. Kate Bonnet; the romance of a pirate's daughter. writer,Martin Newcombe, as a neighbour and friend ofthe family, had been called in to take temporarycharge of her effects, and, having done so, hehastened to inform Mr. Delaplaine of his pro-ceedings and to ask advice. This letter he nowread aloud, and Kate and the others were greatlyinterested therein, although they cautiously for-bore the expression of any opinion which mightrise in their minds regarding this turn of affairs. Having finished these business details, went on and read aloud, and in thesucceeding portion of the let
. Kate Bonnet; the romance of a pirate's daughter. writer,Martin Newcombe, as a neighbour and friend ofthe family, had been called in to take temporarycharge of her effects, and, having done so, hehastened to inform Mr. Delaplaine of his pro-ceedings and to ask advice. This letter he nowread aloud, and Kate and the others were greatlyinterested therein, although they cautiously for-bore the expression of any opinion which mightrise in their minds regarding this turn of affairs. Having finished these business details, went on and read aloud, and in thesucceeding portion of the letter Mr. Newcombebegged Mr. Delaplaine to believe that it was thehardest duty of his whole life to write what hewas now obliged to write, but that he knew hemust do it, and therefore would not hesitate. Atthis the reader looked at his niece and stopped. Go on, cried Kate, her face a little flushed, go on! The face of Mr. Delaplaine was pale, and fora moment he hesitated, then, with a sudden jerk,he nerved himself to the effort and read on; he 402. o o AGAIN DICKOEY WAS THERE had seen enough to make him understand thatthe duty before him was to read on. Briefly and tersely, but with tears in the veryink, so sad were the words, the writer assuredMr. Delaplaine that his love for his niece hadbeen, and was, the overpowering impulse of hislife; that to win this love he had dared every-thing, he had hoped for everything, he had beenwilling to pass by and overlook everything, butthat now, and it tore his heart to write it, hisevil fortune had been too much for him; he coulddo anything for the sake of his love that a manwith respect for himself could do, but there wasone thing at which he must stop, at which hemust bow his head and submit to his fate—hecould not marry the daughter of an executedfelon. Thus came to that little family group thenews of the pirate Bonnets death. There wasmore of the letter, but Mr. Delaplaine did notread it. Kate did not scream, nor moan, nor faint, butsh
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