Devon sprang from rail to rail and
hurled themselves upon the mongrels
who clustered to repuse them. Cutls $500
skirred in the air. Screams OF
rage and pain and shouts Of grim exultation
rang above the conflict. Old Trowleys
hacked place for himself In the thicket
of the press. and laid about him with such
desperate fury and such fearful oaths that
the buccaneers hustled each other TO get
out of his way. Kingswell encountered
D'Antons and claimed him for his own.
The tumult about them gradually
subsidized az man afer man Of the pirate
crew was cut down or bound. Sail was
shortened on both vessels. and the viotors,
sound and wounded alike. gathered about
the two swordsmen. They we're
fascinated by the lightning play Of the ra
piers. When D'Antons snarled
an insulting taunt at his adversary they
cursed softly. When their captain pricked
the pirates shoulder a husky murnur OF
admiral ton went through them
Miwanda the Indian woman, loved the
French pirate. Sh, screamed with rage
and flung herself upon Kingswell. a knife
in her hand. The English sailors made
futile grab at her. But of course it did
not lie with her to kill our hero. Kings
well, quick az a cat, for all his Saxon color
ing, wrenched himself clear Of her. avoided
the slash Of her knife by half inch. and
lunged through D'Antoas's guard. The
buccaneer pitched forward 10 suddenly
and heavily that the rapier was wrenched
from the Englishmsn's hand. The hilt
struck the deck The slim blade darted
out between D'Antonss shoulders full
two-thirds OF its length He sprawled
on his face, gulping his last breath; and the
hit Of kingswells weapon Knocked spas
medically on the red planking of the deck.
The woman. stunned with grief, was led
away by two Of the seamen.'
For days afterward she would not eat.
She sobbed quietly. At last she jumped
into the sea. A fish, said the mate as
he heard the soft splash in the night. The
Government weather prophet makes
business of being just IA much mistaken
A story full OF incident and color such as
we have indicated.