The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1870-10-20
PART I-TREAsURE TROVE.
CHAPTER l.
THE ENDING OF THE TREASURE.

CHAPTER /.
THE IiNDNG OF THE TREASURE.
On fresh summer m 7raing, before breakfast hour
at the country house where he visiting a young
man put out in small row-boat the bosom OF
New York Bay, Just then ripping and dimp at the
rosy touch OF dawn.
Oliver Greg artist by profession fine look
ing personal---very. Ave. perhap.-with dark restless
eyes, a broad forehead. and DIRK. sw.rthv skin. Al
this present moment his mood one of ERGO dis
content BEING artist BE poor-bei-s peer
he coald MT have what hs wanted. Wha. he desired
most on earth the heart aud land of Camilla
Caherwooa, sister of his friend George Oathsrwood
at whose frthor'. houss hs staying having been
invited to .psnd portion of the summer at '"The
Popla " Ia take his and sketch the beautiful
scenery OF tao bay He had accepted his hospitality
even while 70 felt hu inflated by it-noS much to
escape his gaet TO bask in ths dangerous joy of
Camilla. prsseece This morning be out to
sketch. but ~ only dreamed of her, until half wild
at the thoughts ct his poverty.
Urged By this discontinued mood he fell to rowing
visoroos for relief, iuoing hi close in to the
high shores o. 4 certain isl, nd, and asar familiar
spot to which George and himself frequently cane.
In thu fass Of tbs rocky bluff there
cave. A very small cave, which the fishermen and
other common p.ople dubbed h ole. 1t may have
been larger once but at this time it filed. ps,ry
10 the mouth with deep sea sand In high water it
wac covered entirely by the waves But at low tide
sm,li boat corld push its in; and IS it afforded
a cool shelter from tho sun, tbs two friends
often cast snchor there for hour 3d. while they
ate tn gir luncheou. skstchsd The opposite hills
The tide hsn, at its EXTREMIST ebb, left the farther
end OF tho sant cavern quito bare and day. 1t
the fret time that the visitor fornd it He
h ns of runnia his boat aground and getting
out, although there seemed TO be nothing more in
tsresi-g thar camsheils strewn about when Sudden
y, something spa ed the level sunray. His eyes
were drawn to the glinmerng point. What WAS it
lie looked agA more eaInestl' ltwas the esd CT
brass-oound wooden chest. protrudpg from the sand
The slittering Of brass all had drawn his atten
to the object
The color rushsd into Olive Grey's moody fla,
II . thought Of Captain Kid, of shipwrec ked mer
ch.ntman, and the Arabian Nshts ali in one flash OF
his vivid imagination.
Then he zhed a. himself, pu shuS his nut-she!
Of ski close to this burisi chest and eapius lightly
out
AT loast viii see what it is. The dirty garment.
o. some poor sailors kit, suppose"
With his car he w--t 20 to dig away tn sand
1t hard work and the porspira ion stood on
his forehead but he had brought to light enough Of
the quaint, forssnookng box to show that it was 10
com mon sa'lcr's Chs,t
1t of strips Of costly oriental woods in
dark and ght, very solid and heavy, together
10 be- Almost covered with its fasteniugs
In half an hour he had uncovered the whole lid. The
box proved to be about four feet long by two wide
and two deep.
At Ii rst rs daspaired of opening the chest without
farther implements; for the hard wood well pre-
ssfved and TIE clasp. scacslg rGste1 1t evident
y been buried dry s.utnot exposed to the action
of wator, moisture to any extent. With
tho blade Of stout knife, which the srtist carried
with hIn for of kinds on his little expsdi
tons, ne seded, sf Ter few minutes, in pushing
bsc. the simple old fnsh oued lock- which sprang out
ef its place with click. Then, for a moment Oliver
/ hesitated.
AS soon as he could command himself he cau tiously
/ but eagerly raised the lid.
