The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-10-06

CHAPTER I.
THE FINDING OF THE TREASURE.

OACoNldsG uOuIJ dt tue COuHGI y'AOuSO
where he was visiting, a young man put
outin a small row-boat on to the bosom
of New York Bay,.just then ripping and
dfInpling at the rosy touch of dawn. z
Oliver Grey was an artist by profession;
fne-looking person-twensy-fye, per-
haps-With dark, restless eyes, a broad
forehead, and swarthy skin. At this mo-
ment his mood was one of kferce discon-
tent. Beingan artist he was poor-being
poor he could not have what he wanted.
What he desired most on earth was the
heart and hand OF Camilla Catherwood,
sister of his friend George Catherwood,
at whose fathers house he was staying,
having been invited to spend 3 portion
of the summer at "The Poplars," to take
his ease ndlsketch the beautiful scenery
of the bay. He had accepted this hospi.
tality-even while he felt humlliated by
it-not SO much to escape his garrett as
to bask in the dangerous joy Of CamiflA's
presence. This morning he came out Co
sketch, but he only dl canned of her, until
half-wild at thoughts of his own poverty
Urged by this disconted mood he fell
to rowing vigorously for relief, soon find
, ing himself close in to the high shore Of
aacertain island, and near a familiar spot
to which George and himself frequently
came.
In the face Of the rocky bluff there was
an ocean-cave. Avery small cave, which
the fishermen and other common people
ANONYMOUSLY dubbed q hole. It may
have been larger once but at this time
it was filed, nearly to the mouth, with
deep sea sand. In high water it was
covered entirely blythe waves But at
low tide small boat could push its way
in as it Afforded cool shelter from the
summer sun, the two friends often cast
anchor there forLan hour or so, while they
ate their luncheon, or sketched the PIP
posite hills.
Ihsstisle thsasat its EXTREMIST ebb,
left6he farther end of the sand cavern
quite bare and dry. It was the first time
that the visitor ever found it So He was
thinking Of running his boat aground
and getting out, although there seemed
to be nothing more interesting than clam
shells strewn about, when, suddenly
something sparkIed in thedeveh sun-rays
His eyes were urawn to the glimmcring
point What was it He looked again
more earnestly. 1t was the end of brass
bound wooden chest, protruding from,
the sand. The glittering of brass nail
had drawn his attention to the object.
The color rushed into Oliver Grey's
moody face He thought of Captain Kid
of shipwrecked merchantmen. and the
Arabian Nights, all in one flash of his
vivid imagination. pa -
Then he laughed at himself, pushingd
his nutshell of skiff close to the bur:e
chest, and leaping lightly out.
At least will see what it is. The
dirty garments of some poor sailors kit,
| suppose" lad fo gJ4a'sa
With his oar he went to work to die
away the sand It was hard work, and
the perspiration soon stood on his fore
head but he had brought to light enough
OF the quaint, foreign-l looking box to
show that it was no common sailors chest.
Ii was of stripsof some costly oriental
woods in dark and light, very solid
and heavy, banded together so as to be
almost covered with its brass fastenings
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. so.
At first he despaired of opening the
chest without further implements for
the hard wood was well preserved, and
the clasps scarcely rusted 1t had evil
IDENTIFY been buried In dry sand-not ex
posed to the action of water or even
moisture, to anygreat 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
cut of its place with click. Then, for a
moment, Oliver hesitated. -ne
AS soon as he could command himself
be cautiously but eagerly raised the lid
What did he find?
corpse which looked as if itmight
have been placed there yesterday, so per.
feet was its seryation-jammed down
into this impromptu coffin, so much too.
short for it. It was that of noble and
handsome man, not many years older
than himself, whose jet-black hair fell
down IN long ringlets about the velvet
color and RULED shirt-front The dress
was that of 1900, or before when rich