The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-12

announces he has a tip on the location of
treasure buried by Morgan in the old
pirate days. ReEan has idea.
Young Morgan sails for South Amer
lea in pursuit Of the treasure. Upon
landing he encounters a strange young
woman who appears 20 mistake him Tor
some one else He is fired upon by three
natives and seeks safety board his yes
sci, the Angelique.
ct want your ears" the stranger
answered pleasantly, as he slowly
advanced.
Sure. First down. and the man
who wins the fall gets the other
fellows ears"
Agreed" The young man in the
canvas trousers sheated his knife.
Action and word went together,
and his glorious rush ended igno-
minioUsIy, for the stranger, ap-
parently braced for the shock,
yielded the instant their bodies
met and fell over on his back, at
the same time planting his foot in
Francis abdomen. and. from the
back purchase on the ground. trans
forming Francis rush into a wild,
forward somersault.
The fall on the sand knocked most
Of Francis breath out Of him, and
the flying body of his foe, impact
ing on him, managed to do for what
little breath was left him. AS he
lay speeches. on his back he OBJ
served the man on top Of him gaz-
ing down at him with sudden Curl
osIty.
What d'you want to wear a
mustache- for?" the stranger NUT
tered
Go on and cut EN- off" Francis
gasped. with the first Of his return
ing breath. The cars are yours,
but the mUstache is mine. II is not
IN the bond. Besides, that fall was
straight jiu jiutsu"
You said, anyway and every way
for the first fall" the other quoted,
laughingIy. LAS for your ears,
keep them. never intended to
cut them off, and now that / look
at them closely, the less ] want
them. Get up and get out or here.
I've licked you. Vamosc, And don't
come sneaking around here again:
Git. ScUtT'
what's In a NameF
In greater disgust than ever. to
which was added the humiliation Of
defeat, Francis turned down to the
beach toward his canoe
Say, little stranger, do you mind
leaving your card?" the victor called
after him
Visiting cards and throat-cut-
ting don't go together" Francis shot
back. across his shoulder. as he
souatted in the canoe and dipped
his. paddle. My names Morgan"
Surprise and startlement were the
strangers portion as he opened his
mouth TO speak. then changed his
mind and mUrmured to himself,
Same stock-no wonder we look
alike"
Still in the throes OF disgust
Francis regained the shore of the
Bull, sat down on the edge Of the
dugout, filled and lighted his pipe,
and gloOmily meditated. Crazy
eyerybOdy-was the run of his
thought. Nobody acts with reason.
like 10 see old Regain try to do
business with these people. They'd
get his ears"
Gould he have seen. at that mo-
ment. the young man Of the canvas
pants and Of familiar appearance,
be would have been certain that
naughU but lunacy resided n Latin
America; for the young man in
=
IN the heart Of his island. grinning
70 himself as he uttered aloud.
Il guess ] put the fear OF God into
that particular member OF the Nor
gan family" He Just began TO stare
a. q Photographic reproduction OF
an oil painting on the wall Of the
original Sir Henry Morgan.
Well, old pirate" he continued,
grinning, two OF your latest de-
scedants came pretty close TO get
ting each other with autOmatiCs
that would make your antediluvian
morse pistols look like 30 cents"
He bent 10 a battered and worm
eaten sea chest. lif;ed the lid that
vas mOnOEramed with an NJ and
again addressed the portrait
Well, old pirate Welshman Of an
ancestor, all you've left me is the
old buds and a face that looks like
yours. And / guess. II ! was really
fred up, ] could play your Port
Au-PrInce stunt about as we'll As
you played 1t yourself
A Striking Resemblance.
moment later, beginning TO
dress himself in the age-worn and
moth-eaten garments Of the chest.
be added: Well. here's the old dude
on my back. Come, Mister Ancestor.
down out Of your frame. and dare
20 tell me a point OF looks in which
We differ"
Clad in Sir Henry Morgan's an
cIent habIliments. a cUtlass strapned
On around the middle and two flint
lock pistols Of huge and ponderous
design thrust into his waist SCAT
the resemblance between the living
man and the pictured sembiance or
the Old buccsneer who had been
long since resolved TO dust, was
striking
Back 10 back against the main
mast
Held AZ bay the entire crew -
As the young man. picking the
strings Of a guitar, began TO sing
the old buccanecr rouse, il seemed
10 him that the picture Of his for
bear faded into another picture and
that he saw:
The old forbear himself back 10
= mainmast. CUtlass out and flash
ing, facing a semicircle Of fantast.-
cally clad sailor Cutthroats. while
behind him, on the opposite side Of
The mast. another similarly CARRIED
and ACQUIRED man with cutlass
flashing, faced the other semicirCle
Of cUtthroats that completed he
ring about the mast
The vivid vision Of his fancy was
broken by the breaking OF q guitar
string which he had thrummed too
passionately And in the sharp
pause Of silence il seemed that 4
fresh vision OF old Sir Henry came
10 him, down out Of the frame ana
beside him, real in all seeming.
at his sleeve TO lead him