The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01
CAPT. KIDD'S TREASURE.

II dreamed about that buried treasure
agin las night, Jack" said old Skipper
Maxwell, resting his oars a bit to draw his
sleeve across his weather beaten face, which
was moist with perspiration.
Don't doubt il bit. Uncle Sol, ;" laughed
Jack Belchers, who sat IN the stern sheets of
the dory, sandpapering some mackerel gigs
to proper degree Of brightness.
80. you can laugh" responded the old
fisherman. locally known In yarmouth as
Uncle Sol, "buu there's more in dreams than
folks thinks of, as everybody in yarmouth
knows that Cap'n Kidd hid MORN one chiss
full of gold along ON this here shore.
''If you'n l, now, could only be lucky
enough to find it, Jack, think OF the good
the moneyd do usl wouldn't hev to fish
fer livin'. an you could go ahead an
finish your schoolin' jest the same's though
Squire Belchers had left you his property,
as folks always carlated he would do"
81 shall never understand why my
adopted father did not make q will before
he died" Jack responded; "never, for he
spoke of doing SO very freely the last time
was home on vacation"
"You don't s'pose, Jack" said Skipper
Maxwell, involuntarily lowering his voice.
that Squire Belcher's might "a made one,
after all, and that air scaly brother Of his,
Lawyer Belchers--got hold OF 1t AM hid 10
away"
Nonsense rather sharply interrupted
Jack. Lawyer Belcher is too shrewd TO
commit a crime that would send him TO
state prison. No, that sort of thing is done
In stories great deal oftener than in real
life.a
I'D believeIanything that's bad of Thurs
ton Belchers or his boy either" the skipper
returned persistently,
The boat. having reached its destination
Just outside the harbor mouth, Skipper
Maxwell drew in his oars and dropped the
killock. A bucketful of chopped CLANS was
used as bait, and very soon they were finger
ing line IN either hand, one at the bow and
the other in the stern, awaiting bite.
There they be-" muttered Uncle Sol +,
dropping one line and pulling the other with
the swift hand over hand motion peculiar
to the mackerel catcher.
tMe, too,n exclaimed Jack, and for a few
moments the fishermen were busy enough
pulling In mackerel as fast as their hands
could fly.
"Struck Off agin :" observed Skipper Max
we'll, as once more the lines trended down.
ward 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 stanchest aud hand
soonest boat In yarmouth harbor. Squire
Belchers bad her built for his adopted son
only the year before.
But after his death no will was found, 80
his brother Thurston, as next OF kin, took
out letters OF administration and cooliy
limited TO Jack that his room In the great
old-fashioned house. SO long his home, was
better than his company.
Jack had spoken his mind very freely
both to Mr.. Belchers and Bradford, his son.
a vn falIouv -
ering up his clothing. books and personal
items, Jack shook the dust of bis feet, left
the old house and took refuge for few
days with Uncle Sol Maxwell, who lived
In a small l-story house on the edge OF the
shore.
Rather than be idle when be was laying
plans for his future actions, Jack, dressed
according to bis work, accompanied Uncle
Sol down the harbor In his trips for the
fresh fish with which the latter supplied
the two summer hotels, which were just
then full OF visitors.
Bradford, or Brad, Belchers had at once
taken possession Of the Spray, and il was
ehe sight of the young man in q flannel
boating suit steering the swiftly approach.
called the frown TO Jacks face.
Hes tryin' TO show off his boat sallin', ~
said the skipper contemptuously, as, at the
sight OF the small boat Brad hauled bis wind
and headed directly for them.
Say, You two fellows, got any fish to
| sellf" shouted Brad, In his most patronizinR
tone aud manner, as soon Rs the Spray came
within hail.
Jack bit his lip without replying. Sud-
deoly Skipper Maxwell sprang 90 bis feet.
"Luh-luh, you laundering fool--do you
want 20 run us DOWN. be reared.
BUT the warning came too late. The cat
BOATS sharp stem crushed through the side
OK the smaller skiff, whose occupants man
aged TO scramble aboard the Spray amid
chorus OF screams from the young ladies OF
the party.
The loss OF bis boat was a serious matter
Tor Uncle Sol. And 10 was In vain that be