Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-02
The Captains Money.
A Tale of Buried Treasure. Cuban ReyoI,
 and Adventure Upon the Seas.

it nossiblc for me to succeed in sucl an attempt, where hundreds would be sure to fail For instance, had the most careful training in athletics; learned to run like deer and box like a prize-fighter. I don't brag; but my muscles are hard as steel. Any thing that quickness and strength could do for me would be certain to be done. Then travelled some years ago with a theatrical troupe, and learned the trick of disguises of costume, voice and face. All these things, you will easily see, have helped me to safety ill the cabin of this bark, instead of putting me in the garrote-chair. I shan't speak of these things again; Intention them at the start, so that they need not be again referred to.
 "The name I gave you few moments ago is my real one. I will be twenty five years old next week. My mother died when was born; was an only child. and, some way or other, escaped being entirely spoiled. My father Heaven rest him!-died three years ago. He was an importer in Boston. and very wealthy"
 "Not Myron CrawfordS" the Cap- tain interrupted.
 "That was his name."
 "Bless me-can it be possible! Why. my lad, sailed his ships before you were born. But come to look at your face closely, l might have seen his looks in it.
 ''He always thought he was wealthy (the young man went on). and l sup posed when he died that had inherited great wealth. The settlement of his estate showed that it was heavily in- cumbered, and liable for other peo- ple's debts, and, to shorten q long story, 1 found myself with hardly a dollar in the world. Last spring 1 went to New Orleans, where l fell in with the tilibusters. But there is something to be told before we get to that.
 My dear father liked the climate of Cuba, and he made many visits to the island. These were usually arranged for my school-vacations, so that could go with him. Before became twenty, I had passed altogether as much as two years there. became about as proficient in the Spanish tongue as q native, and Havana is quite as familiar to me to-day as Boston. These facts will explain some other things about my es- cape that seem wonderful to you.
 "The standing and correspondence of my father made him acquaintances and friends among the best and richest people of the island, and you may im- agine that our visits were most delight full. I became enamored with Cuba its soil, it's climate, its great wealth of vegetation. I began to see when l was not more than sixteen years old what believe now to be true-that it is by nature the most favored corner of the globe. I read the history of the island, and l could not but see how the iron tyranny and grasping avaricc of Spain were dwarfing it. Once l spoke to my father on the subject, and he gave me some very good advice.
 "My son, read about Cuba, learn all you can about Cuba, and think all you want to-but don't say word till you get back to the United States. There S nothing too cruel or too mean for these Spanish authorities to do; and free speech is an expression that is not in their dictionary
 II needed his advice.
 "It was on the last of our summer wis its to the low attitudes that 1 met tho man whose heroic death you witnessed yesterday. My father had known hin for years, and had many commercial dealings with him; but circumstance, had prevented his accepting the otfel of his hospitalities at his magnificen tobacco plantation back of Matanzas At this time we passed there two of th' most delightful weeks of my life. Thi was in 1s47; our war with Mexico wa then raging. l was youth of twenty one; my father died the next year Lopez was at this time forty-eight. an' one of the most charming of men. H
 would talk by the hour of his militar.
 career in South America and Spain