The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1906-03-14

gallant O.. Is all. He came into nay
old lear. ike q son. We are not ali
brute. gentlemen. l have waded IN
blood and p:unGer like the rest. but III
every hear- there is some spot that
beats for things better. divided my
love between him and my captain. This
mamie pointed to his old master
with his blunted finger, drawing him
self up until he looked taller than he
was. his one eye flashing with anger
and hatred as with stern, rude elo-
ouerce he recited his wrongs. the grim
indictment of false friend-'thls man
BETRAYED US at Panama. With what
he had robbed his comrades OF he
bought immunity, even knighthood,
from, the king of England. he was
made vice governor Of jamaica, ana
his hand fell heavily upon those who
had blindly- followed hin in the OLD
davs. men who had served him a1as
trusted him, as I-meI whose vaior and
courage had made him what he was.
s.He took the lad l loved and be-
cause his proud spirit would not break
to his heavy hand and he answered lin
like the Dold, free sailor he was ne
hanged him like dog, sirs! IL
stooped for his life. l, who cared not
for myself, offered to stand in his
place upon the gallows platform,
though I have no more taste fcr the
rope than any Of you, if only>he might
90 free. He laughed at me. he mock
ed me. 1 urged my ancient servi>e. He
drove me from him With curses and
threats Like a whipped cog. could
have struck him down taan but that
I wanted to save him f1r a re:enSe
that might measure M hate. SLOW ana
long and terrible-not n2re sudden
death: that would not sufice-Sone-
thing more.
"Treachery? My lord, his was the
first. 1 played his own game and have
overcome it with the same. Dye blame
me now? Take your treasure! 1 wants
none Of it. I want only him and my re-
venge! Liberty's dear to all of us. III
give mine up. You may take my life
with the rest, but first give ne this
man. Let me deal with him. will re-
venge ron all, and when 1 have finish
ed with Glm VIII yield myself to you"
He was a hideous figure of old hate
and rancor, of unslaked passion, Of
monstrous possibilities Of cruel torture.
Even Morgan himself, intrepid as he
was, shrank from the awful menace of
the mordant words.
"Nfy lord" shouted the unfortunate
captain, "give him no heed. He lies in
his throat; he lies thousand times.
Twas mutinous dog, that brother of
his, that hanged / am your prisoner.
You are a soldier. look for speedy
punishment-ce death, it may be-
but let it not be from his hand.'
."T,li:as!,, ."T,,li::as.!,,,, secor5,'' urged the boatswatn.
"You would hang him, perhaps. It is
the worst that you could do. Is that
punishment meet for him? He has de-
spoiled women, bereft children, tortur-
ed men, in the streets Of La Guayra.
A more fitting punishment should await
him. Think Of Panama, of Maracaibo,
Of Porto Bello. Recall what he did
there. Is hanging enough? Give him
to me. Let me have my way. You
have your daughter, safe, unharmcd,
within the shelter of her lovers arms.
The town is yours You have won the
fight. Twas I that did it. Without me
your wives, your children, your sub
jects, would have been slaughtered in
Caracas, and this dog would have been
free to go further afeld for prey. He
coveted your daughter-would fain
make her his slave in some desert is
land. Give him to me!'s
"Old man." said the viceroy, 'I take
back my words. You have excuse for
your betrayal, but your request can
not grant. I have promised him to Al
varado. Nay, urge me no further. My
word is passed.
Thank you, thank your cried Nor
gan, breathing again.
Silence, you dogw said the viceroy,
with a look Of contempt on his face.
"But take heart, man." he added as
he saw the look Of rage and disappoint-
ment sweep over the face Of the old
sailor; .'he will not escape lightly.
Would God he had blood enough in his
body to pay drop by drop for ffG5r-2sallL all be