Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-06
The Captains Money.
A Tale of Buried Treasure, Cuban Reyoli
 and Adventure Upon the Seas.

and Adventure Upon the Seas. .I don't agree with t'cm "s says there needn't be no fear for the Nellie Willis. Not the pleasant young woman comin' up the street yondcr-God bless her bright cycs!-but her namc- sake that we saw round the point there so finely in August. don't say much, but think a good deal; and 1 says to myself that time, says I: Goodbye to Aaron Willis and his ship y
 A profound silence followed this re- mark. No one was ever presumptuous enough to ask the oracle the reasons for his opinions; but all knew that he | would not fail to state them as soon as they had made sufficient impression.
 II says to Aaron himsclf,' he con- tinued. in a moment. ''the day before he sailed - says l: Captain Aaron, you're a bold man to go to sea now. with all the spooks of old buccaneer Lobdcll and his crew going along with you
 "'O.' says he, with laugh-and I tell ye, it makes me shiver to hear any man laugh at a spook!-says he: there's enough of 'em roamin' round the old garret and down cellar, I'm afraid, but they'll never follow me. They'll stay right there. Fact is, have notion that the old freebooters got so in love while they were alive, that they can't quit it now, and lie quiet in their graves, as good Christian corpscs ortcr.
 Did he say Mat?" one of the ave- struck crowd asked.
 Aye, he did! I'd never had chance to talk with him so free before that, about the awful bad name tho old place has got. But he told me all about it."
 "What was it, Uncle Pcter!" half-a- dozen eagerly asked.
 The old man shook his head with an air and all aspect of supcrhuman wisdom.
 70, don't say what he told me. ] ain't one O your talkin' kind. Only do say that the things he told me was worse'n any thing we ever thought about the place."
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 Well. say I think too much of Mis- Willis and her pretty da'tcr, to put ailoat any more stories about that house. I've known Cap'in Willis nigh on thirty year, and 1 sailed with him when some of you didn't know bin- naclc from q bow-anchor. He's a sail or through and through, but dre'ful queer in some of his shore-ways. He knows, reckon, what for he keeps his women-folks III such q spook-rookery as that-or near to it. don't find no fault; but I do know that Peter Null lins wouldn't pass one night under that roof for the worth of all the freight under the hatches of that big three master out there in the bay.'
 'But you might just hint what he said."
 What's the use O hintin'? You | know now just as we'll as 1 could tell you, that there's been unearthly noises heard from the loft and the cellar oi the old rookcry. There's been lights seen Ilittin' from one window to an other; and everybody. grown men and women, as we'll as children, have stcered clear O the place alter dark What more dye wantp''
 "Wc all know that. Peter. But the man that lives there ought to be able to tell a gooI deal more nor that And he told you more'n he did us"
 ''You'd think so-you'd think so. reckon if you'd a heared him." The old sailors vanity was now sufficiently ministcrcd to, as that of a person pos. sesslng definite information about tine suspected locality which no one else ir Provincetown had gained. 'If you'd jest heard him talk! He's strange man. as I said, and there's no getein away from it We sailors sec queer things sometimes aboard ship, and peo pie as don't believe in ghosts orter t go to soa. awhile, and get posted up but for all that, I never heard any thing quite so spooky as Cap'in Willi. told mo that day about the old shell He's heard chains clankin' in the mid de of the night, .when he couldn' sleep for tho noise; and got up to set what was the matter. An he's seer 7 old Lobdell himself, with his red skull i cap on. and cutlass drippin' witt g blood, fyiu' round the horn. runnin down the crazy stairs and. the cellar laughin' like demon. He's seen al that, and a sreat deal moro"
 A profound silence fell on tho grou] !. after this revelation.
 'Well." resumed old Peter, after few energetic puffs, II spoke my min' right out to the Cap'in. says to him Q says I. 'Capfn Aaron, you're bray !, man and a good sailor. and all Prov :. incetown and every seaman that eve .a 3, .2Aaa,t