Arizona republican., 1893-06-24
HIDDEN TREASURE.
rrclo Sol Found a Fortune, But
 Not as He Expected.

Not as He Expected. oI dreamed about that buried trcas- .., again last night, Jack" said old sinper Maxwell, resting his oars bit draw his sleeve across his weather S,,en face, which was moist with expiration.
 mont doubt it bit, Uncle Sol," .crhcd Jack Belchers, who sat in the s,rn sheets of the dory, sandpapcring ,nc maclScrel jigs to proper degree brightness
 If you'n I, now, could only be lucky
 o,urh to find it. Jack, think of the .d the moncy'd do usl wouldn't ', to fish fer Twin, an you could go ,sead and finish your schoolin' just the sne's though Squire Belchers had ,f you his property, as folks always ,sIatcd he would do."
 I shall never understand why my ,Spted father did not make a will be- he he died," Jack responded; never, w he spoke of doing so very freely ss last time l was home on vacation" ["
 You don't s'pose, Jack" said Skip
 r Maxwell, involuntarily lowering IS voice, that Squire Belchcrs might | made one, after all, and that air ,ay brother of his-Lawyer Belchers -,ot hold of it an hid it away?"
 Nonsense" rather sharply inter. r,ted Jack. Lawyer Belchcrs is too trwd 60 commit crime that would end him to state prison. No, that sort thing is done in stories great deal Aener than in real life"
 I'd believe anything that's bad of hurston Belchers, or his boy either," .s skipper returned, consistently.
 The boat, having reached its destina- DO just outside the harbor mouth, lippcr Maxwell drew in his oars and topped the killock. A bucketful of SOpped clans was used as bait, and Pry soon they were lingering line in s,her hand, one at the bow and the ther in the stern. awaiting bite.
 There they be-" muttercd Uncle N, dropping one line, and pulling the tber with the swift hand-over-hand .o;ion peculiar to the mackerel s.cher,
 Me, tool" exclaimed Jack, and for a sT moments the fishermen were busy nonEh pulling in mackerol as fast as aar hands could fly.
 struck off again" observed Skipper hzuru, as once more the lines tended sUnward through the intense green ,hblack water. There's the Spray Tsrn' down to us," he added, and hss invOluntarily drowned. The Spray was the stanchest and .lisomcst boat in Barmouth harbor. Nli-e Bclchcrs had her built for his a0pted son only the year before. Ba, after his death no will was found, 9 his brother Thurston, as next of kin, 1o6 out letters of administration and polly hintcd to Jack that his room in be great old-fashioned house, so long s home, was better than his com; any
 Rl,hcr than be idle when he was ,riNg plans for his future actions, lac6 dressed according tO his work, scJI .olicd Uncle Sol down the har- b, jH his trips for the fresh fish with rbich lhc latter supplied the two sum- ssr hotels, which were just then full tvistorS.
 Bradtord, or Brad, Belchcrs had at Ige taken possession of the Spray, rl t was the sight of the young man ithc flannel boating suit steering the .Tnlr approaching boat, in which TaS a gay party, which called the tOTn to Jacks face.
 Hes tryin' to show off his boat sail 2" sad the skipper, contemptuously, sat thc sight of the small boat Brad ag.ed hls wind and headed directly h,hem.
 "Say you two fellows, got any fish Q Seli2" shouted Brad, in his most H,ronizinp tone and manner, as soon .V the Spray came within hal.
 Jack bit his lip without replying. Nddrnly Skipper Maxwell sprang to a feet. "LufT-luff, you laundering 5oI-do you want to run us down?" he pared.
 But the warning came too late. Tho z.b0at's sharp stem crashed through l2 side of the smaller sliiiF, whose &cGaants managed to scramble aboard .e spray amid chorus of screams ao1 inc young ladies of the party.
 The loss of his boat was a serious a1.rr for Uncle Sol. And it was in ea 'llt he applied to Brads father E m'ross. Mir. Bclchcrs would not Ger listen to him.
 twa, the full of the moon and. ac- a'1lny 10 an old legend, 1t was at such 'N@. ,aat tho marks on Eidl'S ledge a@aag the burying place ot pot of .4"..c visible.
 The skipper was thinking of this as, a.src ,omc careless excuse, he rose, 1o, Nrolling down to the shore, took A "ay along the shadows of the beet '1s edccs, leaving Jack plunged in A.acr y.OOmy mcditatious.
 Jrs, Jcforc reaching Kidd's ledge, 'Dch was said 60 be marked by three S0S,cs cut in the stone, q murmur of ~c,' reached his ear.
 Moppng and crouching low in the 1a1,w Of great bowldcr, Uncle Sol