Evening star., 1924-10-23
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Star.)

It was two days later when the
ladies OF Bridgetown. the wives ana
daughters OF her planters and ner-
chants. paid their first visit OF charity
TO the wharf bringing their gifts to
the wounded seamen.
Again Peter Blood was there, min
istering to the sufferers in his care,
moving among those unfortunate
Spaniards whom no one needed. All
the charity, all the gifts were for
the members OF the crew OF the
Pride of Devon. And this Peter
Blood accounted natural enough.
But, rising suddenly from the re-
dressing Of a wound, a task in which
he had been absorbed for some
moments, he saw to his surprise that
one lady, detached from the general
throng. was placing some plantains
and a bundle Of succulent sugar cane
on the cloak that served one of his
patients for coverlet. She was ele-
gantly dressed in lavender silk and
was followed by a half-naked negro
carrying a basket.
Peter Blood, stripped OF his coat.
the sleeves OF his coarse shirt rolled
10 the elbow and holding a bloody
rag In his hand. stood at gaze a
confront him, her lips parting in n
smile OF recognition, was Arabella
Bishop.
The mans a Spaniard." said he.
in the tone of one who corrects a
ruisapprehension and also tinged
never so family by something OF the
derlsion that was in his soul.
The smile with which she had been
greeting him withered on her lips.
She frowned and stared at him "a
moment, with increasing haughtiness.
$50 I perceive. But he's a human
being none the less" said she.
The answer, and it's implied rebuke,
took him by surprise.
Your uncle, the colonel, is Of q
different opinion" said he. when he
had recovered. He regards them as
vermin to be left to languish and die
of their fostering wounds"
She caught the irony now more
plainly In his voice. She continued
to stare at him.
why do you tell me thiso"
ITO warn you that you may be in
curing the coloners displeasure. If
he had had his way, 1 should never
have been allowed to dress their
wounds"
And you thought. OF course, that
I must be Of my uncle's mind?'
There was crispness about her
voice. an ominous challenging sparkle
in her hazel eyes.
I'D not willingly be rude to lady
even In my thoughts" said he. But
that YOU should bestow gifts on them,
considering that IL your uncle came
to hear OF It - He paused
leaving the sentence unfinished. "Ah,
well-there 1t is!' he concluded
But the lady was not satisfied at
Ali.
FIRST you impute to me inhuman-
fty and then cowardice. Faith. For
a man who would not willingly be
rude to a. lady, even in his thoughts.
It's mono so bad" Her boyish laugh
trilled out, but the note OF 1t Jared
his ears this time.
He saw her now. Il seemed TO him,
for the first time and saw how he had
misjudged her.
Sure, now, how was 10 guess that
Col. Bishop could have an
angel for his niece?" said he reck-
tessly. for he was reckless as men
often are in sudden penitence.
You wouldn't, of course. I should
n't think you often guess Alright"
Having withered him with that and
her glance, she turned to her negro
and the basket that he carried. From
this she lifted now the fruits and
delicacies with which IL was laden
and piled them Ia asueh heaps upon
the beds OF tho tstx Spaniard rds that
by the time she had so served the
last OF them her basket was empty
and there was nothing left for her
own fellow -countrymen. These, in
deed. stood in no need OF her bounty