! What did he find
4 ccross-vhich loosod es if it might have bees
piaced there yesterday 60 perfect its
-iermei Gown into t1is inprouptu coffio, so much
too 81 ont fQ1it IL thai noble dsornc
r,"- no. many years older than HIM self whose let
hi'es A'r zen down in long ringets aoou. the velvet
collar and r7ied sliEttront. The dress wa. that of
isCO or before wl-n rich gentle men yet induIeed in
gelget snd thrasd.lsce. In the forehead vgas deen
wound, ~ OF hatchet aad there were blood stu ius
over the garment who co-ld the murdered stranger
Ge2
An while he asked himself tho q1estioa-while he
gazed, with lips s2art and concentrated looks of in
terest and dre.d-a change crept over the inmate IF
the chest Tha Grayish hue deapen-d over tho face
the features sunk, fell; the yellow lace rule- the
siiken vestrnents faced out of coor-olt CT shape
melted a~sy. Tho iiuearneuts dissolved as if th.y
had been but dream OF his feverish fancy; end as
his ha7t, which grasFed the edge o. the bex shook
with Tous surprise, the 81 ghs impulse aiding The
action Of the atmosphere completed the ruin. The
corpse shd Its clothing dropped to the bottom OF the
Ghost, httls more than a handfol OF dry duftl
! Oliver Grey g-zed blansy al the blankresa
| 4 sEall-a handful Of bfnes-souae ash IS
Never il his life had anything occurred which gave
him SO strlnso and dreadful a sensation when he
that vivid figure rnonlder into uothin guess before
him He felt almost guilty to think that no had rails
ed the liz, and thus destroyed this semblance of the
. man who had been Ho wished that his friend
George had been wit HIM 70 have what he
and to corroborate By further testimony the strange
story be should live TO tell lie almost expected that
the tale would be ridicued OF his many ardent
dreams Yet here tho chest. They could not
Saiusay that. And there were the bones and the dim
outlines OF the figure, the skull with its CHASTITY frac
/ tuEe. telling is mute story of criIne-and--
! What tat?
Something glowed and sl!mmered ike a coal at the
bottom of the chest
Again the poor artists pulse drummed in his ears
while every atom of blood his body seemed rushing
to aud fro IN the widest confusion.
Alter little hesitation he reached down with his
broad bladed palleteknife, and g.ugery and dsinti
~ with thrills OF reluctance running throu Oh his
gsrness hshed up the burning COAL and blew from it
the ashes, the ashes OF the dead
The coal was large ruby. 1t was without setting,
but had been cut and polished by swoler. Ii was
as red as ire. and lucid sunshine. Oliver rub
/
~ and dropped the jewel in safe keeping
Then be examined the chest farther There more
gems ghmmacing and qiiverng ike live things amid
that human dust.
! 1t WAS not long until tho young m.n forgot to be
too particular. the palette knife logger swift
| and certain enough. With his trembling fingers he
pushed awsy the poor bones nding plenty OF treas
ura now and there, right under where the heart
have been, email gold locket With something of
ave and reverence overcoming the sreed which had
taken Possession OF him. OPP ened the
woman's likeness young and sweet. smiled out up
N, brightly if it had not laid in that dark
PRISON house fer fifty Tears into divers
sharp eyes he met the laughing glance of the soft
blue eyes shining beneath the rippies of yellow hair
But those tears dried in tho exuatcn of his
possessions
When certain that the chest bad Yielded tie last of
its jewels he emped them into his handkerchief and
tiled to compute their value The horror o his first
Impressions gave way to triumph
The treasure his by right of discovery
There clue to the name of the long persisted
owner. He would keep the gems: and he would say
nothing, even 70 George, of his adventure.
Thinking thus, he again looked at the miniature;
and this time observed a name, formed by a setting of
brilEants around the inside of the case, in German
text-FrHEIpA.
An old fashioned English name. Oliver did not
reflect that the poor cousin of Camilla Dope ndent
on hor uncle, Cathersot, bore the name, unusual
1t was.
Burying the strange coffin again In the shifting
sand. he we'd back TO the little landing at the foot
of the lawn front of the Poplars his heart b1rniug
group of three awaited him as he spraug ont
upon the beachs friend George with his sister and
| cousin
After elser glance st Miss Catherwood the artist