Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-05-25
TREASURE TROVE.

81 dreamed about that berried treasure
aoin las night, Jack" said old Skipper
Maxwell, resting his oars bit to draw his
sleeve across his weather beaten face'
which was moist with perspiration.
"Don,t doubt it a bit, Uncle SOL laugh
ed Jack Belchers, who sat in the stern
sheets of the Whitehall boat, sandpapering |
some mackerel jigs to a proper degree Of |
brightness.
"Oh, YOU can laugh" responded the old /
fisherman, locally known in yarmouth as
Uncle Sol, ''but there's more in dreams
than folks thinks for, an everybody in Bar
mouth knows that Cap'n Kidd hid more'n
one chist full Of gold along ON this here
shore"
81 know some people say So" returned
Jack lightly, but Uncle Sol, unheeding the
emphasized word, resumed his rowing and
went on:
'If you'n /, now, could only be lucky
enough TO find it, Jack, think OF the good
the money'd do usl | wouldn't hev to fish
fer Twin, an you could go ahead an hnlsh
your schooln jest the same's though
Squire Belchers had left you his property,
as folks always callated he would do"
Jacks bright face clouded little.
81 never shall understand why my
adopted father did not make will before
he died" he Responded; 'never, for he
smoke of doing so very freely the last time
/ was home on vacation"
''You don't spOse, Jack" said Skipper
Maxwell, involuntarily lowering his voice.
that Squire Belchers might "a made one
after all, and that air scaly brother OF his
LAWYER Bechers-got holt Of it an hid IL
away
''Nonsense," rather sharply interrupted
Jack. Lawyer Belchers is too shrewd to
commit a crime that would send him To
state prison. No, that sort Of thing is done
in stories a great deal oftener than In real
life"
'Pd believe anything that's bad OF
Thurston Belchers, or his boy either" Tho
skipper returned persistently Mem
her how mad folks said he was, he con
tinued with glance over his shoulder a
a distant sailboat, "when the squire tool
YOU home after your pa and ma was los
to sea, and made no bones Of tellin here II
Yarmouth how he cal'lated TO adopt you
which he finally did!'
eyes, | remember hearing something
about it, was his careless reply.
The boat having reached its destinatio
inst outside the harbor mouth, Skippe
Maxwell drew in his oars and dropped tn
killock. bucketful Of chopped clam
was used as bait, and very soon they wer
lingering line in either hand, one at tn
bow and the other in the stern, awaiting
bite.
"There they be-" muttered Uncle 50
dropping one line and pulling the 9TH
with the swift hand-oyer-hand motto
peculiar to the mackerel catcher
me, too" exclaimed Jack, and Tor
few moments the fishermen were bui
enoupb pulling in mackerel as fast as the
hands could fly.
"Struck off agin," observed Skipp
Maxwell, as once more the lines trend
downward through the intense greeni
black water There's the Spray bear
down to U.S." he added, and Jack involu
tarily frowned.
The Spray was the stanchest and har
soonest boat in yarmouth harbor. SOU
Belchers had her built for his adopted s
only the year before. But after his dea
no will was found, 30 his brother Thu
ton. as next Of kin, took out letters OF
ministration and coolly limited to JACK u
his room i'm the great old fashioned hou
so long his home, was better than his CO
pany.
Jack had spoken his mind very FIRE
both to Mr.. Belchers and Bradford,
son, a young fellow Of Jacks age. III
gathering up his clothing, books and /
sonal items Jack shook the dust OIL
feet. left the old house and took refuge
few days with Uncle Sol Maxwell, '
lived i'm a small one story house ON the e
of the shore.
Rather than be idle when he was lay
plans for his future actions, Jack, DIRE
according to his work, accompanied VI
Sol down the harbor in his trips Tor
fresh fish with which the latter supp
the two summer hotels which were
then full of visitors.
Bradford, or Brad, Belchers had at
taken possession Of the Spray, and 1t
the sight of the young man in a ma
boating suit steering the swiftly appro
ing boat in which was a gay party,
called the frown 70 jacks face.
"He,s irwin TO sh ow n his toat sal
said the skipper contemporary, as at
sight of the small boat Brad hauled
wind and headed directly Tor them.
ssSay. YOU two fellows, ct any ifs
sellY" shouted Brad in his most patr
ing tone and manner as soon as the ,
came within hail.
Jack bit his lip without replying.
denly Skipper Maxwell sprang TO his
'eLuff-luff, you laundering tool-do
want to run us DOWN." he roared.
But the warning came too late. III
boats sharp stem crashed through the
of the smaller skiff, whose occupants
aged to scramble aboard the Spray al
chorus Of screams from the young lad
the party.
sIill be even with you yet for sinkii
boat, young feller," wrathfully excla
Uncle Sol, turning to Brad, who Il
rather ashamed for the moment.
"Why didn't you keep your old bot
Of the wayf" growled Brad.
Jacks eyes flashed with indignatio
nothing more was said or done u
Spray arrived at the wharf
The loss Of his boat was serious \
Tor Uncle Sol. And it was in vain q
n,Iied IN Brad's father for redress