Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1890-02-20

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70 Ii piI0tsd Aotoss ths ike
i an young Mr. Firth, be said,
my father owns the mills and I'll
pay Jon we'll.
hs bs spoke lie shifted . double
bag 81 leather that burg oyer the
saddle and gave out chink a. If iill-
"a with gold.
'I'lltpeak 10 my partner, said Bry-
an, withdrawing into the hut. 'Yon-
der. " he whispered ii Peters ear, Is
young Firth with the mill.hands
wagas 10 bis saddls.bags. He wants
to b ferried over this lake"
Wall, said Peter.
There must be four hupdred pounds
il those baga A fortune to ne.
But The Law would soon put stop
to onr enjoyment 81 H.
And who IL 70 know il Young Firth
gees 10 the bottom Of the lake 2 ask.
"a Bryan. 4 aell you, luck has come
10 d. Don't shrust il sway
Peter looked him full 10 the face
aud rose up and took the oars from
the wall.
Well ferry Master Firth over the
lake, be said aloud and the two
trapped out together
Young Firth had aIighted. Ho led
his horso, With the saailebags 10 the
edgs 81 the lake. Tie long boat. ID
which 20 many iadies and gentlemen,
prfgiss 81 6fteen cfitD. had crossed 10
dc RUINS Iay there
kirg viii 6seiaye binssif WE'LL
she 80 Hes hefse with
hla aad hsasi. efsal sp8 KISS
rts whinAisa "a 40lsaa hiA|
XII e4saa FaiaA Shoulder
g ind Bryan toak shsir plscah.
assihs boat moved hseyily out islo
he middle Of eLs deer sks There
q lifted bis cara ihso sAs bsst
sts gstss followed BE example.
Ias toy. With Bis elbow on the SAD.
de oa lis hand turned 80 hat the
baeA Il bin fsir bead rested % tas
ptln wa loohing Up n tbg moon,
tb;nsing d biz sweetheart psfhsps.
Heaioppsd bis y 60 to Bryan gloomy
face ii surprise.
'WhaE's this for 2. he asked.
~ be spoke, Bryan brought his
Gsl. with atone be held bid il ii,
against bis head and Peter caught his
ankle and trippcd him. He fell into
the lake like q dead thing, and van
ished under the dark water. Bryan
ssized the saddiebags, bat King, eeem-
ing 10 know something was wrong,
Turned and bit lin uriouslg
Icsirnck out with bis hoofs, crash-
ing against Peters knee. and sprang
over tho aide Of the boet.
SO much the better, said Bryan,
furioualy, IL he swims home we will
never be suspected.
He dragged the chinking bags to-
ward him, and The two men rowed
back 10 the spot they had started
from with difficulty. both suffering
fearful pain. Peter could not move
81 tex and Bryan's right arm was
burning ID though scared with red
bot iron but they reached chs shore.
AUD dragging sheif prizs 70 the eal,ias
barred the miserable door and liz their
yellow tallow dip at the smouldering
peat Gre.
Lets see what we've got, said Bry-
an, lifting the bags tc the dealtable.
Our pain will aoon Be over, but our
mopey will last. God knows how
much there must be here, ill in hard
coin. No bills to tell tales Of how
they we're come by. All hard, solid
gold and eilger.
He could only use his arm, but Pc
ter dragging himsolf to tho table,
helped him 10 undo the stout leather
faAtenings and Pour the contents on
the boards ard Satan, children, stood
behind grlnning for the round pieces
81 metal that tnmbled out before their
eyes, chinhiug and clashing together
were only bits Of iron little nuts
and clamps, Or what not--I cant tell
you just the names Of the things
that we're used in the machinery.
Young Firth had been 70 the bank,
sure enough, but the money was in a
pocket book next bis bosom. These