The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-10-07
PART I--TlEAsURETRO
CHAPTER I.

THE FINDING OF THE TREASURE.
Ga fresh summer morning, befor
breakfast hour, at the country-ho
where he wac visiting. young ma,
put out in small row. boat on to tn
bosom Of New York Bay, just the,
rippling and dimpling at the ros,
touch of dawn.
Oliver Grey was an artist by pro
fession; fine looking person---twent,
five, perhsps-with dark, restless
eyes, broad forehead, ard swarth,
skin. at this moment his mood wa!
one Of fierce discomfort. Being a,
artist he was poor-being poor h,
could no. have what he wantcl.-
What he desired most on earth wa.
the heart and hand of Camilla Cath
erwood, sister of his friend George
Catherwood, at whose fathers hous,
he was staying, having been invited
to spend Il portion Of the summer a,
1.-The Poplars,' to take his ease
and sketch the bcsuti.ul scenery O
the bay. He had accepted this hos
pitality-even while he felt humili
s.ed by it-not 80 much TO escap.
his garreu as to basx in the danger
oss joy of Cami.!a's presence. Thi.
morning he came out to sketch, bu,
he only dreamed Of her, until half
wild at thoughts of his own poverty
Urged by this discontented mooo
he fell to rowing vigorously for re.
lief, soon finding himself close into
the high shores Of certain island
and near familiar spot to whicl
George and himself frequently came.
In the face of the rocky bluff there
was an ocean-cave A very small
cave, which the fisherman and Other
common people ignominicusly dub
bed hole. 1t may have been larger
once but at this time it was filled
nearly to the mouth, with deep sea
sand. In high water it was covered
entirely by the waves. But at lou
tide small boat could push its way
in; and as it afforded cool shelter
from the summer sun, the two friend.
often cast anchor there for an hour OF
so, while they ate their luncheon, Of
sketched tho opposite hills.
The tide then, at it's EXTREMIST ebb
left tho farther end of the sand-cav
crn quite bare ad dry. 1t was tn.
first time that the visitor had cye1
found it so. He was thinking O.
running his boat aground, and get
ing out, although there seemed to b.
nothing more interesting than clam
shells strewn about, when, suddenly
something sparklcd in the level sun
rays. His eyes were drawn to th'
glimmering point. What was it
tie looked again more earnestly. 1
was the end Of a brass bound woode,
chest, producing from the sand. Th
glittering Of Il brass nail had draw
his attention to the object.
The color rushed into Oliver Grey
moody face. lie thought of Captain
Kid, Of ship wrecked merchantmen
aud the Ara bian Knights, all in on
fash of mis- vivid ina gination.
Then he laughed at himself. push
ing his nutshell of a skiff close t
the buried chest, and leapirg light
out.
cat least I will see what it is. =
The dirty garments of some poo
sailors kit, l suppose.
| With his oar he went to work t
dig away the sand. It was hard work
and the perspiratian soon stood o
his forehead; but be had brought t
light enough Of tho quaint, foreign
looking box to show that it was n
common sailors chest.
1t was of strips Of some costly ori
entail wood, in dark and light, yer
solid and heavy, banded together 5
as to be almost covered with its bras
fastenings. In half an hour he ha
uncovered the whole lid. The DO
proved to be about four feet long, b
two wide, and two deep.
At first he despaired Of openin
the chest without further implements
for the hard wood was we'll preserved
and the clasps scarcely .rusted. !
had evidently heen buried in dr.
sand-not exposed to the action {
water, or even moisture. toany grea
exteGt. With tho blade Of stou
knife, which the artist carried wit
him for use Of various kinds on h
little expeditions, be succeeded, att