6 fROB^RT TAUT I. THE OLD BUCCANEER. CHAPTER I. THE OLD SEA-DOG AT THE ADMIRAL BENBOW. Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole par ticulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping noth ing back but the bearings of the island, aoid that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up ray pen in the year of grace 17 —, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow Inn, and the brown old seaman, with the saber cut, first took up his lodgings under our roof. I remember him as if it was yester day, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea chest following behind him in a hand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pig tail falling over the shoulders of his Boiled blue coat; his hands ragged and 6carred, with black, broken nails, and the saber cut across one cheak, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to him self as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea song that he sung so often afterward: "fifteen men on the dead man's chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" In the high, old totteriug voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste, and still looking about him at the cliffs jand up at our signboard. "This is a handy cove," says he, at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?" My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity. "Well, then," said he,"this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the bar irow; "bring up alongside and help up tmy chest. T'll stay here a bit," he con tinued. ®'l'm a plain man; rum and Bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what youTe at—there;" and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up th&heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and th« terror he lived in must have greatly "hastened his early anAunhappy death. All the time he lived with us the cap tain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance When it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. lie never wrote or re ceived a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbors, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open. lie was only once crossed, and that was toward the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one after noon to see the patient, took a bit of d»nn<»r from my mother, and went into the parlor to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the ham let, for we had no stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in, and I re member observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow, and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and, above all. with that filthy, heavy, bleared scare crow of a pirate of ours, sitting far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Sud denly he—the captain, that is—began to pipe up his eternal song: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest— Yo-ho-ho. and a bottle of rum!" At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any par ticular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed that it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he hooked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for rheumatics. In the meantime the cap tain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean—-silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before, speaking clear and kind, and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for awhile, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath; "Silence, there between decks!" "Were you addressing me, sir?" says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that thia CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 23, 1898. was so, "1 have only one thing to say to you, sir," replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum the world will soou be quit of a very dirty scoun drel!" The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprung to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp knife, and, balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threat ened to pin the doctor to the wall. The doctor never so much as moved, ne spoke to him, as before, over his shoulder, and in the same tone of voice; rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady: "If you don't put that knife this in stant into your pocket, I promise, upon my honor, you shall hang at the next assizes." Then followed a battle of looks be tween them; but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling likeabeat en dog. "And now, sir," continued the doctor, "since I know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye on you day and night. I'm not a doctor, onlj-; I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like to-night, I'll take effectual means to have j'ou hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice." Soon after Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door, and he rode away; but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come. CHAPTER 11. BLACK DOG APPEARS AND DISAP PEARS. It was not long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his af fairs. It was a bitter, cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that rny poor father was little likely to see the spring. lie sunk daily and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands, aud were kept busy enough without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest. It was one January morning, very early—a pinohing, frosty morning— the cove all gray with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low, and only touching the hill tops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual, and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hang ing like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him, as he turned the big rock, was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr. Live sey. Well, mother was upstairs with fa ther; and I was laying the breakfast Ha would loo* In at him through the curtained door. table against the captain's return, when the parlor door opened, and a man stepped in ore whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tal lowy creature, wanting two fingers on the left hand; and, though he wore, a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eyes open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. lie was not sailorly, and yet he hnd a smack of the sea about him, too. I asked him what was for his service, and he said he would take rum; but as I was going out of the room to fetch it he sat down upon a table and motioned to me to draw near. I paused where I was