The Lamar register., 1919-04-02
CHAPTE TER !.
Sent Into Servltude.

Unusual adventure. ana one Whlch may
never even be read until long after
iate departed from this world, when
viii he difficult TO convince reuders
hat such times as are herein depicted
'ould ever have been reality. i shall
,ndeavor 10 narrate each Incident in
he simplest manner possible. My
,nly purpose is truth, and my only
witness history. Yet, even now lately
rs this all happened, II Is more like
he recoilections of II dream, dlmly re-
nembered at awakening, and, per-
hance, might remain So but for the
icars upon my body, and the constant
memory OF woman's face. These
llone combine TO bring back in vivid
less those days that were-days OF
youth and daring. of desperate. law
ess war. OF wide ocean peril, and the
lutstretched hands Of love. So that
here. where | am writing II all down.
here nmid quietness and peace, and
forgeiful of the past, | wander again
along II deserted shore, and sail among
those Isles Of southern sea, the home
for many u century OF crime and I'M
speakable cruelty. | will recall the
truth. and can do no more.
II was still early morning when we,
were brought out under heavy guard
and marched somberly forth through
the opened gates of the jail. Ahead
we could perceive forest of masts.
and what seemed like u vast crowd of
waiting people. That We had been
sentenced TO exile. to prolonged servi-
tude In some foreign land, was all that
any of us knew.
The guards prodded the crowd saw
agely with the butts Of their mus.
ketoons, thus making scant room for
us to shuttle through. out upon the far
end of the wharf. where we were
finally halted abreast OF Jumping
brig, apparently nearly ready for sea.
There were more than forty OF us. 1
gained glimpse of the hooker's name
Romping Betsy OF Plymouth. A mo-
ment later II sailor passed along the
edge OF the dock and Instantly whis-
per passed swiftly from man to man.
"It's Virginia. mate: we're bound for
Virginia"
The eyes OF prisoner met mine.
"virginia, heyf" he grunted. "Ye're
sailorman. amt ye, mater Well.
then, whur Is this yere Virginiaf"
That's all right. mates" I returned
cheerily. "weln fall into the hands
OF Englishmen out there. In America.
where all the tobacco comes from.
I've been there twice-and to land
beyond they call Maryland. IT'S a
country not so unlike England"
"Yer better stow that. my man."
growled someone above me. and l
looked up into the stern eyes OF the
captain of the guard. "or II may be
the cat for ye. So we've been ter
the Virginia plantation. hev YET Then
ye must be Master Carlyle. I take It,
| heerd tell about ye at the trial. but
supposed ye ter be an older man."
81 am twenty-six."
"Ye don't look even thet. Ay.
they're ready for ye now. Fall in
there-all OF yer. Step along, yer
ID rebel scum"
1 stared aft ut the poop deck. There
were a number OF persons gathered
along the low rail. probably all passen-
gers. Then my eyes encountered a
strange group foregathered beside the
lee rail.
There were four In the little party,
one of them negress. Another was
clearly enough n colonial proprietor,
u heavily built man Of middle age,
purple faced. 1 passed these by with
a glance. my attention concentrating
upon the other two-a middle-aged
man and young woman stand
Ing side by side. The former was n
dashing looking blade. Of not more
than forty, attired in blue slashed
coat, ornamented with gilt buttons,
and bedecked at collar and cuffs with
a profusion of lace. A saffron eolored
waistcoat failed to conceal his richly
beruffied shirt. and the hllt of rapier
was rather prominently displayed.
Such dandies were frequently enough
seen. but II was this mans face which
made marked contrast with his gay
attire. He WAS dark and hook-nosed
apparently OF foreign birth. with black
mustache tightly clipped. so as TO re-
veal the thin firmness OF his lips, and
even at that distance l could perceive
'hs lines of . scar across bis chin. Al