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Search Alcohol Rehab Options
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Tue Aug 23 13:43:56 2016
Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2016 13:36:41 -0400
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<p>Search Alcohol Rehab Options<br /> A man came slowly over the old sto=
ne bridge, and averting his gaze from the dark river with its silent craft,=
looked with some satisfaction toward the feeble lights of the small town o=
n the other side. He walked with the painful, forced step of one who has al=
ready trudged far. His worsted hose, where they were not darned, were in ho=
les, and his coat and knee-breeches were rusty with much wear, but he strai=
ghtened himself as he reached the end of the bridge and stepped out bravely=
to the taverns which stood in a row facing the quay. He passed the "Q=
ueen Anne"--a mere beershop--without pausing, and after a glance apiec=
e at the "Royal George" and the "Trusty Anchor," kept o=
n his way to where the "Golden Key" hung out a gilded emblem. It =
was the best house in Riverstone, and patronized by the gentry, but he adju=
sted his faded coat, and with a swaggering air entered and walked boldly in=
to the coffee-room. The room was empty, but a bright fire afforded a pleasa=
nt change to the chill October air outside. He drew up a chair, and placing=
his feet on the fender, exposed his tattered soles to the blaze, as a wait=
er who had just seen him enter the room came and stood aggressively inside =
the door. "Brandy and water," said the stranger; "hot."=
"The coffee-room is for gentlemen staying in the house," said th=
e waiter. The stranger took his feet from the fender, and rising slowly, wa=
lked toward him. He was a short man and thin, but there was something so me=
nacing in his attitude, and something so fearsome in his stony brown eyes, =
that the other, despite his disgust for ill-dressed people, moved back unea=
sily. "Brandy and water, hot," repeated the stranger; "and p=
lenty of it. D'ye hear?" The man turned slowly to depart. "Stop!&=
quot; said the other, imperiously. "What's the name of the landlord he=
re?" "Mullet," said the fellow, sulkily. "Send him to m=
e," said the other, resuming his seat; "and hark you, my friend, =
more civility, or 'twill be the worse for you." He stirred the log on =
the fire with his foot until a shower of sparks whirled up the chimney. The=
door opened, and the landlord, with the waiter behind him, entered the roo=
m, but he still gazed placidly at the glowing embers. "What do you wan=
t?" demanded the landlord, in a deep voice. The stranger turned a litt=
le weazened yellow face and grinned at him familiarly. "Send that fat =
rascal of yours away," he said, slowly. The landlord started at his vo=
ice and eyed him closely; then he signed to the man to withdraw, and closin=
g the door behind him, stood silently watching his visitor. "You didn'=
t expect to see me, Rogers," said the latter. "My name's Mullet,&=
quot; said the other, sternly. "What do you want?" "Oh, Mull=
et?" said the other, in surprise. "I'm afraid I've made a mistake=
, then. I thought you were my old shipmate, Captain Rogers. It's a foolish =
mistake of mine, as I've no doubt Rogers was hanged years ago. You never ha=
d a brother named Rogers, did you?" "I say again, what do you wan=
t?" demanded the other, advancing upon him. "Since you're so good=
," said the other. "I want new clothes, food, and lodging of the =
best, and my pockets filled with money." "You had better go and l=
ook for all those things, then," said Mullet. "You won't find the=
m here." "Ay!" said the other, rising. "Well, well--The=
re was a hundred guineas on the head of my old shipmate Rogers some fifteen=
years ago. I'll see whether it has been earned yet." "If I gave =
you a hundred guineas," said the innkeeper, repressing his passion by =
a mighty effort, "you would not be satisfied." "Reads like a=
book," said the stranger, in tones of pretended delight. "What a=
man it is!" He fell back as he spoke, and thrusting his hand into his=
pocket, drew forth a long pistol as the innkeeper, a man of huge frame, ed=
ged toward him. "Keep your distance," he said, in a sharp, quick =
voice. The innkeeper, in no wise disturbed at the pistol, turned away calml=
y, and ringing the bell, ordered some spirits. Then taking a chair, he moti=
oned to the other to do the same, and they sat in silence until the staring=
waiter had left the room again. The stranger raised his glass. "My ol=
d friend Captain Rogers," he said, solemnly, "and may he never ge=
t his deserts!" "From what jail have you come?" inquired Mul=
let, sternly. "'Pon my soul," said the other, "I have been i=
n so many--looking for Captain Rogers--that I almost forget the last, but I=
have just tramped from London, two hundred and eighty odd miles, for the p=
leasure of seeing your damned ugly figure-head again; and now I've found it=
, I'm going to stay. Give me some money." The innkeeper, without a wor=
d, drew a little gold and silver from his pocket, and placing it on the tab=
le, pushed it toward him. "Enough to go on with," said the other,=
pocketing it; "in future it is halves. D'ye hear me? Halves! And I'll=
stay here and see I get it." He sat back in his chair, and meeting th=
e other's hatred with a gaze as steady as his own, replaced his pistol. &qu=
ot;A nice snug harbor after our many voyages," he continued. "Shi=
pmates we were, shipmates we'll be; while Nick Gunn is alive you shall neve=
r want for company. Lord! Do you remember the Dutch brig, and the fat frigh=
tened mate?" "I have forgotten it," said the other, still ey=
eing him steadfastly. "I have forgotten many things. For fifteen years=
I have lived a decent, honest life. Pray God for your own sinful soul, tha=
t the devil in me does not wake again." "Fifteen years is a long =
nap," said Gunn, carelessly; "what a godsend it 'll be for you to=
have me by you to remind you of old times! Why, you're looking smug, man; =
the honest innkeeper to the life! Gad! who's the girl?" =
[Illustration: GUNN PLACED A HAND, WHICH LACKED TWO FINGERS ON HIS BREAST AND BOWED AGAIN=
] He rose and made a clumsy bow as a girl of eighteen, after a moment's he=
sitation at the door, crossed over to the innkeeper. "I'm busy, my dea=
r," said the latter, somewhat sternly. "Our business," said =
Gunn, with another bow, "is finished. Is this your daughter, Rog-- Mul=
let?" "My stepdaughter," was the reply. Gunn placed a hand, =
which lacked two fingers, on his breast, and bowed again. "One of your=
father's oldest friends," he said smoothly; "and fallen on evil =
days; I'm sure your gentle heart will be pleased to hear that your good fat=
her has requested me--for a time--to make his house my home." "An=
y friend of my father's is welcome to me, sir," said the girl, coldly.=
She looked from the innkeeper to his odd-looking guest, and conscious of s=
omething strained in the air, gave him a little bow and quitted the room.</=
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