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B. PAUL CHAPTER XXVIII—Contineud. Apparently there was some objection umbling at this order, for Tripp etired to the back and his voice could be heard loud and angry. In a very hort space of time he evidently pre- i, for the curate walked out, and in great disorder, but un- Rew mber,” he said, aloud, as he Tripp, “I hold myself free to gainst you and your picked » deserter made no answer, but out boldly a few paces from the € Most of the sailors were thered close to the sides of the door, affording some cover from the of those within. On one side d on the other their old companion ized. Then without any more ado ommenced his speech. CHAPTER XXIxX. for some of you know mphrey Tripp of old—your officer has given me leave to speak a to you. I’m not a lawyer, and patter like his reverence, but something I want to say if Look here. At my Mates isten to me. ‘ I mustn’t say how many, for s telling—but a pretty few of the arte pluckiest, freest-handed lads ve ever clapped hands on. And in of me are, I suppose, nearly as of the good old breed—the fight- s of the Endymion. I know the jon’t I2 Wasn't I one of them elf Answer me that, old bark- Aye, and you new hands, rrant you've heard of Dick old and old Tripp. Were’nt they of hammer and tongs? Did of them ever turn tail before a hy or a Don either, or leave a in the lurch? Answer me I we Aye, too and while you're at it, tell me who was the first of the to snatch a Spanish flag from the Perhaps Havannah was afore >, though, some of you. Well, s it? Ah! you think I’m boast- it wasn’t me, but I’H tell you s ‘Twas old Dickey here, ripp close on his heels. Who captain of the Orleans at me, that’s in your time, sn't Humphrey Tripp his Dick Pennitold covering n he slipped in the blood? what did we get for our pains— is Why, we No, , and left to rot in the and as for Savage, you he got— u've seen his of you. Yes, and they to play the same tune on we hadn't slipped our cables. oo, don’t you think? And what , old sea dogs and young Are you so fond of being sworn at, and hustled, and cheated, d like schoolboys, and fed and ditch water? How 1 of your pay goes into the -purs- ket—the pay you've given your blood for? Tell me weevils and your your chance—take it or sweet little craft, ug not very far all the seas to scour. Come ads. We won't forget that Englishmen, and when we get we'll leave our mark on the still, never fear. But your be your own, and no lack of lenty to eat and drink, and sort of stuff, too. No birch no cat, but the life of a lord and ier’s death. Come on, lads!” is doubtful whether he would have on alilc he 1s talking Mr. Leife whis- lieutenant: t me have a word after he’s done. f our men has just come round le the house, and tells me »on as the fellows come from they will take them in the rear, moment we keep them is in stlethwaite nodded acquiescence, he moment Tripp ceased the cu- st forward and faced him. Word for word is only fair,” he ed, looking round at the sailors. You've heard what that man has to 10w listen to me. s two men, Pennitold and —Broad and Ruffidge, as they hemselves—have been living in cott for more than a year. y came strangers and pretended » strangers to each other. They kindly received, and Tripp, at rate, has made friends’ with al- every man, woman and child in And yet all the time the r of them have been plotting inst the lives of the very people who have given them a welcome. How many poor fellows they have done to th on this coast I don’t know, but V night they have murdered— , murdered, you villain!—three Whayre men, one an old man _ with grandchildren depending on him. And now they dare to ask you, brave, hon- est English sailors, to take their blood- stained hands. ‘Live like a lord and die like a soldier.’ I tell you, you cow- dd to finish his speech, but | sent to Cliffe and Chidley, | NEUMAN. OT 7) TEN s Ania ard, you’ve lived like,a robber and you'll die like a footpad.” Mr. Leife was usually a slow, un- ready speaker, but now he was so wrought upon that it seemed as if his very nature were changed, and his words came fast and free. Indeed, he had not finished, but the patience of the man he was denouncing gave out, and as the curate paused for a mo- ment on the word “footpad,” he took a step forward and struck the-speaker a blow with his clenched fist full on the mouth; such a blow it was that Mr. Leife went down on the ground with a heavy thud. if But he was no chicken, and in a