Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-04-25
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lam SUITED his seat uneasily, and threw
another stone.
MY dear Mr., jones'" said the young
man, assuming the flippant style which
Matt found SO irritating, Il have often
wondered how you get your living"
William started nervously.
you are, believe, "a fisherman by
profession; yet you never go fishing.
You possess boat; but you are seldom
seen to use 1t. You are not, think, of
poetical disposition; yet you spend
your days in watching the water, like a
poet, or a person in love. conclude,
very reluctantly, that your old habits
stick to you, and that you speculate on
the disasters of your fellow-creatures."
what dye mean, MASTERY" grunted
William, puzzled and little alarmed
by this style Of address.
"A nice wreck, now, would admirably
suit your tastesp A well-laden India
man, smashing up on the reef yonder,
would lend sunshine to your existence
and deepen your faith in a paternal
Proyidencep Eli, Mr.. Jonesp
Il don't know nowt about no wrecks"
was the reply. They're no consarn o
mine."
"Ah, but have heard you lament the
good old times, when wrecking was a
respectable occupation, and when there
were no impertinent coast-guards to in
terfere with respectable followers of the
business. BY the way, l have often
wondered, Mr.. Jones, IL popular report
Is true, and If, among these cliffs or the
surrounding sand-hills, there is buried
treasure, cast up from time to time by
the sea, and concealed by energetic per-
sons like yourself?'
William Jones could stand this no
longer. Looking as pale as it was pos
sible for SO rubicund person to be-
come, and glancing round him suspi-
ciously, he rose to his feet.
Il know nowt o. that" he said. IF
there Is summat, / wish could find il;
but such things never come the way of
honest chaps like me. Good-mornin'
masteri Take poor mans advice, and
don't you go swimming 10 more near
the Devils Caldron!"
So saying, he walked off i'm the drec-
ton of the deserted village. Presently
Brinkley rose and followed him, keep
ing him steadily in view. From time
to time William Jones looked round, as
IL to see whether the other was coming;
lingering when Brink]ey fingered, hast
ening his pace vhsn Brinkley hastened
his. AS an experiment, Brinkley turn
.. and began walking back toward the
cliR. GlaEcing round over his shoulder,
he saw that William Jones had also
tnrped, and was walking back.
"CuriOusl" he reflected. "The innO-
cent one is keeping me in view. have
good mind TO breathe himl"
He struck off from the path, and hast
ened, running rather than walking, to-
ward the sand-hills. So soon as he was
certain that he was followed, he began
70 run IN good earnest. To his delight
Wiii.ara began running too. He eplung-
o. among the sand-hills, and was soon
engaged busily running up and down
them hither and thither. From time to
time he caught glimpse Of his pur-
suer. 1t was an exciting chase. When
ne had been engaged In it for half an
hour, and was almost breathless him.
self, he suddenly paused in one Of the
deep hollows, threw himself down on
his back, and Lit q cigar. A few min
ttes afterward, he heard sound as oil
violent putting and breathing, and the
next instant William Jones, painting
gasping, perspiring at every pore, ap-
peared above him.
How dye do, Mr.. Jones" he cried
gayly. Come and havea q cigar!"
Instead Of replying, William Jones
looked completely thunder-sfruck, and
after glaring feebly down and .mutter.