Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-06-05

Brinkley knew by this last phenomenon
that the spray concealed the entrance of some
large subterTanean cavern. IL any doubt had
remained on his mind it would have been dis
PEELED by the appearance of q solitary pigeon,
which, leavingits companions, wavered light
ly back, flew back through the spray with a
rapid downward flight and disappeared.
He was floating o little nearer, with an en-
joyment deepened by the sense of danger,
when afgure suddenly appeared on tie rocks
close by him, wildly waving its hands.
"Keep backi Keep backf' cried O voice.
He looked at the figure, and recognized
William Jones. He answered him, but the
sound of his voice was drowned by the roar
from the rocks. Then William Jones shouted
again moro indistinctly, and repeated his ex-
cited gestures Tt was clear that he was
warning the swimmer against some hidden
LANCER. Brinlkley took the warning, and
truck out from the shore, and then back to
he place where he had left his clothes
Watching his opportunity, he found suit
able spot and clambered in upon the rocks.
He had just dried himself and thrown on
some Of his clothes when he saw William
Jones standing near and watching him.
elbow are youE' asked the young man,
with a nod. s'Pray, what did you mean by
BULLS p1A LII uiisho ttCotild WstJ uON!
"What did mean?n repeated William,
with a, little Of his former excitement
'Look We, now, was waving you back from
the Devils Caldron. There's many q man
been drownded there, and been washed away
Lord knows where I've heerd tell" he
added, solemnly, s'they're carried right down
into the DEVILS own kitchen'
''I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Jones, but
I'm used to such dangers, and think know
how to take care Of MYSELF
William Jones shook his head a. little an
grily
Don't you come here no more, that's alp
he said, and nuttering ominously to himself,
retired. But he only assembled the neighbour
ing crag, and squatting himself there like q
a bird of ill-omen, kept his eyes on the stran-
ger.
Having dressed himself, Brinbley climbed
in the Same direction. He found William
seated on the edge Of the crag, locking the re-
verso of a1niable, and amusing himself by
throwing stones in the direction of the sea.
''You seem to know this place wells' said
the young man, standing over him.
William Jones replied, without looking I'D:
81 ought to; l were born here. Father
were born here. Know it? I wish I knowd
as we'll how to make my own fortin,
''And yet they tell me- observed the other,
watching him slyly, "that William Jones of
Aberglyn has money in the bank, and is a
rich mani"
He saw Williams color change at once; but
recovering himself at once, the worthy gave
a contenptuous grunt, and aimed a stone
spitefully at large gull which just then
foated slowly by"
''Who told you that9" he asked, glancing
quickly up, and then locking down again.
''solno ton1fool, wi no more sense in 'un than
that gull. Rich: 1 wish was, dop'
BrinlIley was amused, and O. little curious.
Laughing gayly, he threw himself down by
Williams side. William shifted his seat
uneasily, and threw another stone
''AIy dear Mr.. JONES'" said the young man,
assuming the hippant style which Matt found
SO irritating, Il have often wondered how
you get your living"
William started nervously.
''You are I believe, a fisherman by pro-
fession; yet you never go fishing. You pos
sess q boat; but You are seldom seen to use it.
You are not, I think, Of poctical dispo-
sition, yet you spend your days in y7at3ling
the water, like poet, or q person in loyo. I
conclude, very reluctantly, that your old
habits stick to you, and that you speculate on
Ulio disttSIeIS VI your ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
'What dye mean, master" gFuatted VIII
liam, puzzled and a little alarmed by this
style Of address.
ga nice wreck, now, would admirably sui5
your tastes? A well-laden Indiaraa,l, smash
ing up on the reef yonder, would lend sun
shine to your existence and deepen your faith
in a paternal Providence? En-, Mr.. Jones?
81 don't know nowt about no wrecks was
the reply. 'Theyre no consarn O. mine"
'sAh, but I have heard you lament tho good
old times when wrecldng was o respectable
occupation, and when there were no inperti-
nent coastguards tointerfere with respectable
followers Of the business. By theway, have
often wondered, MI. Jones, if popular report
is true, and if, among these cliffs or the sur
rounding sandhills, there is buried treasure,
cast up from time to time by the sea, and
concealed by energetic persons like yourself?'
William Jones could stand this no longer.
Looking as pale as it was possible for ,.-,t;