mo- ment was on-his feet again. And he turned his head over his shoulder, smiling as well as he could—for his lips were already swelling—twards the lieutenant, and said softly, “All in our favor,” whereat the latter smiled and nodded. ‘ Then the curate pulled off his coat, and looking round at the sailors cried: “Now, men, you'll see fair play, won't you?” “Aye, aye, sir,” came from half a dozen throats, and,’as if encouraged by the sound, Mr. Leife walked up to Tripp and aimed a blow at his jaw which he parried by a chopping stroke of his right arm. After that they stood foot to foot, fighting furiously.. They were both big men, but—for their size —quick in their movements, especial- ly Tripp. There was,' however, no great room for many antics, and both men seemed in deadly earnest, raining blows upon one another till it seemed one of them must inevitably give way before long. It was obvious that Tripp was the better boxer of the two, and the curate’s face was soon bruised and battered almost past knowing. In wrestling the difference was less marked, and more than once Tripp got a heavy fall. “Hit him in the wings his legs are going,” whispered Postlethwaite, and Mr. Leife took the advice, offering his head for punishment, and giving in re- turn a tremendous drive just above the belt. It was meant to be and was a regular staggerer. Bewildered by sud- den distress, Tripp almost doubled up, let his head come forward, and imme- diately received a heavy jolt on the jaw that nearly sent him down. Cer- tain now of imminent victory, the curate pressed on, throwing caution to the winds. Indeed ,his opponent seem- ed hardly able to keep his feet, and dropped to the ground without a blow time after time. Suddenly there came an unexpected change. Thrice in suc- cession had Tripp fallen, and each time he seemed slower to rise and feebler to guard. The curate grew sick of hitting a beaten man. “That'll do, I think,” he said, put- ting down his hands as the enemy tottered back; you're a villain, but you've fought a plucky fight.” As he spoke he turned round to look for his coat. 4 He heard a sharp, warning cry from Postlethwaite, but before he could place himself in position Tripp was upon him with a spring like that of some wild beast, heavy but agile, and was planting blows upon him like the strokes of a hammer. The very first was a foul blow—in the darkness it was easy and safe to transgress—and as Mr. Leife fell back, writhing in pain and confused by the sudden fe- rocity of the attack, his adversary ran in, threw him a shattering fall, and carried away, it would seem, by his blazing passion, kicked him savagely as he lay. At this Postlethwaite sprang for- ward. “You blackguard!” he _ shouted. “There, men, you see what kind of a ruffian he is—a fine captain he to sail under. No, Leife,” he continued, for the curate had risen to his feet and was squaring up once more, dazed, but indomitable, “you sha’n’t go on fight- ing a cowardly brute like that. Down on your knees, you villain, or I’ll blow your brains out.” And he leveled his pistol. A bitter smile played over Tripp’s face. “You are very brave yourself,’ he said, “to pistol an unarmed man. Fire, then.” And with folded arms he faced the officer. There was a moment’s pause, brok- } en by a shout from above, a cry of many voices. “Here they are!” “Burn the house over their heads!” “Hang the lot of them!” .“For one second the lieutenant lift- ed his eyes. Like a flash Tripp’s long arm leapt out, snatched the pistol and dealt the holder a crashing blow on the head. Then he vanished into the | darkness. CHARTER XXX. Inside the.cellar all was confusion. The revolving door had at last been forced, and something like a dozen re- cruits from Chidtey and Cliffe were looking over each other’s shoulders down into the blackness. At the bot- tom of the steps stood Dave and Sam, each with a brace of pistols, threaten- ing to fire, but—so far—confining themselves to threats. Weasel John, his arms free, his face white but blood flecked, a dreadful fierceness in his had brought out a big barrel, an having knocked (off the head, had set it just down behind the ‘“nevvies.” Then, turning his face up towards, the opening, he screamed: © “Here, you mongrels, is powder enough to blow you all to perdition. Fire into it and see what will happen.” “Stuff and nonsense!” cried a voice from above; “it’s only dirt. He's fool- ing you.” The Weasel was just about to make a retort when Tripp burst in and seiz- ed