Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-14

"rm much OBLIGED to you. NJ. Jonss, baA
I'm used to such dangers, and think know
how to take care Of myself"
Villain Jones shook his head . little an
gily. ,m
s.Isn't you come here no more, that's All"
hc 81. and mutter.ng osninously to liz; eli,
ratired. But he only ascelded the neisE5or.
ING c-sy. end squat ing himself there Like Q
= bird Of ill-ornen, kept his eya on tho stranr
&C..
Havin- dressed himself, Eriakley climbed
in tie safe direction. lie iou.... william
s-c.o. OF ihe el.ge VI the cr..s loo,- n, lie ~
verse OF sauiabie, anu Amusing h,rcscr y
throwing stones in the direction Of the sea
'sYou seem to know this place wellr nd
the young Ian, standing over him.
william Jones replied, without looking up.
II ought to; I were born here. Father
were born here. Know iti wish knowd
a we'll how to make my own fortin'."
"And vet they tell me-" observed the other,
watching him slyly, ''that William Jones Of
Aberglyn has money in the bank, and Il Q
rich man!'
He saw williams color change at once; but
recovering himself at once, the worthy gave
a contemptuous grunt, and aimed stone
spitefully at a large gull which just then
Aoa;ed slowly by"
"Who told you thats" he asked, glancins
quickly up, and then looking down again.
''Some tomfool, wi no more sense In 'un than
that gull RIGHT / wish was, dol"
Brin,sley was amused, and q little curious.
Laughing gayly, he threw himself down by
Williams side. William shifted his seat
uneasily, and threw another stone.
'My dear Mr.. Jones, d" said the young man,
assuming the flippant style which Matt found
you get your living"
William started nervously.
"You are, believe, a fisherman by pro
fession; yet you never go fishing. You pos
sess boat; but YOU are seldom seen to use it.
You are not, 1 thinl., of a poetcal dispo-
sition, yet you spend your days in watching
the water, like poet, or person in love. I
conclude, very reluctantly, that your old
habits stick to you, and that you speculate On
tho disasters of your fellow-creatures."
''What dye mean, masterF grunted VIII
liam, puzzled and a little alarmed by this
style Of address.
"a nice wreck, now, would admirably suit
your fastest A well-laden In,.ia.lail, smash
ing up on the reef yonder, would lend STU
shine to your existence and deepen your faith
in a paternal Providencel Eli, Mr.. Jonesf
81 don't know nowt about no wrecks" was
the reply. They're no consarn O mine"
''Ah, but l have heard you lament tho good
old times when wrecking was respectable
occupation, and when there were no inperti-
nent coastsuards to interfere wi h respectable
followers of tine business. By tLeway, have
often wondered, Mr.. Jones, il popular report
is true, and it, among these cliffs or the sur
rounding sandhiils, there is buried treasure,
cast up from time to time by the sea, and
concealed by energetic persons like yourselfw
William Jones could stand this no longer.
Looking as pale as it was possible for SO ru.i-
cund a person to become, and CHANGING round
him suspiciously, he rose to his feet.
Il know nowt o that" he said. ''If there
is suian,at, wish 1 could find it; but such
things never come the way of honest chaps
lilo Ele. Good mornin', masterl Take a
poor mans advice, and don't you go SWIM
ming 10 more near tho Devils Caldron!"
So saying, he walked off in tho direction Of
tho deserted village. Presently Brinkley rose
and followed hum, keeping him steadily in
view. From time to time William Jones
looked round, as if to see whether the other
was coming; lingering when Brinkley
fingered, fastening his pace when Brinkley
haste2ed his. As an experiment, Brinkley
t1rneI and began walking back toward the
c..tes. CHANGING round over his shoulder, he
saw that " iliam Jones had also turned, and
was walking back.
''C;rious!" he reflected. "The innocent
ono is keeping me in view. l have q good
min to breathe himr'
Iio struck off from the path, and hastened,
running rather than walking, toward the
sandhlls. So soon as he was certain that he
was followed he began to run in good ear
nest. To lis delight, William began runnins
too. He plunged among the sandhils and
"as soon engaged busily running up and
down them, hther and thtAer From Tina
tc time he caught glimpse Of his prrsuer
twas an exc. eng chase. When he had beea
engaged in it for half an hour, and was
almo; breathless himself, he suddenly paused
in one Of the deep hoiiows, threw himself
down on his back, and lit a cigar. A few
MKT: d; afterward he heard q sound as OF
violent putting ana breathing, and the next
nstan. William Jones, painting. gasping, par.
spirirga every pore, appeared above him
Low dye Go, hir. JoncsH he erie |, gayly.
"Core AMI ha a cigar,"
Instead Of re lying William Jones looked
compile ell thunderst. uck, AMI, after 81, rig
feebly DON and NUT ering incoherentlv,
disappeared as SUI denly as he had come.
Brinkley finished his cigar lesurely, and
then strolled back to the caravan