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

Smiling at his absurd fears, he sa, down and reflected. All was going | prospcrously with him: he was domi | cilcd in the house where the treasure
 was concealed; no living person knew
 of its existence but he. It was perfect. ly safe in its place of concealmcnt
 The next thing was to get Mrs. Willis
 and Helen out of the house; then tc
 devise secure plan to remove the
 money.
 He thought of Helen; and his brow
 darkened. Success would crown his
 efforts; yet without her, it would not
 be complete.
 But she'll never see him again." he
 thought. Il must be patient. Time
 works wonders; time will soften. her
 stubborn heart when she finds he does
 not return. By all the gods, I'll have
 her yet! She will have one more chance. The next time she'll not re- fuse me-and fifty thousand dollars!"
 Mrs. Willis sat alone at the tea table, and her manner was anything but cordial. He inquired for Helen, and was told that she refused to meet MT. Hunter. The mother added, with some acerbity, that Helen would go to Boston i'll the morning. to stay week with her aunt The perfect coolness and nonchalance of Hunters manner under the delicate circumstances in which he appeared in her house had somewhat puzzled and an- noyed the good lady; but his demeanor upon hearing this an- nouncement, which she had expected would disconcert him, not only vexed but annoyed her. He merely said "Ah!' and elevated his black eyebrows. Then he fell to and ate hearty SUD- per. He complimcnted Mrs. Willis on her biscuits, and ate round dozen of them. He almost exhausted her pa tience with his calls for more tea, talk ing garrulously all the time of different varieties of the herb, and what he had read about the modes of preparing it. When the tea-things were cleared away and Mrs. Willis had returned to the sitting room. Hunter fingered, hoping that Helen would appear; but she did not. The candles were lighted and he was told which one he might take when he was ready to retire, but the hint was thrown away upon him. Mrs. Willis wished to ask many questions about hd1 husband, but she was so thoroughly provoked at her strange and unwelcome guest that she kept silence. Finally he bade her good night, and went up to his room. Between her annoyance and her mysti- fication upon Hunters conduct, Mrs. Willis was in very unsettled state of mind and went in to talk the matter over with Helen. But the latter, usually so mild and gentle in her ways, was thor oughly aroused at the mans rude persistency, and she refused even to talk of him. She had already packed her trunk, to be ready for her departure, and made no scruple of informing her mother that she should not return un- til MT. Hunter had left the house. Mrs. Willis remained awake half an hour after Helen had begun to dream of Henry Crawford escaping from Span ish dungeon, and coming back to her with a ball and chain on each leg, his hands manacled, and his moustache shaved of: The mother perplexed her self with plans as to how she should contrive to inform their guest in the morning that she was not at liberty to offer him her hospitalities any longer and she fell asleep over the problem. Between ten and eleven o'clock there were no lights visible in the house. The night was wild and misty. The far-away bark of dog and the faint sound of bells striking on the vesseh in the harbor were the only noises.