The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-08-24
CHAPTER II.
In Which ! am a Pirate.

which we ssat-indeed, no house
 at all. Beneath us rose and fell stanch vessel, respon< sive to the long lift of the south ern seas. It was not rustic of the leaves we heard through the open win dows. but the low ripple of waves along our strakes came to our ears through the open ports.
 If any say that this manner of iilu7 sion may not exist between two boys and a man answer that we did not thus classify it. By the new pleasure in my soul by the new blood in my cheek. I swear we were three boys together. and all in quest of adventure. < True. at times our speech snacked. less of nautical and piratica1 phrase, at fines indeed, halted. It is difficult for a twelve-year-old pirate, exceeding hungry, to ask for third helping of grilled chicken in voice at once stern and in ngratiating. Moreover, it is dif6- cult for q discreet and law abiding citizen, with full sense of duty, de Hberately to aid and abet two youth fal runaways. But whenever illusion Wavered IsOlonnois saved the day by resuming his stern scoWI. even above chickeH bone His facility in rolling speech discovered to be, in part, at trfbutable to a volume which [ saw protruding from his pocket At my Teqlest he passed it to me, and I saw its titIe- -s1zhe Pirates Own Book. ? I { knew it well. Indeed. I now arose and,s passing to my bookshelves. drew down q duplicate copy of that rare volume, recounting the deeds Of the old buccaneers. The. eyes of L'O1on- nois widened as I laid the two side by side
 You've got it, toosn he exclaimed.
 nodded,
 .sThat explains it., said Jean Laatte.
 Explains what ?,
 'NNhy. how you--why now-how you could be 2 pirate, too, just as natural as us.',
 .'I have reAd it many a time" said I.
 Wasn't you never pfrate?" asked Jean I1aftte.
 ..So,'' said I, smilings although many have said my father was. He was very rich
 Well. you can talk just like us,'' said Jean Lafitte admiringly, steven if you have lost all.
 sOf course, said exultingly. Why 1 not? T think as you do. As much as you I am disgusted with the dullness of life I. too wish to seek my for tune. Well, then, why not, John Saun- ders? Why not, James Henderson,
 X, now indeed illusion halted! Both boys, abashed, fell back in their chairs How did you know our names ?'' ask ed the older of the two at length.
 Tn your book, here, saw your ia ther's name, Jimmy I know your fa- tber. He*iss Judge Willard Henderson of the appellate court. in the city. I was admitted to- the bar under him | know your mother, too, Jimmy-so well I should not like to cause her even a moments uneasiness about you.''
 DO you know my auntie, Helena Emory?'' demanded Jimmy suddenly. felt the blood surge into my face.
 Don't misunderstand me" re joined. ..I only have some gift of the second sight, as I shall now prove to you. For instance, Jean Lafitte, I know your earlier name was John Saunders. although I never saw or heard of you before
 Well. now, how'd you know that?'' demanded the elder boy.
 T did not promise to tell the secrets of nay art,'' I smiled I did not tell him that I had seen the name of Saunders on the tag of a shirt some what soiled.
 Your fathers name was John be fore you I added at a venture He assented, half frightened, although I had only guessed at this, supposlng John Saunders to be somewhat con Hnuolls family name in a family of auburn highlanders.
 He sells farm stuff at the hotel above" ventured And again my