Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1924-02-20
BY Charles Tenney jackson
Copyrights BY The Bobbs-Msrrill comp.D,

ar soy OuoHy UrOWS ana smiled
want to lie WI you moment. and
look at the flying tops. You will need
10 shorten sail, and I rage that I can
not spring to the tops again. Name o,
"a seaman on his back and
loose blocks clatteringl Is the
English woman gone?"
she Is well away with Monsiaur do
Almonaster."
0ooa! Now, you are Lafitte. and
not this woman's Sazarac. It is this
jean. In my shrimper's camp hack at
La Caminada there is packet in nv
sea chest. 1t tells of plunder that
Crump and De Jonville and I buried
On oozumel twenty years ago. Some
eolu' some silver and a handful of
Jewels The two others have been
dead long since; and 1 wish the stuff
for you"
can never return to Louisiana,
Johanness," said the leader gently.
"Eh? Well, that is sol" rThe OLD
man voice was breaking lower. He
turned his face to watch the white
spume arise along the weather rail
the highest glitter of 1t striking his
race. Wen, let me be, my captainl
wish to lie alone staring at the dizzy
tops. Naught but them against the
olue and the sea weathering up at me.
Now-let be, Jeanl"
Inc master put his hand back on his
breast and walked aft. The weary
group by the steersman looked oues-
tioningly up.
Let no one go near him. 1t Is his
wish. | shall roll him from the chains.
mat, TOO. is his wish. I-alone!"
And again the girl looked wonder
lngiy at him. ''What are you to them
all, Monsieur? That rough men turn
to you in this fashion, as have seen
them die-the priest, the brother and
the comrade?"
"A name" he said, and smiled; and
then would say no more
Louise had bound up De Almonaster's
sorely-wounded arm. Now they all lay
In the shelter of the after-housing. save
the lad, Clark, who had taken the
wheel. Old Dominique, Monsieur
Sazarac and Count do Almonaster with
the English woman.
The creak and haul of the gear in the
freshening wind was all the sound, and
dominique croaked his misgivings.
"A sore wild night for us all,
hearties, If 1t keeps on. And another
mystery there may be for the coffee
houses, and that is the end Of the
Seraphine and the yelling DULLES who
stole her from the Place d'Armes! 1
trust the Mayor Rouiffignac will put
flowers on my desk in the council
chamber"
They tried to smile for the sake of
MademOiselle. Now and then, with a
curious little frowning fear, she had
glanced down the raised skylight to the
cabin Of the emperor. 1t was indeed,
as if she was watching there for an APP
partition. At times she would have
asked of the ragged man she saw there
in the chair of honor with the scalp
wound that had given him something
the appearance Of one who wore a red
coronet and jauntily; but always the
| two gentlemen had courteously evaded
her.
The two gentlemen had conferred
apart, now and then; reservedly, per-
haps, but with common honesty.
"You would make the Mississippi
passes with this ship, Monsieur" in
| quired De Almonaster. "It appears
quite impossible that we should"
"What is in your mind, Monsieur?"
retorted Sazarac dryly.
"Your life again. Granting this
shorthanded vessel can be brought to
the Mississippi, there is an answer we
must make for this affair.""
'There is the answer I made to
Mademoiselle Lestron."
"True-true The younger man
shrugged. "There is, in addition. my
honor that the Seraphine yet sail on
the mission for the emperor. There
are gentlemen in New Orleans with
money in this venture. II crew could
| be shipped by any means"
Monsieur Sazarac laughed aloud. At
| the end it amused him-this pune
| tilious regard each had for honor
his own and the other mans, and each
| for The others life and future. That
was what Mademoiselle Lestron had
put upon them, this meticulous notion
to stand aside rather than overreach.
Come" he said good-humoredly. as
there a quarrel in US. Monsieur"
'In the end she will know you are
Jean Lafitte," went on De Almonaster
evenly. But it is not l who should
tell her. Is not that fairf"
81 will bow to her from the gallows
the governor will erect in the Place
d'Armes, and announce myself, If
needs be-" said Monsieur Sazarac.
"Jeani" the younger man sprang up
hotly. "This is no jestingl She loves
you!"
"a ghost-Sazarac," smiled the 9TH
err. "Ah, indeed, this is worthy of the
man who lies below in the suite of
Napoleon, babbling a glory which Is
| commended of fever and c0gnac !