with my napkin in my hand. "Come here, sonny," says he. "Come nearer here." I took a step nearer. "Is this here table for my mate Bill?" he asked, with a kind of leer. I told him I did not know his mate Bill; and this was for a person who stayed in our house, whom we called the captain. "Well," said he, "my mate Bill would be called the captain, as like as not. He has a cut on one cheek, and a mighty pleasant way with him, particularly in drink, has my mate Bill. We'll put it, for argument like, that your captain has a cut on one cheek—and we'll put it, if you like, that that cheek's the right one. Ah, well! I told you. Now, is my mate Bill in thla here house?" I told him he was out walking. "Which way, sonny? Which way is he gone?" And when I had pointed out the rock and told him how the captain was like ly to return, and how soon, and an swered a few other questions, "Ah," said he, "this'll lie as good as drink to my mate Bill." The expression of bia face as he said these words wa« not at «J1 pleasant. and I had my own reasons for think ing that the stranger was mintaken, even supposing he meant what he «aid But it was no affair of mine, I thought; and, besides, it was difficult to know what to do. The stranger kept hang ing about just inside the inner door, peering around the corner like a cat waitingforamouse. Oncel stepped out myself into the road, but he immediate ly called me back, and, as 1 did not obey quick enough for his fancy, a most hor rible change came over his tallowy face, and he ordered me in, with au oath that made me jump. As soon as I was back again he re turned to his former manner, hall fawning, half sneering, patted me on the shoulder, told me 1 was a good boy, and he had taken quite a fancy to me. "1 have a son of my own," said he, "as like you as two blocks, and he's all the pride of my 'art. But the great thing for bo 3's is discipline, sonny—discip line. Now, if you had sailed along of Bill, you wouldn't have stood there to be spoke to twice —not you. That was neter Bill's way, nor the way of sueh as sailed with him. And here, sure enough, is my mate Bill, with a spy glass under his arm, bless his old 'art, to be sure. You and me'll just go back into the parlor, sonny, and get behind the door, and we'll give Bill a little sur prise—bless his 'art, I say again." So saying the stranger backed alone; with me into the parlor, and put me be hind him in the corner, so that we were both hidden by the open door. I was very uneasy and alarmed, as you may fancy, and it rather added to my fears to observe that the stranger was cer tainly frightened himself. He cleared the hilt of his cutlass and loosened the blade in the sheath; and all the time we were kept waiting there he kept swallowing as if he felt what we used to call a lump in the throat. [TO BE CONTINUED.] THE CANNY SCOT. Some Eiamiiln of Ill» Ihcodilobi Humor. On his first visit to Aberdeen an Eng lish commercial traveler, having re ceived some marks of kindness from one of its inhabitants, exclaimed, in an offhand way, on his departure: "If at any time you or any of your people come up to London, don't put up at a hotel, but come to us." "Oh, thank ye!" replied the Scot, la conically, and away the southron went. Six months passed, and the English man had long forgotten the incident, when, to his surprise, he received one morning the following note; "My Dear Friend: As myself, my wife and four children are coming up to Lon don for a fortnight, we will be glad to avail ourselves of your kind invitation." Facing the situation with unquestion able courage, the southerner put him self to unutterable inconvenience to ac commodate his guests. He took them everywhere, paid for everything, and, at the end of the stipulated time, they announced their departure. The host accompanied them to the station, and in the fullness of his gratitude at the ex odus, invited the father to have a part ing drink. "Come along, old fellow! What is It to be? Whisky and soda, as usual? Two Scotches and soda, please, miss!" i "Na, na!" replied the Scot, solemnly, "nane o' that! Ye've been vera gnid to me and mine durin' the last fortnicht —hae ta'en us everywhere and paid for everything! Na, na! We'll hae a toss for the last!" Worry. Don't worry. Don't worry about something that you think may happen tu-morrwv, because you may d'ie to night, and to-morrow will find you. be yond the reach of worry. Don't worry i over a iliLng that happened yesterday, because yesterday is a hundred years away. If you don't believe it, just try • to reach. aft»r it and bring it back. Doni't worry about anything that is happening to-day, because to-day will last 15 or 20 minutes. Don't worry about things you can't help, because worry only makes them worse.. Don't worry about things you can help, be cause then there's no need to worry. Don't worry at all. If you want to be penitent now and then it won't hurt you a bit togo into the .sackcloth and ashes business a little. It. will doiyou good. But worry, worry, fret, fret, fret —why, there's neither sorrow, peni tence, strength, penance, reformation, hopes nor resolution' in it. It's merely worry.—Edinburgh Scotsman'. Powdered Crab fix a Medicine. A Kussian journal that has recently come under our notice calls attention to the fact that for some 20 years past the inhabitants of a malarial locality in the government of Kharkov have used powdered crabs witji great success in of fevers. The powder is pre pared iu the following way: Live crabs are poured over with ordinary whisky until they get asleep; they are then put on a bread pan inia hot oven, thorough ly dried and pulverized', and the powder passed through a fine sieve. One doee, a teaspooniful, is generally sufticienit to cure the intermittent fever; In very ob stinate cases a second dose is required. Each dose Is invariably preceded by a gliass of aloe brandy osia purgative. The powder is used in tihat locality in pref erence to quinine. So says the journal. We will not vouch for it.—X. Y. Ledger. Twentieth Century Love Scene. Suitor—"Ah, dearest Irina, what ec stasy lies in this sweet passion of love which makes the heart 11 utter anil the pulse beat faster." Irma (recent; grad uate of a medical school, seizing his hand) —"Ha, villain! You are deceiv ing me! Your pulse is quite normal— only 72. Begone!—Fliegend/ Blatter. How Alexander Treated III» Wive*. Alexander the Great had a large num ber of wives, and wns accustomed to re duce them to obedience by using the flat of his sword as a corrective.