She had heard and seen all, and she knew her husband, Basil the Buccaneer, as he really was.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
celeste's love,

When Basil Barton heard the shriek of Celeste ring out in the crisp air of early dawn, it seemed to pierce his heart like a knife. Hardened as he was to crime, he yet could but feci that his unfortunate young wife had been dealt a fearful blow. The woman, Lila Noel, he had met when on his return voyages to Cuba, while a slaver. She was the daughter of a Cuban fisherman, pretty and fascinating, and not knowing what his real life was, she had loved him. Alas! her fate had been that of many another unfortunate whose faith had been placed in man. Merciless alike, as he had said to men and women, he had deserted her. while she, with her love turned to undying hate, had vowed to be avenged. She had tracked him to his vessel, and yet was too late to strike the death-blow that she had intended.
Time went by, when one day, while in Trinidad with her father, she saw Basil Barton in the street. He did not see her, and she shrunk from his sight, dogged his footsteps, and find ing that he had a vessel there, she at once determined to ship on board of it.
