Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1923-12-26
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he was seized and thrown from tho
deck. La Barre sprang to the
shrouds with warning cry to the
servants, put he, too, was propelled
on. And with yells and laughter the
Baratarians rushed upon the retreat
ing guests of the Napoleon ship.
Overpowered borne back, the strug-
Cling gallants fought, but one by one
the brawny hunters and fishermen of
the chenieres threw them from rail
and deck. Tables were overturned, the
awning poles broken, lanterns flared
up Smokily; and over the battle the
one-tlme commander of the black Pc
trai watched calmly. The pressure
brought De Almonaster almost against
| him.
Jean" he whispered; "you dared,
| thenW
But a hand clutched frantically at
Raours sleeve. De La Vergne was
horne past in the embrace of two
lusty fellows. "a moi !" cried the
youth. "Raoul, we are attacked"
Nom de Dieu!" muttered Raoul.
"Nez Coupe, do not injure himl"
"Over with him!''
There was splash in the batture
mud. The ship was swinging wide in
the river flood. Jarvis came Keeling
aft, staring back at his late fellow
guests and bon-vivants. Already ahead
came the snap of loosened jib. Jo-
| harness, the bo'sun, was shouting or
ders to fellows who were manning the
fore-rigging. At the wheel stood Be
luche, one-time admiral of Cartagena,
| looking up to the break of the canvas.
And even as De Almonaster gasped to
see how swiftly the plotters had
worked, each to an appointed station,
the last of the youth and chivalry Of La
| Nouvelle Orleans went over the side
to the levee mud.
Save one. Jarvis, the wit. had
seized his hand-painted Jolly Roger
and shook 1t toward the city. Then
hewilderedly he looked again at La
| fitte
Jean! What is this jest!"
Next time you seek to amuse the
gentry of New Orleans" cried johann
ness, do not allow Gorgio to choose
your playersG
Jarvis approached the master Of the
| Seraphine.
ut might be of interest, Monsieur
Sazarac, why l am heres why my fat
friend, Dominique, is hereT
"My good Jarvis, I wish you were
ashore-you and the councillor at least.
This is a serious venture, sir. We are
to the rescue Of the English lady,"
The painter stared at him: 'Why, I
| thought she-you-she did not fee
with you after all2 1 may see her
AGAIN." ln"
"It lies with the winds of chance.
You are set on mad venture, sir"
Jarvis poured him more drink I'M
steadily. His captain stood frowning
at the long tables on the banquet deck.
Already along them wild spirits of
of the crew were cracking bottles and
making merry over the disordered
feast which had been spread for the
gentlemen-adventur of New Or
leans. The older men were working
the ship safely in the broad reaches
of the river on a following wind, but
the others hardly gave way before the
under-officers.
"Eh. we'll! !" bawled the towns Jester
suddenly. "Ho. "slimy gallants. Ho,
drenched blades o. the opera to
morrow, to celebrate the sailing Of the
Napoleon shiI there Will be such a
scrubbing and hanging forth of furbe-
lows and ribbons as will keep the
house mammies busted for a week
Who Is in the mud, now-John Jarvis?
Mo I amin vous CONNIE cochon-!'
But after the laughter that followed
him the author Of 1t went aside to
stare ahead into the dark. De Almon-
aster found him so, his pallor height
ened, his cheeks twitching The mimic
seemed shaken with a fear as he
watched the bloom of shadowy sail
drawing him on to unknown venture.
st am to see her, Monsieur-and she
me?" he said plaintively.
monsieur Sazarac will rescue her
by force If needs be, john"
The other nodded slowly: "Yes-
Sazarac, always-Sazarac. All, name
o. Ed:-to play one hour To be
the poseur-to have the lovers ges-
ture, the pretty speech; and to tell
men: Go there Come re!-with
q mere glance that they obeyl Think
of It'll A Sazarac Come. Mon
sieur, the cognac. 1t is the refuge,
the adventure-and the dream. In
the bottle l am Lord Sazarac-I swag-
ger, l rescue-I love-" He twitched
his friends sleeve dolefully: "She
must never see me am the
ragged ghost out in the shadows, Mon
sieur-where her eyes cannot follow.
He turned away, the sardonic mood
quite shaken from hlm. "Below-the
emper0-'S chair, for Sazarac. The
lady will come-for Sazarac. Sazarac
who does not exist save in her
dreams! Why shonld not
| plav Sazarac for her? What right