Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-23


 Harold got the door open and entered. shutting it behind him. It was, if anything, more disagreeable in the empty silence of the wide place, for the space roofed over was considerable, than it had been outside, and the question at once arose in bis mind, what was he to do now that he had got there? If tho treasure was there at all, probably it was deep down in the bowels of the great mound. We'll, as he was on the spot, he thought that he might as we'll have a dig, though probably nothing would come of it. In the corner were pickax and some spades and shovels, Harold got them, advanced to the center of the space and, half laughing at his own folly, set to work. First, having lighted another lantern which was kept there, he removed with the sharp end of the pickax large patch of the encaustic tiles exactly in the center of the depression. Then, having loos- ened the sod beneath with the pick, he took off his ulster and fell to digging with will. The soil proved to be very sandy and easy to work. Indeed, from its appearance he soon came to the conclusion that it was not virgin earth, but worked soil, which had been thrown there Presently his spade struck against something hard; he picked it up and held it to the lantern. It proved to be an an- cient spear head, and near it were some bones, though whether or no they were
  termine. This was very interesting, but it was scarcely what he wanted, so he dug on manfully until he found himself chest deep in kind of grave. He had been digging for an hour now, and was getting very tired. Cold as it was, the precipitation poured from him. As he paused for breath he heard the church clock strike two, and very solemnIy it sound ed down the wild ways of the wind torn winter night. He dug on 8 little more, and then seriously thought of giving up what he was somewhat ashamed of having under taken. How was he to account for this great hole to his gardener on the following morn inga Then and there he made up his mind that he would not account for it. The gardener, in common with the rest of the vil- lage, believed that the place was haunted Let him set down the hole to the ''spooksn and their spiritual activity Still he dug on at his grave for a little longer. It was by now becoming matter of exceeding labor to throw the shovelfuls of soil clear of the hole. Then he determined to stop, and with this view scrambled, not with out difficulty, out of the amateur tomb. Once out, his eyes fell on a stout iron crow bar which was standing among the other tools, such an implement as is used to make holes in the earth wherein to set hurdles and stakes; and it occurred to him that it would not be bad idea to drive this crowbar into tho bottom of the grave which he had dug, in order to ascertain if there was anything within his reach. Accordingly he once more descended into the hole and began to work with the iron crow, driving it down with all his strength. When he had got it almost as deep as it would go, that Is about three feet, it struck something-something hard-there was no doubt of it. He worked away in great excitement, widening the hole as much as he could.
 Yes, 1t was masonry, or if it was not masonry, it was something uncommonly like it. He drew the crow out of the hole, and, seizing the shovel, commenced to dig again with renewed vigor. As he could no longer conveniently throw the soil from the hole he took "skep" or leaf basket, which lay handy, and placing it beside him, put as much of the sandy soil as he could lift into it, and then lifted 1t and shot it on the edge of the pit. For three-quarters of an hour he labored thus most manfully, till at last he came down to