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CHAPTER XIV. FIRE ! Ow the morning after Nettie, as described, had been acci- dentally shot by Watson, Captain Malo, with half a dozen men, entered the cave. At sight of his child, lying dead before him, on the rocky ___ floor of the eavern, the smuggler gave way to sincere demon- strations of gricf. --—s«seartless as the man had always been, he had loved his daughter deeply. Proud of her dark beauty, he had spent hundreds of dollars that she might have the means of deck- © ing her person in such attire as would set off her charms. -__ It was in fact partly for her sake that he had entered into his lawless but profitable calling, hoping in lime to retire with @ large fortune, and live like a gentleman, as he expressed it, _ with Nettie to grace his mansion. __* Now his fondest hopes were dashed to the ground. He bowed his head upon his breast, and sobbed alow‘. , = “Avenge her! avenge her!” said a voice behind him, ial “ Hush f” said the captain, sternly. ss “ Ay, T understand,” moaned Boker, “for the sake of bay- ing that fellow to—” Again Malo checked him; then he stooped and kissed his - A moment later she was borne from the cavern. ss At night, two days after, a grave was dug beneath a tall ‘palmetto tree, and there the remains of Nettie, inclosed ina sy. ae handsome coffin, which Malo had had made by one of his ___ ship’s carpenters, was buried. 4 Sadly the captain turned away from the spot, as the last shovelful of earth was thrown upon the grave. All was still around, except the hooting of .a solitary night- ‘bird in the branches of the palmetto. Soon, however, a crippled form, supported by a stick, limped to the grave. CONMIClOOKS.COM) Pt