Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-14
The Captains Money.
A Tale of Buned Treasure. Cuban Reyol,
 and Adventure Upon the Seas.

remained: there was not even charred beam or plank. What caused the con- llagration was never discovered. To no one was the loss less troublesome than to the owners of the old house. Secure now in the possession of mod crate competence. cherishing the memory of Captain Willis, and yet with paramount feelings of bathing and disgust for the place, Mrs. Willis and Mrs. Crawford Cfor Nellie Willis had ceased to exist in society as we'll as in the mcrchant-service) could truthfully say, as they did. that they were not sorry for the casualty.
 The kind reader who has followed the story SO far is notified that the Lobdell house hardly exists in tradition now in Provincetown. Should he go to it's site in the pleasant New England summer, he will find it covered with pretty cottages in the Queen Anne style, on the piazzas of which women and children spend the long afternoons looking out over the bay. from which the salt breeze comes up refreshingly. They never dream-and it is certainly better that they should not know-of the stirring life-drama, closing with tragedy, that was thirty-five years ago enacted upon this spot.
 As the winter advanced. Henry Craw- ford did not improve as rapidly as the physician had predicted, and that con- scientious professional man urged trip to the tropics. Mrs. Willis. com fortably located with her sister, and with plans for the future not yet formed. agreed with the doctor. ob- serving that as Helen and Henry had not as yet thought best to take bridal trip, perhaps the warning of the doctor might furnish an excuse to combine business with pleasure.
 This was so near an approach to a joke. that MT. Crawford looked with surprise upon his staid and widowed mother-in-law. She smiled quite dis tinctly at him.
 Mrs. Crawford urged the trip Her loving heart had taken alarm from the mere fact of the physician's advice.
 "Well." said the young husband, "weIl go-on one econdition-Tm some what acquainted with those attitudes. There are places ill the southern seas where l shouldn't like to be found, just now. I'll go. if can arrange the trip"
 The condition was easily allowed.
 It was late in February when they left New York by steamer for Charles ton. Some days later they took sail ing vessel from the latter place for New Orleans.
 They were full two weeks on the way. Crawford explained to his bride how it was that the powerful current of the Gulf Stream, setting northward along the coast of Florida, compels sailing vessels to go more than four hundred miles eastward. to find southern passage.
 In many hours of the moonlight nights. as we'll as of the pleasant days of the delightful passago, she was on deck with him. viewing the low-lying islands, the emerald hue of the water, and the pure white bottom at the shal- lows. He explained to her tho mys- teries of throwing the lead, and what the landsman meant by his cries of "Six-and half tive!' At one point on a remote shore of New Providence, the vessel passed close to the charred remains of the '.Nellie Willis" The newspapers had been busy with the facts of the tragic fate of the bark; Crawford's name had been widely mentioned; his identity had been dis. covered by the passengers on this yes. sel-and with Helen leaning on his shoulder, he was compelled to give the true story of the mutny and its results to those who sat on the after-deck that moonlight night.
 As the vessel approached the coast of Cuba, he pointed out to her the range of mountains in the back ground and the Pan of Matanzas- near the sea. Sailing westward that night, he pointed out the great revolving, flashing light of Moro Castle, twenty miles away.
 'It wouldn't be we'll for me to land there," he observed. "Those Span- iards have long memories. Our course
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