Smyrna times., 1874-07-08


1t explained, too, the comparative decay of the
pecuniary fortunes of his family.
Here, without doubt, the money lay; 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 ancestral treasure still lay
safely buried in Calais Arthur Waring had !
laughed at him. "Do you think that French
man 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 on and search. YOu are welcome
to all you find. l shan't claim an ounce of
it.
1t was a moment Of no little excitement to
Harry Waring when he found himself locked
in, with his trusty servant, Grubbs, over the
little spot of earth where three hundred years
ago his fortune had been buried. His trunks
contained the necessary tools for removing the
floor and excavatlng the earth, and this the
stalwart GrubbS commenced at once to do
Great caution was necessary, in order that the
sound of the work should not disturb the peo-
pie OF the hotel If Henry had made true
Interpretation of the old anagram, the treasure
lay under the southern half Of his floor. Little
by little the servant PRED up the planks upon
that side. Waring bored minute peeping
room, whence he could watch the court ward
and discover whether his movements were sus
pected.
50 slow was the work, on account of the
nolselessness with which it had to be carried on,
that it wt& midnight before the half of the new
fOOr was torn mp, and the solid tiling of the
courtyard 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 master s
mind, was all for going on with the work.
'Lolkely enough, sir, We might get the money
| before morning, said he. But Harry Waring
had not been a student to no purpose; he
knew the risk Of sleeping over freshly un-
covered soil, and he sent Grubbs away to his
attic, telling him that it would be time enough
tomorrow to begin digging.
The next day, as may be supposed, was an
anxious one for Harry Warinr. He took up
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 before, because it
made less noise The hagstOnes were pried
back without much difficulty, and Grubbs was
soon going through the earth like MOLE
And he found 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 ancestors had buried
there at the siege of Calais. There was nc
question of counting them then; how to get
away with them unnoticed was the problem.
Fortunately there was an early morning boat
to Dover. 1t would not do to call a rOiturt
and leave suddenly at five A. NJ. But Grubb:
volunteered to carry the trunks, one by one
to the landing, where an official would watch
them for a small fee. The three trunks
, proved, as Waring had calculated beforehand
the most cOvenient means OF getting away with
, the money. A strong man can carry about
E $4,000 in gold at a load Grubbs was giant
and | think that the three trunksful of French
crowns that he bore successfully that night t.
the Calais quay contained a fortune that wa
; nearer 100000 than any other round number
1t is not enormous" said Harry, as he saw
the last trunk deposited safely on the quay
q " but it will do for a second son, if added t,
what little he has already. What pity tn
family has laid out of the interest OF it for s.
long time p
+ Harry left his new apartments, fear, in
: state Of dire confusion. He locked the doc
when he went away, Just as the first sounds O
human life began to stir in the old building
;, No one entered it until night, when NJ. Herte
3 became alarmed for his crazy Englishman, an
. began to fear that he had committed suicid
o 3" after the manner of his cOuntrymen." Ge
/. ting no answer to repeated blows and calls, h
!. finally broke open the door, " Mon Dieu
# the mad Englishm9n has made a tomb of m
n premises, and buried himself in it p was hi
h first exclamation. And NJ. Hertier looked wit
4 a shudder into the pit which yawned in h
# courtyard. Nothing was to be seen ther
ar but the rusty shells of three iron boxes. Br
If on the table he found rOuLeGu of old Frenc
hi crowns addressed to him, and a note saying
"MY DEAR NJ. HERTIER.-Many thanks fC
10 your courtesy In accommodating me in yoT
7 court. yard. | came to seek little sum left n
some time ago under your pavement by one
h my ancestors. | find the old ecuS of a ver
;. pleasing pattern and leave you a rOuledW
o. testimony of the distinguished considerable
n with which | have the honor to be, &c.
I. The Erenchman' state of mind was u stud
ne for psychologist for the rest Of that day. Bl
xe Harry Waring was already safe at home
IN England, leaving no address behind him.
That evening he called on Georganna Bel
10 ssys to tell her the story of his romantic GOO
m fortune. think old lady Waring was rigI
,e about that young ady's preference for Harr
o At any rate, their betrothal was announced
'is few weeks later. They were married in Sc
A.. tember, and have always believed that it W
cd union of hearts as we'll as of fortunes. Harl
ad became an admirably domestic man, and h
in not been to Mount Athos or Constantnop
teI once since he was married. He haunts Il
To British museum at intervals, for he is st
he fond of genealogy. But old Lady Waring h
in grandchildren now, and Harry is their fatht
"a Ard he is so fond of them that old Lady Wa
,m ing has never again urged him to think le
vn about his ancestry and more about his pc
1le terity.
ng
ed TALE OF SENTIMENTAL story in one cha
for ter, as told by the NorwaIk Sentinel. The
are faces that come to us in our dreams, whi
he go with us the day through, looking dO'
est upon us while we work or wander-faces I'll
es. haunt us long after the slumbering hours tn
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