—Chi oago later Ocean. PEOPLE-IN-LAW. Neeennary Ktlli Tliut Must He Kuhnilttec to iu Kv«ry Wrll-Itegulateil Family. People-in-lavv are necessary evils. Ii people will marry they must submit tc the infliction of a number of new rela> tions. Sometimes this infliction is bit ter, sometimes sweet and sometimes it has very little taste, but generally it has a taste. When a man and a woman join hands at the altar they contract an alliance not only with each other, but, in an in direct way. perhaps, with their respec tive families. Many do not attach much importance to this fact, but it it a fact, nevertheless, that no amount ui sophistry can explain away. A young woman has promised to marry the man who appears toiler pos sessed of all the attributes that make up a manly man. She lias long ago made up her mind, how ever, that John's sisters are "loud" and his mother "impossible;'' she won ders how such people can have a sou and brother like "dear John," and after marriage she intends keeping them at a distance. The wedding day arrives, and she hears John's mother call her "daugh ter," but to her ears it does not imply much; is only one of the forms to be gone through on that happy day. Then comes the honeymoon time, and for two whole weeks the bride has John all to herself. No thoughts of his relations obtrude themselves on that blissful time. When the couple returns to town to take up their abode in the cozy home that "dear John" has prepared, Mrs. John finds herself greeted by In r mother-in-law and sisters-in-law, as well as by her own mother and (juiet school-girl sister. Tlie two latter, how ever, are quite overshadowed by John's relations, and Mrs. John resents the fact iu her heart. As the days go by she discovers that her people-in-law show no disposition entirely to relinquish John's society because he has married a wife, lie is still the son and brother, although he has become a husband, and the first frown that she remembers to have seen on his brow is caused by a petu lant remark of hers that she wishes his sister Flora would stop somewhere else than with them, while her own home is shut up during the temporary absence of the rest of the family.—Alan Cameron, in Lippincott's. WOMEN IN BUSINESS. From the Free Press, Detroit, Mich. A prominent business man recently es> pressed the opinion that there is one thina that will prevent women from completely filling man's place in the business world—* they can't be depended upon because they are sick too often. This is refuted by Mrs, C. W. Mansfield, a husiness woman of 53 Farrar St., Detroit, Mich., who says: "A complication of female ailments kepi me awake nights and wore me out. I coulij get no relief from medicine and hope wa4 slipping away from me. A young lady in my employ gave me a box of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. I took them and was able to rest at night for the firsj time in months. I bought more and took them and they cured ine as they also cureci several other people to mv knowledge. j think that if you should ask any of the drug. fists of Detroit who are the best buyers o| )r. Williams' Pink Pills they would say th< young women. These pills certainly builq up tne nervous system and many a young woman owes her life to them. "As a business woman I am pleased t« reco m - . mend them, 5 as they did ySfct more for - ""][ \ M me than any j il physician, ~ ~~\?T- ~ a and I can Williams' j /"-~I for Pale • 1* op I e yl] general dis- Suddenly Prostrated. covery of modern times has done so much to enable women to take their proper place in life by safeguarding their health as l)r. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale l'eople. Act ing directly on the blood and nerves, in vigorating the body, regulating the func tions, they restore the strength and health to the exhausted woman when every effort of the physician proves unavailing. For the growing girl they are of the great est benefit, for the mother indispensable, for every woman invaluable. For paralysis, locomotor ataxia, and other diseases long supposed incurable, these pills have proved their efficacy in thousands of cases. HER EXPLANATION. She Told Him lloiv lie Would Make Her und Mamma and Aunty Ifnppier. There are incidents of real life which con stantly prove that truth is often more amus ing as well as more strange than fiction. A sweet, gentle-voiced girl—one from whose disposition sarcasm is as far as frost from an active volcano —won the affections of a young man. It was an unintentional con quest on her part, but none the less com plete. He propounded the old question and she demurred. He bided his time and again proffered his suit. She again delayed an an swer. But the third time she received his question first with silence and then with as sent. "And you will be mine?" he asked. "Yes. "It seems too good to he true. When shall the wedding take place?" "I—l don't know." "There is no use in putting it off." "No," she answered; "I think not." "Say a week from to-day?" "Very well." "I knew that you would realize that yon ran be happier with me than without me," He suggested, a little triumphantly. "Yes," she answered. "I do realize it now. You see, since Uncle Boh went away, mamma ami aunty and T have been quite (lone. We all talked it over and agreed ■ hat it would he ever so much safer to have a man in the house at nights."—Wash ington Star. A War Map at Home. "Say, I've been living quite a spell," Said Mr. Nobbleton, "but here is some thing quite new to me—a war map pinned on the wall in the dining-room at home, where it can always be found, and where all can look at it convenient ly at once. Mrs. Nobbleton put it there. She's absorbingly interested in the war, as all women are, and when I say some thing about the situation of the Span ish fleet in the West Indies she walks up to this map on the wall and wants it illustrated and made cleat by that.'' —N. Y. Sun. SSOO Reward Tbe above Reward wfll W paid hr fa* fcrmatios that will lead to tbe amrt mam eoarietioa of tb« party or parties fk« •laoad iroa and ilaba oa (he track mt tU Emporium k Rick VaHey R R., >Mf| tbe east Una of Franklin Honaleir's m the evening of NOT. 21«t, 1861. HSKBT ADO.T®, 88-tf. jhr—tdm*. FINE LIQUOR SIORB EMPORIUM, PA. THE anderslfned bee opened * iii> olaaa liquor etore, and Ib7l tee toe trade of Ho tela, RtstMrsota, tm We ahall carry none bat fttbutAMW lean and Imported WHISKIES, BRANDIES. GINS AND WINES, BOTTLED ALE, CHAMPAQUE, EU. CkdMUm»mt Bottled Goods. rADDTTTEV to my terv* ITE* EFWEAAEILMF Mutull; la stock a fall Ua« of CIGARS AND TOBACCO. SVPoo! aad BflMaad Iwm ta CALL AMD RXK MB. A., A. 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