The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-04-29
no word or message evan to show that
he returned his regard.

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he returned his regard.
Uncle Sol made no answer. Like
many of his kind, he was inclined to
superstition. 1t was the full of the
moon, and according to an old legend
it was at sach time that the marks on
Kidd's Ledge locating the burying
place eia pot of gold were visible.
Tie skipper Was thinking Of this.as.
masking some careless excuse, he rose,
sid strolling down to the shore took
bis way along the shadows Of the beet
ling lodges, leaving Jack plunged in
rather gloomy meditation.
just before reaching Kidd's Ledge.
which was said to be marked by three
crosses cut In the stone, a murmur OF
voices reached his ear. Stopping and
crouching low in the shadow Of great
bowlder, Uncle Sol peered cautiously
out. Two persons, whose backs were
toward him, were bending over the
sand at the foot of Kidd's Ledge-ap-
parently digging with all their might
at the base Of the rock.
"By the big horn spoon!" muttered
the old skipper excitedly, somebody's
berried and is diggin' for it,"
The evening was calm and still, with
only the gentle swash of the sea waves
on The beach to break the silence. Hes
itating moment, Uncle Sol stole out
along to the other side of Kidd's Ledge
and softly climbed upward till he
reached the top. Then worming him
self along to the edge, he peeped over.
"What possessed you to run such a
tremendous risk, Bradfordp" were the
first intelligent words that reached the
skipper's ears;
"No great risk about it" coolly re.
turned the other. "No one knew that
Uncle Josh had made will, and as
happened to find it in the tin trank
with some other papers, l slipped il
away and buried it here"
"Why hereP" asked Mr.. Belchers,
who did not seem so much shocked a
might have been expected.
q knew the house would be ransack.
ed, and didn't want to carry it home, u
was the surly reply.
The skipper who had listened with
an amazement too deep sor words, felt
his heart almost stop beating rs the
whole truth of the matter flashed across
his mind.
Dragging himself still farther for.
hard, Uncle Sci craned his neck until
he could see what was going on below,
Brad had disinterred small square
trunk of japanned tin, which stood
open on the sand. His father had
taken one of tho papers and, lighting a
match, was reading the heading.
Last will and testament of Joshua
Belchers, Esquire" he read aloud
"Hum, well. hardly know what to dc
! about this"
1t occurred to Uncle Sol that an hon.
est man would know without studying
such question for moment.
"Burn it,of course" tersely respond
ed Brad
"If did" said his father, .solemnly
cit would only be to-er-save you
from the consequences of what yor
have DONE"
Cannon" sneered Brad. "Yor
know you're as anxious to hold on tc
the property as am-burn 1t, say
Mr.. Belchers pretended to hesitate
Then, drawing another match from
his pocket, he struck it on the rocks, as
the two stood close together. Uncle
Sol opened his mouth to yell, when
suddenly he overbalanced himself, a nd
down he went, the yell escaping as he
pitched forward. Rolling down the
steep and slippery ledge, he struck
heavily on Mr.. Belcher's head anG
Brad's shoulders, throwing them botl
| to the sand.
Neither of them stopped there. Two
more frightened individuals nevel
scrambled from recumbent position
and took to their heels without 50 mucl
as casting glance behind.
aye couldn't see 'em fer the sane
they kicked up behind 'em." chuck
lingly observed Uncle Sol, as ten min
utes later he displayed to Jacks aston
ished eyes the tin trunk containing
the missing will and told his story
| with great gusto.
1t is almost needless to say that the
recovered will was entirely in jack
favor. Everything was left to hin
without reservation, Lawyer Titcoml
being appointed trustee to hold the
property till Jack came of age.
IL knowed I'd get even with then
two critters, only ! didn't think il
would be SO soon," said Sncle Sol; "an
now, Jack, don't lose minute, but
hurry up to Lawyer Titcomb's and en-
ter n complaint agin' 'em for larcen
izin' mans with iotcnt to defraud, o
whatever you call it."
"What for?" TRANQUILITY interrupted
Jack.
"So's to have EN- both put n state'
prism, of course" returned Uncle Sol
with a bewildercd stare.
"1'll think aboutit, Uncle SOL" salt
trunk, he male his way uptown. Blu
instead of stopping at Lawyer Tit
combs he kept on till he reached TIL
old homestead where Mr.. Belchcrs an,
Bradford had taken up their abode.
The lawyer and his son, having re
covered from their fright, were abou
to return to the shore, when Jack ap
peared. At the sight of the trunk th
two grew as pale as ashes.
II will trouble you both to leave m
premises" coolly observed Jack.
happen to have here the will whicl
you, Brad, stole and hid away, an
you, Mr.. Belchers," turning to tn
lawyer, intended to burn.
What could be said to such an accu
sationP Mr.. Belchers stammere
something about mistake and hui
riedly departed.
i 81 suppose now you've got the viii
hand you'll pay US off in-in our ow
coin," doggedly remarked Brad, VIII
had fingered behind
what do you mean?" asked Jack.
"Whv, shove us into states prison.
81 shall do nothing of the kind,
firmly returned Jack, though yo
both richly deserve it. No one bu
Uncle Sol Maxwell and I know wha
! you have done, and l don't intend an
one shall"
you'd orter had your revenge agir
'em, Jack" grumbled Uncle Sol, VIII
no longer goes fishing for living
"You orter, for fac'-it's poor rul
that won't work both ways"
/ II know one that DON'T" answere
Jack!
"What ones that?"
"The golden rule" said Jack, quiet
ly; "for whatsoever ye would that ME
should do to you, do ye even SO unit
Them"