The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1885-07-23

seated on the edge Of the crag, looking there
verse Of aniable, and amusing himself by
throwing stones in the direction Of the sea.
You seem to now this place wellf' said
the young man, standing over him.
William Jones replied, without looking up:
81 ought to; were born here. Father
were born here. Know it? lwish howd
| as well how to make my own fortin'a
'And yet they tell me, )" observed the other,
| watching him slyly, 'tthat William Jones of
Aberglyn has money in the bank, and is a
rich man!'
He saw Williams color change at once; but
recovering himself at once, the worthy gave
contemptuous grunt, and aimed g stone
spitefully at a large gull which just then
foated slowly by"
''Who told you thatTn he asked, glancing
quickly up, and then looking down again.
''Some tomfool, VII no more sense in 'un than
that gulk Rich2 I wish was, do"
Brinkley 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' said the young man,
assuming the fippant style which Matt found
so irritating, 81 have often wondered how
you get your living"
William started nervously. g
'sYou are, believe, fisherman by pro-
fesson; yet you never go fishing You pos
sess boat; but you are seldom seen to use it.
You are not, I think, Of poetical 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 en-
the disasters Of your fellow-creatures.
"What dye mean, master" grunted VII
Liam, puzzled and little alarmed by this
style Of address.
"A nice wreck, now, would admirably suit
your tastese A wensiaden Inciaman, smash.
ing up on the reef yonder, would lend sun,
shine to your existence and deepen your faith
ina paternaI Providence Eh, Mr. JonesY,
81 don't know nowt about no wrecks y was
the reply. They're no consarn o, mine.n
'sAh, but have heard you lament thaeood
old times when wrecGng was respectable
occupation, and when there were no mperd-
nent coastguards to ointerfere with respectable
followers Of the business, BY theway, IhaYe
often wondered, Mr.. Jones, If popular. repors
IS true, and II, among these cliffs or the sur
rounding sandhIs, there is buried treasure,
cast up from time to time by the sea, and
concealed by energetic persons like yourselfr'
William Jones could stand this no longer.
Looking as pale as it was possible for so ,nbi-
cund a person to become, and glancing round
him suspiciously, he rose to his feet.
Il now nowt O that, ," he said. sH thore
is su1nnat, Iwish could find it; but such
things never come the way Of honest chaps
like me. Good mornin', masterl Take a
poor mans advice, and don't you go SWIM
ming no more near the Devils Caldron!n
So saying, ne walked OF In the direction of
tho deserted village Presently Brinkley rose
and followed hin, 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
fastened his. As an experiment., Brinkley
turned and began walking back toward the
cliffs Glancing round over his shoulder, he
saw thatsW illiam Jones had also turned, and
was walking back
"Curious!" he reflected ssThs innocent
ono is keeping me in view. I have a good
mind to breathe him1"
Ho str1rclcof from the path, and hast<aasdss.
running rather than walking, toward the
sandhiIls. So soon as he was certain that he
WIS 1OuOWou uo DSSdn W o0 IL EOOO Cal
nest. To his delight, William began running
too. He plunged among the sandhills, and
was soon engaged busily running up and
down them, hither and thither. From time
to time he caughta glimpse Of his pursuer.
It was an exciting chase. When he had been
engaged in it for half an hour, and was
almost breathless himself, he suddenly paused
in one Of the deep hollows, threw himself
down on his back, and Lit q cigar. A Few
minutes afterward he heard n sound as of
violent putting and breathing: aud the next
instant William Jones. pantikz. ssSping, per
springs every pore, appeered above him.
'Eow aye do, Mr. Jonesp he cried, gayly.
sCome enl lave cigarr'
Instead of replying, William Jones looked
completely th1nderstruck, and, after glaring
feebly DOM and muttering incoherently,
disappeared as suddenly as he had come.
BrinEey finished his cigar le:surely, and
then strolled back to the caravan
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