Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1870-10-06
PART I.-TREASURE TROvR.
CHAPTER

bosom OF New York Bay, just then ripping and
dimpling at the rosy touch OF dawn,
Oliver Grey was an artist by profession; fine
looking personal---very.. Ave, perhaps-with dark
/, restless eyes, broad forehead AMI swarthy skin
At this moment his mood was one OF fierce discon.
tent. Being an artist he was poor-belng poor he
could not have what lie wanted. What he desired
most o = earth was the heart and hsnd Of Camilla
Catherwood sister Of his friend George Gather
WOOD at whose fathers house he was staying, hay.
, ing been invited 10 spend portion Of the summer
at 1.-THE Poplats, to take his ease and sketch the
beautiful scehery Of the bay BE had accepted this
hospitality even while he felt Inundated by it,
not so much to escape his garnet as 10 bask in the
dangerous Joy of Camilla presence This morning
he came out to SKETCH but he only dreamed Of her,
until halfwild at though Of his own poverty,
Urged by this disconted mood he fell to rowing
vigorously for relief soon Ending himself close in
to the high shores ola certain island and near to
familiar spot TO which George and himself frequent
iy came
In the face Of the rocky hluf there was an ocean.
cave, A very small cave which the fishermen and
other common people ienomiuiously dubbed hole.
II may have been larger once; but at this tim II
was lAlltu NEARLY " Lpull Win Netp sea Siil,
In high water it was covered entirely by the waves,
But at low tide a small boat could push its way IN
and as it Afforded a cool shelter from the summer
SUM- the two friends often cast anchor there for an
hour or so, while they ate thar lcncheon, or
sketchei the opposite hills,
The tide then. at its EXTREMIST ebb left the far.
Their end Of the cavern quite bare and dry Il was
the first time that the visitor had found il So lie
was thinking OF running mis- boat aground and
getting ont, although there seemed 10 be nothing
more interesting than cam-shells strewn about,
when, suddenly, something sparkled in the level
sun.rays. His eyes were drawn to the glimmering
point VIVA, was t' He looked again more
earnestly. 1t IVES the end Of q brass.bound wooden
chest protruding from the sand. The Offering OF
a brass nail had drawn his attention to the object
The color rushed into Oliver Grcy's moody face
He thought Of Captain KID, Of shipvrecked mer'
chartmen, ana Arabian Nights, all il one fash Of
his vivid imagination.
Then he laughed az himself pushing bis nut.
shell of skh close to this buried chest, aud leap
ing lightly ont
"At least will see what Il is The dirty gar.
ments of some poor sailors kit, suppose"
With his oar he went to work TO dig away the
sand. 1t was hard work, and the Precipitation soon
stood on his forehead; but he had brought to light
enough of the quaint, foreign.looking box to show
that It was no common sailors chest
1t was Of strips Of some costly oriental woods in
dark and light very solid and heavy, banded to
gether as to be almost covered with brassfasten
ings, In haitian hour ne had uncovered the whole
lid The box proved to be about four feet long, by
two wide, and two deep.
At hrst he despaired Of opening the chest without
further Implement for he bard wood was well pre-.
served, and the clasps scarcely rusted. Il had evil
IDENTIFY been buried in dry sand-not exposed to the
action of water, or even moisture, to any great
extent With the blade Of a stout knife, which the
artist carried with him for use of various kinds on
| his little expeditions, he succeeded, after few
minutes in pushing back the simple, old.fashioned
/ lock- which sprang out Of its place with click
Then, for a moment Oliver hesitated.
As soon as he could command himself he can.
tously and eagerly raised the i'd
/ What did he find
/ c1ypss-which looked as IT It might have been
placed there yesterday, soperfect was ts prsserya
ton iammed down into this impromptu coffin, 30
much TOO short for It. It was that Of noble and
handsome man, not many years older than him
self, whose etblack hair fell down in long rnglets
about he velvet collar and rufrlsd ,hirt'rort The
dress was that Of 300 or before, when rich gentle
men yet iqGugei IL velvet and thread lace In the
! forehead was deep wound as Of a Ratchet aud
4 there were blood stains over he garment Who
could the murdered stranger be?
+ All while be asked himself the one, on-while
b a. - . q
interest and dread charge c5ept over the inmate
/ Of The chest. The graysh hue dcepaned over mo
face the features sunk fell the yellow lace RIFLES
the snken veslnen.s faded our Of co'or-ou, Of
Ishape-faied sway The hneamen's dissolved a.
il they had been the dream Of a nervous surprise
this slight impu &C. aiding the acton Of The atmos
pierre completed The ruin, The corpse ana its
clothing dropped TO the bottom Of The chest little
more than hanlfcl Of dfy dust
4 Oliver Grey gazel b'ankly az ,he b.ansrcsr
/ 4 sEad1- q lIn5fi II JgasS--laae ashes
4 Never In his ife had anything o.,rrred which
/ gaye him so strange and dreadful a sensation o..
when ne saw hat vivid figure n9nlder iuto moth.
inluess fore him. lie felt amon gal y to think
be had raised the 80 md Tins destroyed .a.s sem.
blauge Of "a man who had been, he now Sit4s4
tpat his friend Geor. had been with him 70 have
seen Whist be- saw, ami % corrobe,a'e by further
testimony, the strange story he should have 70 ,olL
he auost expected that the tale would be rl1louled
a. one Of l,s many ardent lrcams. Yc. there was
! The ches. Tleycoa.a aot ga,rsaytAat Al1'hors
were The bones and the dina outline Of Oh G1ura,
the skull, WM lastly sr.-.uge, e ling It's mute
story Of rr.. .--aE.------
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