Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-10-30

less through spinal disease, lived with
one old servant in a lite cottage
which overlooked their ruined inheri-
lance.
Tea was over and Ursula knelt by
the invalid's sofa. .Nora, darling. it
is so hard, so hardl" she sobbed. leaning
her head against her sisters hand.
How tenderly that gentle hand caress
ed herl
Take heart. my dearest, something
will happen yet to help your
Ursula raised her fearful face with
an attempt at smile.
do you mean Dame Ursula's treas
rep" at which Nora laughed softly
for nothing seemed further off than
that. Now, some fifty years before
this date, Clovis Court was the dwell
ing place of the rich Dame Ursula Bar
ing. She amassed riches year by year
for her only child, a son. who had gone
abroad, and she meant to make him
wealthy and prosperous on his return.
One sad day Dame Ursula had tidings
that her son was dead. She immediate
ly became demented and lived in a
wild sort of dream for a year, and then
| died suddenly. Then news came that
the son had left a wife and little boy
to mourn him, and search was made
for the property. Previous to her
death the old dame had converted all
she could into money, and now not a
penny piece could be found for her
rightful heirs.
The excitement became great, and
certain dishonest and adventurous per-
sons had surreptitiously raised and
opened Dame Ursulas coffin, thinking
she had tried to take her wealth with
her-all in vain. In queer writing.
done with her diamond ring on win
dow in her bedroom-the ring was
missing nowhere the words, "Time
will show where my treasure les"
At the end of fifty years her lovely
great granddaughter, Ursula, could
not wed the man she loved because he
depended on the will of an uncle, and
she had nothing. The widowed moth
er had allowed as many excavations to
take place at Clovis Court as could hap
pen without bringing down the walls.
Then she devoted herself with great
thrift to living on the next to nothing
she had, and interested herself in poul-
try, pigs and repairing linen. She did
not moan over her fortunes, and tried
to make her girls cheerful and happy,
succeeding admirably until that terri
bic fellow, Love" appeared.
Guy Norman was packed off to the
Continent just as the dull winter days
set in. Ursula could not bear to think
of Christmas, and hated helping to
make plum buildings with sore heart.
She was so pitiful in appearance one
day, that Nora begged her to go for
walk, and not make the pudding salt
with tears.
Glad to escape, Ursula hurried out
into the wintry road Everything
looked dull and gray, and the girl after
walking briskIy for time, turned by
a side path into the garden of the de-
serted court. She wandered past the
stately windows; then, with natural
inclination for everything as dismal as
herself, she resolved to explore the old
| house. Fetching key, she let herself
| in and paused moment, startled by
| the echo of her own football in the
weird silence; then she passed boldly
on. determined tosee old Dame Ursulas
room. A quaint, low-roofed place,
with lattice windows-and old four
bedstead still stood there with faded,
damp hangings Of blue. Our Ursula
was earnestly gazing on the lines en-
graved on the window, "Time will show
where my treasure lies when she saw
herd of cattle getting into the garden
| through the broken wall. There was
not much to spoil, truly, but sense of
order made Ursula resolve to try and
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