The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-08-25

spring Watah. Down war i Is come
from no pussons of de Four Hund'ed
amt even 'eustomed to partake OF
such. But the sassiety I has been in
lately round dis we're camp amt of de
conyivulous ordah ole Cookie had 10
keep II dark dat he got his nle drop o
comfort on de side. Dis yere's only
homemade stun. sab. 'Tain't what /
could offah 10 gennelmun IL so be
is got the makin's of q genuwine old
style julep what is de beverage OF de
fust families. But bein' as It is, 1t am
mighty GOBLIN. sab, and 1t got q lille
kick TO it-not much, but jes' enough
TO make gennelmun feel lax he IL
one"
Cookies tones dripped humility and
Precipitation. He offered the brimming
cup cringingly TO the pale-eyed, red
nOsed Chris, who reached for It with
alacrity, drank deep, smacked his lips
meditatively, and after a moment
passed the cup back.
"'TaiD't 50 worse" he said approx
ingly Anyhow, it's drink 70
Magnus suddenly began to laugh.
"S'elp me, it's the same dope what
laid out the Honorablei ' he chortled.
Here, darky, let's have a swig Of it !"
Cookie complied, joining respectful
ly In the captains mirth.
guess you-all Is got stronger
haids den dat young gennelmun - he
remarked. Dis yere ole niggah has
help hisself mighty freely and dat
found 1t out. Fac is, 1t am puffeckly
harmless 'cept when de haid is weak"
False, false Cooked Black brother
in perfdy to Mr.. Tubbsl One friend
the less to be depended on If a chance
for freedom ever came to US
Cookie refilled the pirates cups, and
set the crock beside them on the
ground.
In case you gennelmun feels yo'-
sells a lille thursty later on" he re-
marked. He was retiring, when Cap
tain Magnus called TO him.
"Blackie, this amt bad It's GOBLIN,
but thin-a real nice ladylike sort of
drink, ! should say. Suppose you take
a swig over to Miss Jimmy there with
my eompliments-Pm one to always
treat lady generous If she gives me
half chance"
Obediently Cookie FASTENED for an
other cup. set 1t on a tray, and ap-
preached me with his old-time ornate
manner. | faced him with whitening
look, but unmindful, he bowed, pre-
senting me tie cup, and interposing his
hnaIEu nopSnn hnfpnon onA
deeply quaffing pirates. At the same
time his voice reached me, pitched In
q low and anxious key.
$50 de Lawd's sake. Miss jimmy,
spill It out It am mighty powerful
dope-it done fumented twice as long
as befo'-it am boun' to give dat trash
de biindNstaggahs sho'tly!"
Instantly understood, and a thrill
Of relief and of hope inexpressible
shot through me. l put the cup to my
lips and after brief parade Of drink
ing passed Ii back to Cookie, splitting
the contents on the ground en- route.
Gradually the rough disjointed talk
Of the sailors began to languish. Gov
ertly watching. saw that Chris head
had begun to droop. The hand that
held the cup was lifted stretched out
in the direction of the enticing jar,
then forgetting its errand fell heavily.
After a few spaslnOdic twitchings of
the eyelids and uneasy grunts, Chris
slumbered.
Captain Magnus was OF tougher f.
Der. But he too, grew silent and
there was certain meal-sack limp
ness about his attitude. His dulled
eyes stared dreamily. All at once,
with jerk, he reused himself turned
over and administered to the sleeping
Chris prod with his large boot.
''Hey, there, wake upI What right
you got TO be asleep at the switch?"
But Chris only breathed more heav-
lily.
Captain Magnus himself heaved q
tremendous yawn. settled back In
greater comfort against his sustain
ing tree and closed his eyes. ! waited,
counting the seconds by the beating
of the blood in my ears. In the back
ground Cookie lowered apprehensiYe-
ly. Plainly he would go on lowering
unless loud SnOreS from the pirates
gave him assurance. For myself,
sat lingering my penknife, wondering
whether / ought TO rush over and
plunge it into the sleepers' threats.
This would be heroic and practical,
but unpleasant. If, on the other hand,
/ merely tried to free the prisoners
and NCaptain Magnus woke, what
them The palm where they were tied
was a dozen yards from me, much
nearer to the guards and within range
of even their most languid glance.
Beyond the prisoners was Miss
Browne, glaring uncomprehendingly
over the edge of her book. There was
no help in Miss Browne.
left my seat and stole on feet
which seemed to stir every leaf and
twig to loud complaint toward the
captive pair. Tense, motionless, with
burning eyes, they waited. There was