The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-08-23
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ing what little strength remained, he hurried on, up to the massed under brush and around it and suddenly full-tilt upon the sharp point of sword, which pierced his heart, before he could so much as utter a single word But a voice behind the sword had cried out.
 "Sdeath's blood. Ye track me. would vel Then die like the dog ye aret"
 It was Captain Killol
 And the sword was Captain Killo's trusty long onei
 And poor little Seth lay on the ground writhing in agony, his life quickly ebbng away, and unable to utter so much as single word of the message he had tried SO hard to carry to Captain Iillo. Indeed, he couldn't make even a sign of any sort by way of warning, for he died but a moment or two after he fell.
 Captain Killo was surprised for. you see. he had heard some one com ing. had hidden behind the bush and had lunged with his sword without waiting to find out who it was. Enough for him that anyone should dare trail him.
 Captain Killo looked down at poor, dead Seth a moment and then let loose a string of terrible oaths. Sorry? No indeedl For, you see, he concluded instantly that faithful Seth had fol- lowed him to tind out for himself where the gold was buried. Or. may be, the crew had put him up to doing it. Of course, Captain I<illo never dreamed of the warning message Seth was bearing him. So he kicked Seth s poor body time or two, wiped off his bloody sword and went on.
 The next day, however, he returned to the beach to find crew and ship vanishedl He also found an insulting note from the first-mate which con demned him, in no uncertain fan- guage. to his fate and to perdition. And down at the bottom was a scrawl to the effect that he (Captain Killo) was left alone except for Seth who had made off some where's.
 Then indeed did Captain Killo un- derstand! And, strong, cruel, blood thirsty pirate though he was. he wept like a woman Returning he fought off the wild animals proving around NeI1 \ DULY anu DuIltu IL TGNtTGnllN
 Csptain killo did not die immedi- ately. Instead, he lived on the wild fruits and berries and animals he trapped until an old, old age. And every night, he slept under a shelter he had erected over Seth's grave. And every day he journeyed down to the water-side, hoping the pirates would put in for the gold they knew had been buried there in past years.
 But they never came for, you see, just the day after they had sailed away they were captured by British man-of-war and every man-Jack of 'em was strung up to a yard arm.
 At present, a thriving little seaport town has sprung up within a mile of where the body of Seth lies buried. And yet, old crones and the super stitious folk of the village declare that on misty nights, when the moon is al- most obscured, a strange old pirate ship suddenly bobs up into view on the broad bosom of the river; tall fierce, scowlng figure of an ld-time pirate is seen to chamber down her sides into a small boat and suddenly disappear under the water, to bob up again pres ently on the beach where, with drawn sword, he steps ashore and makes off through the woods to stand guard over the grave of the little galley boy he so foully murdered.
 Some people of the little town swear they have seen the ship and Captain Killo and the sword and-and--in- deed. they can lead you back into the woods and point out 10 you the spot where Seth lies buried. But
 Well, here is where we had better take that grain of salt" spoken of at the beginning of this sad. sad tale!