All-Story Weekly, Vol. 112, No. 1 — page 87: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

TEACH: PIRATE DE LUXE. dare say we'll make an efficient job of it with the hangman’s knot all the same.” ‘“ Captain Teach?” ‘“‘ Admiral Teach, as I’ve just told you, please.” Miss Arncliffe stamped well-shaped toes on the sand. ‘“ Admiral, then. Well, I never asked you a favor before, and never shall again. unhanged I’ll—you may—well, you’ve tried to call me by my Christian name a lot of times, and I’ve not let you. Now, will that do?” ‘“‘T don’t quite see what you're driving at.” ‘‘T mean you may call me Mary if you want to, when you’ve let him go.” ‘“‘ Then you are fond of the fellow after a fashion.”’ ‘““ He’s a beast, and I hate him. But I’ve punished him quite enough, and I’m a sportsman if you are not. I suppose he’s swindled you at cards, and you’re after him for that?’’ The pirate’s smile was an ugly one. ‘“T’ve a strong mind to shake you. nobody ever said I wasn’t a sportsman. Your man doesn’t hang. We'll leave him on your blessed Maryland to eat gulls’ eggs, or fly away, or drown himself, ex- actly as he pleases. “As my _ excellent great-grandfather would have said, we’ll maroon him. And apropos of that, my dear, I want to take U Le] But if you let that beast go . But TT you across to the other cay over there to leeward and show you the very desirable dugout my venerable relative had con- structed for himself and Mrs. Blackbeard. You needn’t fear there are any horrors. I’ve tidied it all up.”’ “But I can’t go away with you,” the girl gasped. ‘““T don’t see what other choice you have,” said the pirate grimly. ‘ And ‘ once aboard the lugger,’ you remember? Mary, don’t be foolish. You have been about quite enough to know when a man’s madly in love with you. And this man’s not a nobody now. “All the world is humming with his name. He’s admiral commanding the Irish Republican Navy. And he’s made Ogden Brearley lend the republic two million dollars, free of interest. Think of the delicious mess that lands the English and American politicians into! Just worry it out for’ yourself. “It’s mighty few people who dare to call me a pirate now. I’m a _ high-minded patriot. They made Morgan, who went pirating, with great-grandfather Black- beard, a knight. “Pooh! What’s a knighthood these days? I'll have an earldom, Mary dear, before I’m through with it, and you shall be my countess. Come on now, and I'll show you now what the story books call the pirate’s lair.” Le] — U BOBBY THINKS THINGS OVER BY MARGARET G. HAYS DONT like all these newfangled rules, Mus’ think all us kids is dum fools— Can’t have no fireworks, Fourth o’ July; Jus’ baby p’rades—an’ speeches—M y/ My dad an’ uncles act real queer, Since they can’t have their glass o’ beer— Whichever way you turn you see Some new reg’lation, seems to me. ‘“‘ Safe an’ sane Fourth ’—no crackers—gee! An’ they call this the Land an’ the Home ov the Free! comiclboolk C©