The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-23
THE LADY AND THE
 PIRATE By nMlnR SON H0UGH
 \ Copyright. 1913. by Emerson Tough
Copyright. 1913. by Emerson Tough
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 q never heard of him. We'll, ahy- how. you were rich enough to afford to do'what you liked But, as to keep ing 1t secret, you can't do that any longer. Those newspaper fellows are the devil to get hold of things. Since all this stuff came out about you run ming away with your own boat-I can see now why you did it, and I'm glad you did-why, your whole life history has been printed, including all that restitution business about the Sally M. Fellows came to me and asked me about you; asked if knew you. Said, yes, I knew you; said you were romantic chap and good business man, too, and the best old scout in the Torld-what2"
 had arisen and stood in some doubt. scWhat's the matter? Let's go on up to the house I want to see SaIiy." he concluded.
 '.And want very much to see Hell ena," said I; "only it's going to be rather harder now to meet her-and Mrs. Danfver.''
 Well, don't know" said Gal Da- vfdson; "every fellow plays his own system. There's something in what
 
 poker face so far as telling what they think about man is concerned-yes. Frfnstance, how much did Helena know knew or know you knew or thought you knew-welI, you get me? But the trouble with you is you ain't romantic in your temperament like me. But if was you ? wouldn't be scared to tell Mrs. Daniver I had 1ao1Fo7- or. +co Iof% Tf,11 soften the blow some to her maybe. And as for Helena
 tsAnd as for Helena, T can look her in the face, and she can me, now And-win you telephone to New Iberia for a ninisterat once-for this even ing train? And will you tell Ed ouard to have his man lay out his best evening clothes for me-ten him I'll trade him these of my cooks for them-and a suit of travelling clothes? Because. oh, fellow varlet''- q paus- ed here. We both did, for a mocker just now broke into an extraordinary burst of song, so sweet, so throbbing- ly sweet, that we could not help but listen, both of us being lovers.)
 What were you saying. old man?'' Cal Davidson asked after awhile, mus .ingly. as one awakening. Some bird, whats"
 Because tonight" I answered, ssI am going to marry my fair captive. yon heartless jade Helena. I've loved her always, rich or poor, and she loves me, rich or poor. And we shall live happy ever after. And may God bless us and all true loversp'
 stAmen!'' I heard some one say and
 
 yon varlet. the mocking bird, or Gal Davidson himself who spoke I look ed around for Partial He lad follow ed Helena.
 FOoTNOTE
 The words in Helena's note addressed to Henry Francis Drake, Esq, were, as have said, but two-sfYes. Now.' That was why was married that evening. It was curious about the the, wedding ring, for that would not borrow, so an old ne- gro blacksmith took a gold ring Edouard gave me, one found years ago by a Cajun successful hunts for the treas sure of Jean Lafitte And into this in place of the gem long since missing, he clasped my pearl. the one we got on the river far in the north, the great pearl later known as the largest and most brilliant ever found in fresh water. It was q who named It the Belle Helene" So that our ring pleased all but L'Olonnois and Jean La htte- These two pirates had sset at work that very afternoon with 'Polyte (by Edouard'S consent) and dug behind the smokehouse. Wonderful enough, they did find old bricks incIosing sort of hollow cavity, bricks of ancient day, and. though they got nothing else CPo1yte said I he knew who had beaten them to sthis treasure--it was Achilles Dufrayne of Cal ! casieu, curse himD, they both explained l how easy it would be to deceive the fair captive into thinking we really had found the rings setting as well as the ring it. self in pirate treasure box. T would not l do that on the ground that already I had ] deceived the fair captive quite enough. But, though yon varlet, my friend dear old Cal Davidson, spoke rather free Iy about his honeymoon and all that, cannot do so of mine with Helena. did not know that I could again be so happy. Often I have wished were a romantic man like dear old Cal fear my book on the mosquitoes of North America nev- ST will be written now. H. F. D.
 THE END.