Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-05-24

bed with the same swiftness with which it had departed the night before. Like the tide. 1t, too, rose and rose. There was not cloud to temper the ferceness with which 1t beat upon his head, not breath of air to blow across his fevered brow. The blinding rays struck him like hammers of molten iron. He stared at it out of his fren- zied, bloodshot eyes and writhed be- meath its blazing heat All his faculties were merged into one consuming de sire for water-water. The thirst was intolerable. Unless he could get some his brain would give way. He was dy- ing. dying. dying. Oh. God. he could not die; he was not ready to die. Oh, for one moment of time. for one drop of fwater-God-G God-God.
 Suddenly before his eyes there arose a figure. At first he fahcied 1t was an other of the apparitions which had compapied with him during the awful night and morning. but this was hu- man figure. an old man, bent. haggard. like himself. with watching. but with fierce mad joy in his face. Where had he come from: Who was he? What did he want: The figure glared upon the unhappy man with one fiery eye. and then he lifted before the captive's distorted vision something. What was it-a cup of water? Water. water brim- ming over the cup. It was just out of reach of his lips-so cool. so sweet. so inviting. He strained at his chains. bent his head. thrust his lips out. He could almost touch it-not quite! He struggled and struggled and stroye to break his letters. but without avail. Those letters could not be broken by the hand of man. He could not drink ah, God!then he lifted his blinded eyes and searched the face of the other.
 ''Hornigold.' he whispered hoarsely with his parched and stiffened lips. "Is 1t thouT'
 Aye wanted to let you know there was water here You must be thirsty. You'd like drink? So would I. There is not enough for both of us Who will get it? I. Look.'
 Not all-not ali.' screamed the old captain faintly as the other drained the cup. "A little. A drop for me"
 Not one drop" answered Hornigold: :: mot one drop. If you were In hell and held river in my hand you would not get drop. It's gone
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 'I brought you to this-I. Do you recall 1t: You owe this to me. You had your revenge: this is mine. But it's not over yet I'm watching you. shall not come out here again. but I'm watching you. remember that. can see your
 Take that knife you bear-kill mel.
 'I don't want you to die-not yet and remember
 "Hornigold. I'll make amends! I'll be your slave!"
 Aye. crawl and cringe now. you dog. swore that you should do 1t. It's use less to beg me for mercy. I know not that word. neither did you. Remem. Der. I watch"
 He threw his glance upward. stopped suddenly, fierce light in that old eye of his.
 Look up." he cried. ''and you will see. Take heart. man. I guess you won't have to wait for the tide. and the sun won't bother you long. Re member, l am watching you.'
 He turned and walked away. conceal ing himself in the copse once more. where be could see and not be seen. The realization that he was watched by one whom he could not see. one who gloated over his miseries and suf ferings and agonies, added the last touch to the torture of the buccaneer. He had no longer strength or man. bood He no longer cried out after