The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-09-25

ly here, and not there, to get the "sun-
light" at such and such an angle; a
foot to the right or left angle would not
answer. M. Heritier could not see what
the Englishman wanted of the sun in
summer time; for his own part, he was
glad enough of the shade in June or
July. "What a droll of creature !"
he would exclaim to himself. 1t must
be that he is touched in the brains.
But that is no matter as long as have
his money"
So Harry Warnings new quarters
were made ready for him as soon as
possible. The room was neatly fur
nished, but he refused half the articles
that the landlord proposed TO bring,
saying that the less furniture the better
his whim would be suited. His bag
gage. consisting of three stout leather
trunks, was moved down stairs, and pre-
cisely week after he had left home
Waring found himself established in
his new quarters, built to order, in the
old hotel which had been the home of
his ancestor. He found himself, too,
firmly established in the reputation of
being crazy. All the people in the hotel
spoke of him, among themselves, as the
insane Englishman, and people came
from the distant parts of the town to see
with their own eyes the building which
this inexplicable lunatic had caused TO
be put up. But Waring kept the peace
with every one, and seemed well enough
satisfied with his reputation for mad
ness.
The method of that madness, how
ever, he was very careful not to reveal.
For his latest researches had convinced
him that his ancestor, who died IN the
defense of Calais about three hundred
years before the time of his visit, had
converted his whole fortune, consid-
cradle one for the time, into gold, and
had buried it in the court yard of his
mansion, the identical hotel in which
Harry was now staying. More than
this, the obscure anagraml (which he had
found among the genealogical papers of
the British Museum he thought he had
deciphered. That anagram defined the
precise place in the courtyard where he
should expect to find the long hidden
treasure. 1t explained, too, the COM
parative decay of the pecuniary fortunes
of his family. Here, without doubt, the
money lay 1; and it was this that he had
come to seek. If he had not mistaken
the anagram, here he would find his
fortune. His last hour before leaving
home he had given to an interview with
his brother, in which he explained all
his reasons for thinking that the ances-
trail treasure still lay safely buried in
Calais. Arthur Waring had laughed at
him. "Do you think Frenchman
would let gold lie buried right under
his nose for three hundred years ?" said
the elder brother. "He would smell
it out the first year. But go and search
You are welcome to all you find. /
shan't claim an ounce of it.
1t was moment of no little excite
ment to Harry Waring when he found
himself locked in, with his trusty serv-
ant, Grubbs, over the little spot of earth
where, three hundred years ago, his
fortune had been buried. His trunks
contained the necessary tools for remov-
ing the floor and excavating the earth
and this the swalwart Grubbs com
menced at once to do.
Great caution was necessary, in order
that the sound of the work should not
disturb the people of the hotel. If
Harry had made true Interpretation
of the old anagram, the treasure lay
under the southern half of his floor.
Little by little the servant pried up the
planks upon that side. Varing bored
a minute peeping hole through each of
the four sides of the room, whence he
could watch the courtyard and discover
whether his movements we're suspected.
So slow was the work, on account of the
noiselessness with which it had to be
carried on on, that it was midnight be-
fore the half of the new floor was torn
up, and the solid thing OF the court
yard exposed again. Grubbs, who knew
what he was expected to find, and who
had none of the latent doubts of success
that would sometimes assert themselves
in his masters mind, was all for going
on with the work. "Loikely enough,
sir, we moight get at the money before
morning." said he. But Harry Waring
had not been a student TO no purpose
he knew the risk of sleeping over fresh
ly uncovered soil, and he sent Grubbs
away to his attic, telling him that it
would be time enough to- morrow to
begin digging.
The next day, as may be supposed,
was an anxious one for Harry Waring.
He took his customary morning walk,
but left Grubbs on guard within the
rest of the time he watched himself.
fearing to leave the room empty lest the
secret should be discovered. The next
night work began as soon as it was
dark and being now in the ground, it
went on much faster than the night be-
fore, because it made less noise. The
fag-stones were pried back without
much difficulty, and Grubbs was soon
going through the earth like a mole.
And he found the treasure /! Packed
in iron boxes, not more than five or six
feet below the level of the courtyard,
lay the golden crowns which Harry
Warnings ancestor had buried here at
the siege of Calais. There was no ques-
ton of counting them then how to get
away with them unnoticed was the
problem. Fortunately there was an
early boat to Dover. 1t would
not do to call a UOiture and leave sud-
denly at 5 a. m. But Grubbs volun-
teered to carry the trunks one by one to
the landing, where an official would
watch them for small fee. The three