Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-21
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GONE ASHORE
II ROBERT BUCHANAN.
CHAPTER TX

HUM " True. esller LLAt w llilaIn Jones nAQ
been instructed to keep a watch upon him, or
that he, William JONES, had q secret Of some
sort which he was anxious not to have re-
vealed. After both suppositions had been
duly weighed, the second was accepted as the
most likely, and it forthwith received the
young mans consideration.
II there was q secret, he argued, it was in
some way connected-frstly, with William
Jones' worldly prosperity; secondly, with tho
reports current OF treasure hidden in times
past among the sandhilis CT the dangerous
caverns Of the sea. Was it possible. after all,
that these reports were true, and that in
some mysterious manner Jones had become
acquainted with the hiding -plaee1 1t seemed
very improbable for many reasons one OF
the chief being the mans extreme poverty,
which appeared 10 touch the very edge Of
sheer starvation.
A little inquiry In the neigbborhood, how
ever, ELECTED tbs information that Jones, de-
spite his AFFECT pcnnry, was certainly well-to-
do, and had money IN the bark Of the neigh
boring market town; that the ruined village
Of Aberglyn belonged almost entirely 70 him;
and that, In short, he was By nature and
habit a micr!y person, who would prefer
boarding up whatever he possessed to pur-
chasing with 1t this cornmonest necessaries OF
life
An old coastgiard, whom Brinkley found
next day on the station, was his chief in
fornant.
"Doa't you believe him, SIR said this old
salt, 'if he tells you hes poor He's a shark,
William Jones H. and couldn't own up even
TO his own father. It's my belief he's got
gold hidden somewhcTes among them sand
hills, let alone what he's got in the savings
I.nx. Al L,f. 4f..I
Joncs."
Brinkley had said nothing Of his own pri-
vate suspicious, but had merely introduced In
a general way the sui jet of jones' worldly
positifn. Further conversation with Tim,
who had made "A few Struggling acquaintance
In the district, corroborated the other testi-
mony. The young man became more and
more convinced that William Jones was
= worth studying.
Matt bad not turned up that morning In
stead Of looking after her B7iukley took
another strcll toward the vicinity Of the
IS Cnldr1n He had not gon far before
hc discovered that he was wat he'd again
The figure Of William Jones followed in the
distance, but keeping him well in view.
IL WINS certainly curious.
He walked over To the cliffs and looked
down at the scene Of yesterdays lathing ad-
venture. A strong wind was blowing,
and t.o waves wers surging up the rocks
with deafening roar and foamy spume. The
place looked very ugly, particularly near the
Caldron. All the passage was churned to
milky white, and tho sound from beneath
was, to quote I'm old simile, like tho roar of
innumerabe chariots.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw til
head of William Jones eagerly watching. the
body being hidden behind an intervening
rock
"Strange" he reflected. "My predatory
friend can't keep his treasure, if he possesses
any, down In that watery gulf Yet when
ever come near it his manner tells me that
am warm, ms they say in tho game of hide
and seek.
To test tho matter little further, he set Off
ON brisk walk along the ellis, having the
Caldron behind. h found, as be had sus-
pected, that no was no longer followed Re
turning as he came, and resuriiag his oil
position, he saw William Jones Immediately
roappear.
That day no discovered no clcv to the
mystery, nor the next, nor the next again.
though ON each day he went throu yh siiai.ar
performance. Strange to say, Matt had not
put in an appearance, and for reasons of his
own no hal thought it better not to seek her.
On tho morning Of the third dav a dark.
chilly morning, after a night of rain-Tim
put his head into the Caravan. where his
master was feated at his easel, and grinned
deligh.cdy.
MIR. Chnrlesl She's come, sorr
"Who tho deuce has comem cried Brink
ley.
'Iho lady, your honor, to have her picture
/ oh h., ,.,t ,t,-
But rs he spoke Matt pushed him aside and
entered. She wore her best clothes. but
looked little pale and anxious. Brinkley
thought, greeting her with familiar nod.
$50 you've come at lasti Tim, get out.
you rascal. thought you had given me
UPS
ne assumed GOODNESS, though he felt It
not, for he had made up his mind not to ZEN
courage the young person.
81 couldn't Come before-they wouldn't let
me- But last night William Jones he didn't
come home, and l broke open the box and
took out my clothes, and ran straight off
here"
Her face fell as she proceeded, for she could
not fail to notice the GOODNESS of the young
mans greeting
"Well, since you hare come well get to
work." sail Brinkley. cts chilly and damp
outside, so we'll remain here in shelte."
Matt took Off her hat, and then proceeded
10 divest herself OF her coarse jacket. reveal
ing for the first time the low -necked silk
dress beneath. Meantime the young man
placed the sketch in position. Turning pres
entity, he beheld Mats transformation
Old and shabby as the dress was, torn here
and there, and revealing beneath glimpses of
coarse stockings and clumsy boots. il be-