The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-03-17
The Queen of the Kennebec
Or the Last of the Wampanoags.
BY FRANK w. GOWEN.
NO. 5.


! The last guests were departing from
John Whittaker's mansion, after spend
ing most delightful evening in honor of
his daughters birthday. Clad in dain-
ty white dress, with flower twlned In
her beautiful dark hair, she presented a
picture of sweetness and beauty as she
stood in the large hall bidding her guests
goodnight. When she stepped out on
the veranda and waved her hand to sew
eral of her girl friends in the distance an
old negress who had nursed her as child
and was part of the family, ran out
and threw a shawl tenderly over her
shoulders; Dress me, honey, it hab been
very big night, but no cold for dis child
and she folded the large shawl more
carefully over the girls shoulders and
around her white throat. "How thought
full of you Aunt Rody," said Maud as she
gave the negress hug. "What should
| do without your" ode Lord only knows
child, replied the old nurse with affec-
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for you out here after you hab been so
warm inside de house" So saying she
led her gently back to the parlor, where
she again joined her father and mother
whom she found chatting about her
pleasant birthday party.
Among the last guests to leave had
been Carl Prime and his friends, who had
drank none too sparingly during the even
ing. The moon threw its bright rays
over the landscape as they made their
way hastily toward the boat. Carl was
the first to reach it and found Phillip
curled up in the boat sound asleep.
wake up, you damned slave, he shout
ed as he struck Phillip a blow in the
face, also kicking him. Phillip sprang
up like tiger out of his sleep and cllnch-
ing his huge fists was about to strike
down his masters son when Carl pullep
a revolver from his pocket and fired
point blank at him. Luckily his arm
was not steady and the bullet only tore
hole in Phillips coat, just grazing his
side Stung with madness Phillip rush
ed towards him, shouting, ''4ou misera-
bic coward - and knocking the pistol out
of his hand struck him a powerful blow
in the face and Carl dropped like a log.
All this had happened so suddenly that
none of Carts friends attempted to in
terfere. Indeed, it would not have been
we'll for them to have done so, as Philip,
mad with rage, would have brooked no
interference on their part. 81 believe,
Philip, you have killed him, said one of
the young men, who was studying to be
doctor, and rushing forward he raised
CARTS head and tried to stanch the blood
streaming from his lips. "Get me some
water, quick, and some whiskey," he
cried One of the young men ran to the
house to get the water, while another
fastened to the boat and brought some
whiskey.
The young doctor poured some whiskey
down CARTS throat, which revived him
and he opened his eyes with dazed look.
.|He is coming too, boys, all right said
the young doctor, as Carl opened his
eyes again and staggered to his feet.
"What kicked me?" he asked weakly,
ga mule?' ''Better ask Phillip that
question" replied the young physician.
He can answer it better than | can. :"
"You insolent slave" cried Carl furi
ously, II will pay you for this, damn
YOU" Phillip, without paying any fur
Their attention to him, picked up the pis-
tol out of the sand and threw it into the
sea. and proceeded to get the boat ready
for the party to return home. While
thus engaged John Whitaker and his
daughter, the young man of the party
who had run back to the house, and sew
eral servants, came hurrying down to the
beach. 'What is the trouble here?'
incurred John Whitaker, looking at
Carrs bloody face. "Phillip hit me in
the face" replied earle. "Well, what
reason had your slave to do that, l would
like to know" inquired Mr.. Whitaker.
at don't make any difference whether
he had any reason or not, replied Carl
with anger, Il will have him logged for
if if it takes all the slaves on the planta-
ton to do the job eve will see about
that cried Phillip as he rushed over to
where Carl stood, with such threaten
ing look on his face that Carl sank back
among his friends and remained silent.
'These young men who are with
YOU tonight can bear witness to what
YOU have tried to do to me" cried
Phillip passionately. "a fellow like
you." and he pointed his finger toward
Carl, "steeped in liquor and tobacco, as
we'll as in vice, who would strike and
kick poor slave while asleep, and even
trv to shoot him down in cold blood, is not
only a bully and coward, but deserves
to be licked within an inch of his life, as
YOU have been tonight, even by slave.
81 was not always slave" cried Phil
lin. as he turned and looked at John Whit
taker and his daughter, and am glad OF
this opportunity Of laying my wrongs be-
foro Won Mr.. Whitaker. 81 will gladly