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yi SE oa er Ay mena that something might turn upin his favor. Sace Re eee = a ls SG tena vif) TNE BLUE CLIPPER. person was within hearing, answered in his natural yaice, at the same time holding up his finger to caution the prisuner.. “Ay, ay, Captain Wand.” Wand started. “T know that voice,” he said, in a whisper. “ Ay, captuin, it is me—Be nd,” answered the Cape Cod man, now drawing back, so that from his position, Wand might obtain a good view of him. At that moment, approaching steps were heard. Wand gave Bend a significant look, and at once removed Lis face from the opening. . The next moment Captain Watson appeared. * Wand!” he exclaimed, loud enongh for the young man to. hear him, “ your blue clipper has again hove in sight, and as there isa frigate to windward of her, she can not escape us except by running upon the rocks of the coast.” “T expected this,” the young man answered. “ Ay, I om’ peeted it.” “A court-martial will then be held, sir, and you will pro- bably he sentenced to be hung at the yard-arm r” As this announcement passed the lips of Watson, Mary Clare, who, seated in her room, was a victim to the most poignant anguish at her lover's capture, neard those dreadful words. She had seen the young man brought aboard on that night | when, in his skiff, he had endeavored vainly, as the sequel — - shows, to escape Watson’s long-boat. By the glare of the ship’s lanterns, the lovers had recognized each other. Mr. Clare, also on deck, had approached the prisoner, as he was being led below. 4 “Unfortunate young man,” he had said, noticing the sad, . pale countenance of Wanii—” I am very sorry—very, to see you in this plight; the more so, as your treachery will evidently be punished with a hasty, ignominious death.” -& Mary Clare had tottered toward her lover, and fallen down — in a swoon, partly from joyous surprise at seeing him alive, — mingled with the painful reaction of feeling at the thought y: oS : the gloomy fate before him. re She had, however, indulged faint hopes of ‘his escapee " ae | ry Md 2 ols One “an oe i > Paes a ae “ eee