The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-01-20

Not so. The postponement bu,
makes it deeper answered Alvaradc
gravely. Rest satisfied
And l shall have my revenge in full
measure:'
I'm full, in orerlowng measure
senor.''
DO you propose to shoot me-" asked
the buccaneer chieftain c3oiiy, cor be
head me-"
You shall See"
'"Ehen:'
Tomorrow"
The somBer, sinister. although un
known purpose OF the Spaniar(ls had
new terrors lent to it by the utter in
ability OF the buccaneer to foresee
What was TO be his punishment. He
was Il man of the highest courage. the
stouteSt heart, yet il that hour he was
astonied. His knees Smote together
he CliIched his teeth in vain effort
to prevent their chattering All his
deviltry, his assurance, his fortituie,
his strength, seemed to leave him. Ii,
stood before them suddenly an old, u
broken man, facing Il doom portentou<
and terrible. without spark OF
strength or resolution left to meet it.
whatever it might be. And for til,
first time i'll his life he played tll
craven, the coward. He moiStened his
dry lips and looked eagerly from one
face to another in the dark and gIoomy
ring that encircled him.
Lady he said at last. turning tc
Mercedes as the most likely of his enc
mics to befricnd him, you are Il WON
an. You should be tender hearted
You don't want to see an Old man, old
enough to be your father, suffer some
unknown. awful torture? Ilead fol
me! Ask your lover. lie Will refuse
you nothing now
An eye for an eye said the CIR:
slowly "a tooth for tooth, lie fol
life. shame for shame, her voice ris-
ing until it rang through the room.
In the name of MY ruined sisters,
whose waits come 10 Us this instant
from without, borne hither on the night
wind, | refuse to intercede for you,
monster. For myself, The insults you
have put upon me l might forgive, but
not the rest. The taking of one life
like yours cannot repay"
You hear:' cried Alvarado. Take
him away
'One moment" cried Morgan. Holy
father. your religion, it teaches 10
forgive. they say. Intercede for me-
His eyes turned with faint hope to-
ward the aged priest.
Not for such us thou" answered the
old man. looking from him. Il could
forgive this" he touched his battered
tonsure, land all thou hast done
against me and mine. What suffering
comes upon me | can bear. but thou
hast filed the cup of iniquity and must
drain it to the dregs Hark ye-the
weeping of the desolated town, | can
not Interfere. They that take the
sword shall perish by it. 1t is so de-
creed. You believe not in Cod
Il will. | do"' cried the buccaneer,
clutching at the hope.
Il shall pray for thee; that is all
''Hornigold." cried the now almost
frenzied man. his voice hOarse with
terror and weakness. they owe much
to you Without you they had not
been here. | have wronged you griev
ously, terribly, but | atone by this.
Beg them not to let me go. but only to
kill me where | stand. They will not
refuse you. Had 1t not been for you
this man would not have known his
father He could not have won this
woman. You have power. You'll not
desert an old comrade in his extremity?
Think, we have stood together sword
in hand and fought our way through
all obstacles i'll many IL desperate strait
thou and |, Old shipmate. BY the
memory Of that old association, by the
love you once bore me and by that |
gave 10 you. ask them for my death,
here-n0w-a Oncc"'
You ask for grace from me- snarl-
ed Hornigold sayagely. yet triumphant.
'You-you hanged my brother
Il know. l know. Twas a grievous
error. shall be punished for all. Ask
them to shoot mo-h3a@ me-
He slipped to his knees, threw HIM
self upon the foo:' and lay groveling
at Iornigold's feet
TO Be Contlnue