Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 124, No. 2 — page 175: what you’re looking at

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TEACH: PIRATE DE LUXE. to comment, you don’t show any signs of— ‘er—torture. May one ask if Teach treated you decently?” ‘“‘ Admiral Teach ¢s a gentleman,” said Mary shortly, “‘ whatever else he may be. Of course he treated me well. I may say I came away from the Littondale of my own accord. He doesn’t know I’m here.” This time Captain Jacob Smith removed his polite hand and showed two rows of ivories in a frank grin. ‘““ Now that’s doosid lucid of you, Miss Arncliffe. However, you won’t want to stay on here, I suppose... You must come across to my cruiser; and we'll try and make you comfortable, though if we have to stay long chasing Teach in these grilling seas, you'll get as sunburnt as 1am. As we row across, perhaps you will be good enough to tell | me what you know of Teach’s plans; so that I can be after him.” “Plans! Do you think he’d tell me his plans?” Captain Smith ventured no opinion. The sea mist was growing fhicker than ever, and he was singly anxious just then to get back to his own ship and go to bed. “Well,” he said, “we may as well be jogging. - We’ve caught your parrot.’’ “Yes, isn’t it yours? It speaks English —or is it Scotch? Not Norwegian, any- way. Quartermaster, bring that bird.” Whereupon a gray Afriean parrot was _ added to the assembly and forthwith greeted. Mary with a request to “ Kiss William; sweet, sweet William,” and cocked a know- ing head on one side to note the result. U u oot Thereafter it declaimed: “1 love Gladys, kiss Agerness, tickle Fil-lorry,” and showed how it cuddled its Jane Emma with an up- raised wing. ‘“ It isn’t mine,” said Mary. “No? Then the Jao Geraes will annex it as spoils of war and adopt it as a ship’s pet. You have no idea how it got here, of course?”’ “ Flew, I suppose.” | ‘“It must have done. Clever of it to have done that and with a clipped wing, too, through this heavy mist. By the way, there was a luggage label on its leg with some sort of a message written on it. Quar- termaster, where’s that letter?” | Don’t run away too far, dear. : Edward. “YT wonder what that can mean and who it is from,” said Captain Smith. “ Who’s Edward, anyway?” “I wonder,” said Mary. She was also deciding that Captain Jacob Smith, of the Brazilian navy, was as black inside as he was out. And she had really liked the man at first! The parrot, however, insisted upon hav- ing the last word. It cleared its throat with a preliminery gabble-gabble, words which possibly were - native to its home forest on the Gambia. _ Then slowly and distinctly it announced: ‘“ Mary loves Edward. Kiss Edward, Mary.” Captain Jacob Smith, of the Brazilian navy, appeared to relish the situation most thoroughly. | “~ U u IRISH LAMENT BY KATHRINE BOLENIUS RITCHIE 7 | SEE your smile in the sunshine, Your eyes in the larkspur’s blue, Your lips in the red, ripe cherry, Your hair in the chestnut’s hue, Your grace in the flight of a swallow, Your tears iff the April rain; But God has called and you’ve answered~= J’ll never see you again. _—s_ \ 2 COUMIUC AOOLK (CO wo