The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-04-29
TREASURE TROVE.

John ttendrick Bangs, In Harpers Magazine,
TREASURE TROYE.
al dreamed about that berried treas.
ure agin las night, Jack" said old
Skipper Maxwell, resting his oars bit
to draw his sleeve across his weather
beaten face, which was moist with pers-
piration.
"Don't doubt it n bit, Uncle Sol, y
laughed JacHBelchers, who sat in the
stern sheets of the Whitehall boat, sand
papering some mackerel iigs to prop,
er degree of brightness.
"Oh, you can laugh" responded the
old fisherman, locally known in Bar.
mouth as Uncle Sol; "but there's more
in dreams than folks think for, an
everybody in yarmouth knows tina,
Cap'n Kidd hid MORN one chist full Of
gold along on this here shore"
u know people say so," returned
Jack. lightly, but Uncle Sol. nnheedine
the emphasized word, resumed his
rowing and went on:
"If you'n /, now, could only be lucky
enough to find it, Jack, think of tho
good the moncy'd do us! l wouldn't
have to fish for livin', an you could
60 ahead an finish your schoolin' jest
the same's though Squire Belchers had
left you his property, as folks always
cal'lated he would do"
Jacks bright face clouded little.
"I never shall understand why my
adopted father did not make will be.
fore he died." he responded; "never,
for he spoke of doing so very freely
the last time | was home on A yaca.
ton"
"You don't s'pose, Jack" said Skip,
per Maxwell, ,involuntarily lowering his
voice, "that Squire Belchers might a
made one after all, and that air scaly
brother Of his-Lawyer Belchers-got
holt of it an hid it away"
Nonsense" rather sharply inter.
rupted Jack. Lawyer Belchers is toe
shrewd to commit crime that would
send him to states prison; no, that
sort of thing is done in stories great
deal oftener than in real lfe."
"1'd believe anything that's bad OF
Thurston Belchers, or his boy either.
the skipper returned persistently.
! "Member how mad folks said he was,
he continued with glance over his
shoulder at distant sailboat, "wher
the squire took you home after your
pa and ma was lost at sea, and made
no bones of tellin' here in Barmoutt
how he cal'lated to adopt you, which
he finally did?"
"Yes, remember something about
it," was his careless reply.
The boat having reached its destina
tion just outside the harbor mouth
Skipper Maxwell drew in his oars anC
dropped the killock. A bucketful o.
chopped CLANS was used as bait, and
very soon they were lingering line il
either hand, one at the bow and the
other in the stern, awaiting bite.
"There they be" muttercd Uncle
Sol, dropping one line and pulling the
other with the swift hand over hant
motion peculiar to the mackere
catcher.
"Mc, too exclaimed Jack, and fol
a few moments the fishermen were
busy enough pulling in mackerel as
fast as their hands could fly.
"Struck off agin," observed Skipper
Maxwell, as once more the lines trend
ed downward through the intense
greenish black water. There's the
Spray bearin' down to u.s." he added
and Jack involuntarily frowned
The Spray was the staunchest ane
handsom'est boat in Barmonth harbor
Squire Belchers had her built for hi.
adopted son only the year before. But
after his death no will was found. 50
his brother Thurston, as next of kin
took out letters of administration ant
coolly hinted to Jack that his room il
the great old-fashioned house, so long
his home, was better than his com
pany.
Jack had spoken his mind very free
ly both to Mr.. Belchers and Bradford
his son a young fellow of Jacks age
Then, gathering u2 his clothing, book
and personal items Jack shook the dus
off his fec the old home and tool
refuge fo days with Uncle So
Maxwell, lived in small one
story house on the edge of the shore.
Rather than be idle while he wa
laying plans for his future actions
Jack, dressed according to his work
accompanied Uncle Sol down the har
Dor in his trips for the fresh fish will
which the latter supplied the two sum
mer hotels, which were just then full
OF visitors.
Bradford, or Brad, Belchers had a
once taken possession of the Spray, ant
it was the sight of the young man in
flannel boating suit steering the swift
| ly approaching boat. in which was
gay party, that called the frown t.
Jacks face.
Hes tryin' to show off his boat sail
in',," said the skipper contemptuously
rs at the sight of the small boat Brat
hauled his wind and headed directl,
for them.
"Say, you two fellows got any fish t.
sellp" shouted Brad in his most patron
izing tone and manner as soon as tn
Spray came within hail.
Jack bit his lip without replying
Suddenly Skipper Maxwell sprang t
his feet.
"Luff-luff, you laundering fool--d,
you want to run us DOWN." he roared
But the warning came too late. Th
catboat's sharp stern crashed through
the side of the smaller skiff, whose oc
cupants managed to scramble aboar'
the Spray. amid chorus OF scream
from the young ladies of the party.
| "I'll be even with you yet for sinkin
my boat young feller," wrathfully ex
claimed Uncle Sol, turning to Brad
who looked rather ashamed for tn,