The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-12-20
: MATT, /"
a TALE OF a CAR AVIAN.
By Robert BUCHANAN.
a TALE OF A CARAVAN.
By Robert BUCHANAN.
Continued from last Sunday.)
CHAPTER IN.
i DISCOVERY

TWO tiillisSS IluSl uc tTuc: tlthor tina I
William Jones had been instructed to
keep watch OH him, or that he CYil-
liam Jones) had Il secret of some sort
which he was anxious not to have re-
vealcd. After both suppositions had
been duly weighed the second was
accepted as the most likely, and it
forthwith received the young mans
consideration.
If there was secret, he argued, it
was in some way connected-firstly,
with William Jones worldly pros
perity; secondly, with the reports cur
rent of treasure hidden in times past
among the sand hills of the dangerous
everns of the sea. Was it possible,
after all, that these reports were true
and that in some mysterious manner
Jones had become acquainted with the
hiding place? 1t seemed very improb-
able, for many reasons, one of the
chief being the mans extreme poverty,
which appeared to touch the very edge
OF sheer starvation.
little inquiry in the neighborhood,
however, elected the information that
Jones, despite his abject perjury, was
certainly we'll to do and had money in
the bank of the ncighboring market
glyn belonged almost entirely to him,
and that, in short, he was by nature
and habit misery person, who would
prefer boarding up whatever he pos
sessed to purchasing with it the COM
monest neceSSaries of life.
An old coast guard, whom Brinllley
found next day on the station, was his
chief informant.
Don't you believe him. SIR" said the
old salt, IF he tells you he's poor. He's
shark, William Jones is, and couldn't
own up even to his own father. It's nv
belief he's got gold hidden somewhere
among them sand hills, let alone what
he's got in the savings bank. All, he's
artful one, is William JONES'
Brinllley had said nothing of his own
private suspicious, but had merely in
troduced in n general way the subject
of Jones worldly position. Further
conversation with Tim, who had made
few struggling acquaintance in the
district, corroborated the other testi-
mony. The young man became more
and more convinced that William Jones
was worth studying.
Matt had not turned up that morn
ing. Instead of looking after her
Brinl1ey took another stroll towards
the vicinity of the Devils Caldron. He
had not gone far before he discovered
that he was watched again. The fig
ure of William Jones followed in the
distance, but keeping him well in
view.
1t was certainly curious.
He walked over to the cliffs and
looked down at the scene OF yester-
days bathing adventure. A strong
wind was blowing and the waves were
surging up the rocks with deafcning
roar and foamy spume. The place
looked very ugly, particularly near the
caldron. All the passage was churned
to milky white, and the sound from
beneath was, to use an old similc, like
the roar of innumerablc chariotS.
He glanced over his shoulder and
saw the head of William Jones eagerly
watching, the body being hidden in in |
tervening rock.
Strange. he reflected. My prcda-
tory friend can't keep his treasure, if
he possesses any, down in that watcry |
gulf Yet, whenever l come near it.
his manner tells me that | am warm
as they say in the game of hide and
seek
10 test the matter little further he |
set Off on Il brisk walk along the cliffs.
leaving the caldron behind lie found. !
as he had suspected, that he was no |
longer followed. Returning as he
came, and resuming his old position,
he saw William Jones Immediately re- |
appear.
That day he discovered no clcw to |
the mystery, nor the next. nor the
next again, though on each day he |
went through a similar performance. |
Strange to say. Matt had not put in an |
appearance. and for reasons OF his own
he had thought it better not to seek |
her.
On the morning of the third dav-o
dark chilly morning, after a night of
rain-Tim put his head into the cara
van, where his master was seated nt
his easel. and grnned dclightcdly.
Mr.. Charles. She's come. SORT!
"Who the deuce has colne?' cried
Brinkley.
'"The lady, your honor, to have her
picture taken. VIII 1 show her into
the parlor?"
But as he spoke Matt pushed him
aside and entered. She wore her best
clothes, but looked a little pale and
anxious, Brinl.ley thought, greeting I
her with familiar nod.
$50 you've come at last? Tim, get
out, you rascal. l thought you had |
given me up"
he assumed GOODNESS, though he |
1eit 1T not, for he had made ND his |
mind not to encourage" the young |
person.
Il couldn't come before, they