The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-05-17
THE HIDDEN TREASURE.

''our own house, JackP cried Mrs.
Jelh, in perfect gale of glee, as she
danced about and clapped her hands like
thirteen year-old child.
"Our very own," said Mr.. jeff, nod
ding his head mplace1sly-'with the
triiing exception Of a mortgage of three
hundred dollars"
"But we shall sooD pay that"
ayes, we shall soon pay that
''Six rooms, said the wife, running
from one end 10 the other of her do
mains, peeping into closets and esamin-
ing cupboartis with truly bird-like ye-
locitJ OF motion-''six whole rooms,
Jsck-kitchen, parlor, two bedrooms,
studio and dining room Who could
possibly want morel Jack, we are rich !
Look at those purple topped hills roll
| ing of TO the west; see the magnificent
! plain OF the sound on the east. You'll
! paint the grandest pictures ever dreamed
/ of Anybody would be inspired in such
an atmosphere as this, And you will be
famous, and | shall shine through your
! reflected lustre The wife of the great
/ artist, JelfI' That's what people will
call me, and oh, how proud shall be-"
''But," said Jack, smiling affection
ately down on Nanny's plump face,
''where's your servant room2 You seem
10 have left that out Of your calculations
entirely.n
Servants room. indeed Who wants
c servants room, when we aren't going
TO hage any sefvdnt3is nodfzc Mrs. .lelf
's-snl l'rue and have planned TO DO
the sNnsk betweeE Us such economists
as we're going TO be There's only one
| pity-that the water supply is so far
away from the house. Look the
stream is clear on under that knot of
willows"
"Whewn cried Mr.. jeff, craning his
neck to look out of the top row Of win
dow panes. ''Do you mean to say that
all the water has got TO be brought from
that placel"
Except what we catch in the hogs
head at the kitchen caves
THAT won't do, " said jeff. 81 com
prehend now how the pace came TO be
sold so cheap. The man that lived here
last had three wives, and buried every
one of 'em. l understand that now.
Nan, what fools we have beenl Why
didn't we inquire into the hydraulic side
of the question before we bought this
place"
I've supposed everybody must have
water, sighed amy.
"Never mind, dear; I'll bring in
supply every morning before go to nv
studio, " encouraged elf
''And what is TO become of your nicely
Of touch and steadiness of handi' cried
Nanny, aghast
'.lNeil, who is to bring Il thens You
or Aunt frueF
.sage can lay pipes to the kitchen
- ---N. suggested Mrs JEFF.
onnre Of pressure to ke had p
just then Auat frae eame beaning
"E.urekar' cried she, 81 have found
Found whatP' cried both the married
lovers.
1.-THE teeniest little spring, close to
the stone wall by the besch. Just
thread Of water, but the purest and
sweetest you ever tasted. l had to hold
a gourd-shell under 1t for five minutes to
get drink of water, but
Then" sighed Nanny, 'ft won't do
u any good. Cne can't spend ones
whole time dia ing water"
Wont it, though" said Mr.. jeff.
''We'l dig a well ="
q we'll, cried Nanny, clasping her
hands together. why has no one ever
thought Of this beforel A welI-and so
handy to the kitchen doori And we'll
have the curb painted rusty orange, and
delightful old fashiond we'll sweep.
and
mo, we won'tfn said Aunt Prue, who
served as bslance-wheel in the cratic
machinery of this artistic young house
hold. We'll have it boxed in with
pipes into the house, and faucet to turn
on"
We'll, we'll have water, anyway
said Nanny. "But-isn't it dreadful
job to dig well, Jack, dear2'
81 II soon find out whether it is or
not, " cheerfullY remarked Mr. jeff. Cpd
as soon spend my time in digging as in
carrying water half mile day rain OF
shine"
Cut wells have TO be stoned up, don't
they And you don't know anything
abou: stoning up a WELL" wisely re-
marked Many.
-, cry well, then, I'll exchange work
with some of the fellows hereabouts that
do understand H.
So the troublesome water question
was settled; the jeff family moved their
little belongings into sedge Cottage, as
Nanny christened the new abode, and
Mr.. jeff, before he even laid in a soli-
tary background Of his beloved can.
vases began to dig under the pinky
blossoms OF the old apple tree, where the
moisture turned the grass to more vi
yid green, and the bright drops soaked
away among the roots of the violets.
After day or two, however, he sys-
tematized his work more carefully.
daylight is daylight. said he. 81
can paint By the light of the sun, and I'll
put in the time digging before the moon
sets.
81 wonder you hadn't thought Of that
before, - said Nanny, who was diligently
sewing together the breadths of her new
ingram carpet while Aunt Prue polished
the windows and kept watch over the
dinner pot on the stove.
When she and Aunt Prue had the
kitchen tidied up, and the ingram carpet
nicely tackled on the parlor floor, at
ten o'clock that night, they went out
into the soft spring moonlight to see
how Jack was getting on in his self i'm
posed task
To their surprise he was not alone.
Half-a-dolen stalwart men. in variously-
colored shirt sleeves and divers styles OF
battered hats. we're working with him.
"sracious melr cried Nanny, where
did be hire so many men"
Il haven't hired EN- said Jack. "They
volunteered to help me
''Well, VIC did" said the biggest and
burliest Of all. pausiDg to wipe his
streaming brow with red cotton hand
kerehicf.
"of all neighborly people, the Kidd's
Pointers are the most SO" said Jack,
looking around on his CONDUCTORS with
genial smile
oval, We gin'ally like to take
hand in mos everything that's Eoin'
on, said Ephraim Gill, leaning on his
spade, and staring complacently around
him. 'But we never thought O. scoop
Il. J. a l.