his arm. “The game is up,” he whispered; “that lout of a curate has spoiled for us.” “Can’t we get those fellows out there inside and then blow up the lot?” he asked, eagerly. “No,” answered Tripp; “there’s just one chance left us.” Then, addressing the others, he said: “Now, lads, out with your pistols and cutlasses, and when I say the word, form up and charge down to the wa- ter; “Too late!” cried the Weasel; “here they come.” “Once more, men”—it was the lieu- tenant’s voice—‘“I call upon you to sur- render.” There was no answer, but a shot was followed from outside, followed by a groan from within. “Come on, lads,” cried Postlethwaite. The sailors cheered and ran in, with their hangers drawn. But out of the darkness, with a cry and a fierce rush, came a compact body of men, headed by Tripp, a pistol in each hand. “Fire!” he cried ,and a volley laid low three of the Endymion’s men. “Straight on down to the beach!” shouted Tripp; “a couple of minutes more and we're safe.” As he spoke a shot struck the man next to him, who dropped wth a gur- gling sob. z “So,” cried Tripp, “there goes Job Mason. Well, they’ve picked out the one we could spare best. Good-bye, Jobey, I had a sort of feeling you weren’t long for this world. Double, lads, double; never mind their pop- guns, they can’t see to shoot straight. Ah!” his voice leapt to a _ hoarse scream of triumph—‘the dogs have hoist themselves.” For a sudden boom, dull and deep, yet loud and rending, too, broke upon every ear, succeeded, after a moment’s pause, by shouts and cries and groans, and one sharp shriek of ut- most pain, dreadful to hear. Against the dark red stone of the cliff a pillar of black smoke could be seen, while ten thousand sparks gleamed for a mo- ment like a fountain of fire, then sank into darkness, At this the Endymion’s men, con- fused, scattered and leaderless—for the lieutenant was among the tempo- rarily disabled—gave up the pursuit and ran back to pick up their wounded fellows and see what help they could give to the victims of the explosion. “One more to Old Humphrey's score,” cried Tripp, exultantly; here’s their boat, lads; run her down into the water. Where’s Dick? Dick, old boy, where are you?” Half a dozen of the men seized the | Endymion’s boat and dragged her | down to the water, which was now fast receding. “Dick! Dick!” shouted Tripp. any one seen Dick?” “I thought he was with you,” said one. “When I saw him last,” said anoth- er, “he was throwing powder on the floor from the keg.” “Ah!” cried Tripp, “it was his doing, after all, then, the brave old warrior. We might have been sure of it. They’d | have had us between the two lots of them but for him, and he half dead, too. By—’ he swore a seaman’s oath —T’ll not leave him without a try. Who'll come with me? Which of you | are men?” | (To Be Continued.) “Has What She Wanted to See. “Mornin’, madam! Want any combs, brushes, hairpins or toffee?” asked the peddler, putting his hat on the floor and opening his pack. “No, sir,” said the woman, sharply, “and I don’t care for any novels, puz- zles, lampwicks, eye salve or corn plasters.” “Just so. And I suppose it’s no use to ask whether you'd like to look at a pottle of wrinkle fillin’ for the com- plexion?” “Not a bit, sir, and I know you) haven’t any book on good manners or you’d read it yourself occasionally.” “None of the people I call on would appreciate ‘em, madam. And now, if you think you have no use for the cele- brated invisible ear trumpet that you can fasten to a back window and hear all your neighbors say, or the famous long-range telescope that will bring every kitchen within half a mile of your house so close to you that you | can almost smell what the folk are) cooking, I'll be going.” “Hold on!” exclaimed the woman of | the house. “I’d very much like to see | those two articles.” | “All right, madam,” rejoined the peddier, “if I see any chap who’s got *em to sell I'll send him around. Morn- in’, madam.” And he picked up his hat, put it on his head sideways, and went down the steps whistling “Good-bye, Dolly, I Must Leave You,” while a.large, raw- boned woman stood at the door gasp- ing in inarticulate rage. Cheerful Prospect. Candidate (on arriving at Plunk- ville to fill an appointment)—Are there any evidences of campaign en- thusiasm here? Local Politician—Nothing.to speak of. The other fellows hanged you in effigy last night ,but I believe that’s about all.