The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-07-13
THE BURIED TREASURE.

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stockings to darn beside her, was
seated by the kitchen fire lamenting a
dollar of which pedler had cheated
her that day.
II might as we'll have buried it in
the ground I" she said.
Talking of buried money!" said
my grandfather from his corner,
there was queer thing happened
when l was boy. I don't know as
ever told you about it,"
Ny brother Joe and 1 looked at
each other and giggled. We knew
the story by heart; but my father,
who had taken up the county paper
to rest himself after u hard days
| work in the field, laid it down re-
gtfuil7.
%HWhat is it, sir?" he said. as
though he had never heard 1t before.
Grandfather was very old and
mmbled when he talked, Joe and
we're shelling corn into a great tub.
trying which could heap no the
biggest pile of cobs, l should not
have listened to the story, which l
had heard several times, if it had not
been for my cousin Will, who lived
in the city and had come to visit us
before going to work in the mill.
The story was new to him.
buried money! - he said, pulling
his chair up close to grandfather and
turning his thin. sharp face up to
him. Whats that?" What's
that ?" he said. "Buried money !"
1 could understand grandfather
well enough, though his teeth were
gone. and he fell asleep now and
then and W. Ike with a start.
When he was hoy, near Philadel-
phia, soon after the revolution, his
father, being Quaker. r.Tory, was un.
popular in the neighborhood. He re.
solved to move into the wilderness OF
Central Pennsylvania. He therefore
sold his farm and house, and taking
part of the money with him, buried
the rest on the farm, as he was afraid
to carry so large an amount with
him into the wild country. He in
tended when he had settled his fam
lily in their new home 10 come back
for it.
Thought he'd live forever"
grandfather grumbled. "But he died
sudden that spring. and there the
money is yet. We'd all have been
rich folks if we had it,"
"But did nobody 60 to find it ?''
asked Will, breathIessly.
who'd go? Mother was weakly
and couldn't make the journey again
I was a little chap. When l grew up
l went. But I never could find the
farm nor the house, Things had al
tered 80 round Philadelphy l reckon
the house was clean gone"
"Where did he bury it Did he
tell you ?" asked Will, putting Ut
his chair closer.
"Let me see." grandfather winked
and knitted his brows trying to re-
member. "In the cellar of thesmoke.
house. he always said, in a tin boX.'
"The smoke house What does he
mean ?" Will said, turning to us.
1.-THE house for smoking pork and
beef" Joe said. "Good gracious
don't you know anything of Pennsyl'
vania ? Every farm house has one.'
"And you could find no trace ol
this smoke house ?" asked Will, 60.
ing back to grandfather.
"No; nor of the house neither. Ii
must haye been a grand house in its
day. too. 1t was built of stone and
had a plow cut on the side. and the
date 1745. 1t was in Delaware
county,"
ibid you ever go to look for it.
uncle ?" Will asked of my father.
"Never," he answered gruffiy. 81
have no time to waste travelling hun
dreds of miles for nothing"
Will was very quiet that night
The next day he piled grandfather
with questions until the poor old man
was tired of his fayorite story.
Will had but three days to stay
with US. His father had died, leav'
ing him alone and penniless in the
world. My father, who was a pool
farmer, had, with much trouble, Sc
cured places for him and Joe in an
iron mill just opened in the valley
They were to begin work the mex
day.
Its not easy work, boys" fathe!
said that night. "It's hard. AnC
you begin at the bottom. But there,
a chance for you to rise."
"I'll try. SIR" said Joe. His face
red and his eyes shone I had never
seen him so excited. He was a quiet
plodding boy.
But will said nothing until father