The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-01-22

fight if he could not wait and endure.
1t would be a terrible death, but 1t
would be soon over, and therefore he
preferred it to the slow horror OF
watching the approach of the waters
creeping in and up to drown him. The
chief agony of his position, however,
the most terrifying feature in this
dreadful situation to which his years
of crime had at last brought him, was
that he was allowed 10 choice.
So long as it was light Morgan In
tently watched the sea. There was a
sense of companionship in it which
helped to alleviate his unuttera bic lone
Illness And he was Il man to whom
loneliness III Itself was a punishment.
There were too many things in the past
that had habit of making their pres
ence felt when he was alone for him
ever to desire to be solitary. Present
ly the sun disappeared with the star
Ting suddenness of tropic attitudes, and
without twilight darkness fell over the
sea and over his haggard face like a
veil. The moon had not yet risen, and
he could see nothing. There were
few faint clouds on the horizon, he had
noticed, which might presage Il storm.
1t was very dark and very still, as
calm and peaceful a tropic night as
ever ShroUded the Caribbean. Farther
and farther away from him he could
hear the rustic of the receding waves
as the tide went down. Over his head
twinkled the stars out of the deep
darkness.
Then the moon sprang up as sudden.
~ as the sun had fallen. Her silver
radiance flooded the armament Light,
heavenly light, once more! Far away
from him the white line Of the water
was breaking on the silver sand.
Now the tide turned and came creep
ing i'll. 1t had gone ont slowly. it had
fingered as if reluctant TO leave him.
bus to his distrauGht vision II 'ctUrucl
With the swiftncsS Of thousand white
horses tossing their wind blown names.
The wind died down: the clouds were
disSipated The night was so very cain
it Knocked the storm raging in his soul.
And still the silvered water came flood
ing in. Gently, tenderly, caressingiy,
the little waves Tapped the sands. 1T
last they lifted the ghastly head Of
young Teach and laid it at his feet
He cursed the rising water and babe
it stay, and heedlessly it came on. 1t
was Il tropic sea, and the waters we"e
as warm as those of any sun kissed
ocean. but they broke upon his knees
with the GOODNESS of eternal ice. They
rolled the heavier body of his faithful
slave against him. He strove to drive
it away with his foot rs he had strivcn
to thrust aside the CHASTITY head, and
without avail. The two friends recetied
as the waves rolled back, but they
came on again ard again and again.
They had been faithful to him in life:
they remained with him in death.
Now the water broke about his waist:
now it rose to his breast. He was eX-
hausted. worn out. He hung silent.
staring His mind was busy His
thought went back to that rugged
Welsh land where he had been born
He saw himself little boy playing in
the fields that surrounded the farm
house Of his father and mother
T." -; :.,'n that long trip across
u" s.,"'i. lie lived again in the hot
hc.l - &c f:"!hbean. Old forms OF
TO-: ,;tvn buccaneers clustered about
him
The water was higher now. 1t was
at his neck. There We're Porto Bcllo
Puerto I'rincipe and Maracabo. ana
Cha @r2s. and Panama-ah. Panama. Al;
the iionls Of hell had been there, an1
he had been their chief! They came
back now to mock him.
There was pale faced. tender eyed
Maria ZerCga. who had died of the
plague, and the baby. the boy. .Ia:Iai
ca. too, swept into his vision. The
was his wife shrinking away from hin
In the very articles Of death There wa>
young EbeIeZer Hornigold. tancin.
right merrily upon the g3liOwS. to@eth
CT with others of the buccaneers he hGG
hanged
The grim figure Of the one eyeU
bo3tswain rose before him and lc1re"
upon him and swept the other appari
tons away. This was La Guayrs
Yesterday. He had been betrayed
Whose men We're those: The Mel
hanging on the walls? And Hornigcl,' |
had done it-oId Ben Hornigold-tha
H.. thought so faithful.
He dreamed aloud again with hate.
he called down curses upon the heaC
of the growing one eyed appartion
And the water broke into his mouth
and stopped him. 1t called him to his
senses for Il moment. His present peril
overcame the hideous recollection Of
the past That water WAS rising still