—Chicago Tribune. Bitter are the domestic sweets which are preserved in family jars. _ | Tidbits of News vpn Scandinavians NORGE FLAG ON GREAT LAKES. Invasion Makes American Ship Own- ers Sit Up. What is called the “Scandinavian in- vasion” has been the most striking feature of carrying trade on the great lakes in the past season. Several steamships flying the Norwegian fiag appeared early this season om the lakes for the purpose of competing for the carrying trade. They were all chartered “by an American company, which last year built ten vessels of 2,000 tons’ capacity for the express purpose of engaging in the trade which the Norwegian skippers were in search of. A person claiming to have made an investigation declares that to run these boats under this charter costs less than $100 a day, while the mini- mum cost of operating the American steamers was $135 a day. The differ- ence was largely due to the lower scale of wages paid on the foreign ships. A Norwegian master is content with a compensation of $69.50 a month, while an American captain’s salary is $200. An American first mate re- ceives°$100 each month; a Norwegian is satisfied with $31.80. Under United States navigation Jaws, while these Norwegian ships can slot be engaged in trade exclusively »yetween American ports, they may col- ‘ect cargo in the several cities on the American side of the lake sand dis- sharge on the Canadian side, or vice versa. In other words, they sail on a foreign voyage, going from one coun- try to another, and trade so cond:cted is open to any foreign vessels which a can reach the lakes and capture a share of the business. This “invasion” has brought the question of American shipping’ home to the shipowners, shipbuiiders and seamen of Ontario and Erie and Mich- igan and Superior, who have long fan- cied themselves secure against for- eign attack, while foreign ships have swept the ship owners, shipbuilders and seamen of the coasts out of Amer- ican trade on the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. A TRUE LOVER. Waits Twenty Years for the Swect- heart of His Youth and Wins. | Bergens Tidende relates a love story which for an exhibition of constancy is rare, if not without a parallel. alae years ago two young people ecame engaged. While the young man was saving for a home the lovers had a tiff and the boy put his pride and sorrow in his pocket and went to America. He could not forget his sweetheart, though his lot was cast in new scenes thousands of miles away. A correspondence resulted in another engagement and the ardent lover sail- ed again to Norway ten years after his first engagement. Another quarrel sep- arated the lovers and again the man turned his face westward and sailed across the sea. Yet the spark of love remained and again broke into flame. An exchange of letters brought the swain, now a) middle aged man, to Bergen again. This time the fickle god smiled on him, and when he for the third time sailed for America he was accompanied by the bride for whom he had waited so long. BIG PRIZES AWARDED. | Four Countries Share in Four of the | Annual Nobel Prizes. | Four of the five annual Nobel prizes | for the advancement of science and} literature have been awarded by the | Swedish academy. Lord Rayleigh, | professor of natural history at the | Royal institute, wins the prize in physics; Sir William Ramsey, profes- | sor of chemistry at University college, | London, the prize for chemistry. Prof. Payloff of St. Petersbur prize for medicine. The literary prize | has been divided between Mistral, the French poet, and Echegarry, the Span- ish dramatist. The peace prize, award- | ed by the Norwegian storthing, is not yet awarded. These honors carry with them cash gift of about $40,000. They were instituted by the will of the late Dr. | Alfred Nobel of Sweden, who accumu- | lated a vast fortune in the manufac- | ture of dynamite and other high ex-| plosives. | ay | Famous Lawyer Dead. Prof. H. L. Rydin of Upsala univer- sity died recently at Upsala at the age | of 82 years. From 1855 to 1890 he was professor in constitutional law, church jaw and common law at Upsala. His works on “Free Speech,” “The Union Between Sweden and Norway,” and “The Swedish Riksdag” attracted much attention and are still ranked as authorities. ‘The arrival of Premier Bostrom and Dr. Siguard Ibsen at Christiania has caused the Norwegian press to sus- pect that something will be done soon to continue the negotiations for a sep- arate consular system. Hr. 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