The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-02-25
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events fortunes worth-iay there be-
fore him.
To what dreams the sight OF the pre-.
cioUs jewels gave rise in his excited
pain-what hopes arose in his breast
when he thought OF the gold they
would bring him? Although he knew
little OF the jewellers art, he was shrewd
enough to know from the setting OF the
gems that they were very valuable.
Worthless stones would not, he fett as.
sured, have been set in such MASSEY and
highly ornate mounts OF gold.
With the suddenly awakened ayarlce
OF miser he was already calculating
or rather making attempts TO calculate
1.-The value of his treasure trove, and
the means he should adopt in order to
convert the trinkets into solid cash.
He had already resolved to tell none
OF his woTkmates Of his remarkable find /;
and placing the Jewels back in the shat
tered casket, he emptied the half-gallon
ian in which he carried his drink and
stored the jewels therein,
Replacing the lid OF his can, he COW
cred the same with his coat and then
turned TO his work and began to tillthe
empty wagon beside him. He could
find no place to hide the hand bag, so
he cast it aside and went on with his
labor. Shortly afterwards he was again
Joined by the dirt drawer,
"What do yo' think ah've just turned
up, Miller2" Eastwood remarked as he
rested moment on his spade and
wiped his sweating brow with his bare
hand. He spoke in quiet, matter Of
fact tone, and the other answered in
the same indifferent way.
"Ah duRRot know, Hugh, What is
itT
IAN ovid leather hand bag There it
is. Look at it." Eastwood replied,
pointing 10 the empty and broken port
manteaH. '.''
The middle-aged man went to the OBJ
ject Hugh had indicated, and after he
had glanced at it for few moments q
cry OF establishment fell from his lips.
"What's up, Dick"
"Nothin, only ah've seen this bag
afoor, all think"
"Seen it before! When?"
some or two an twenty 'earsisin', ah
should think. Sit deawn minute,
Hugh, an ali Il tell thee a abeawt it"
The two OF them perched themselves
on the edge OF the tubs and the elder
man began.
when ah was abeawt tha'h age,
Hugh, me an lot O. other chaps used
to-do a bit O. poachin'. One meet we
were in Hough Wood, an We geet dis.
turbed by chap we thowt was one o.
tn keepers, But when Mike Hulllck
had him knocked senseless we larnt
that tn mon what had skeered US was
no lob, but reg'lar swell"
"That bag was stuck fast in his bond
when Mike Hullick picked his pockets.
All made some bother abeawt Robin
the chap, but it was no use"
"But how did the bag come here"
Hugh asked.
"Ah'd forgotten to tell thee that, lad.
On eawr way back to Marsh Green we
drop across gang O. Keepers, had a
tuzzle wi en-, and Jack Kenyon, who
carried the bag, chuckel it deawp tn
pit. | have often wondered sin that
tahme whethere there was owt or nowt
in it, Hugh,
Eastwood shook his head.
I'll there was anythln' INT Dag wHen
it was chucked deawn tn pit, it'll be
amung the dirt. But" he added sud
denly, rs a new thought struck him,
twho was the man who carried the bag
an was robbed?"
at was eawr mester!"
"What do yo' meeun, Dick Miler?"
~ meeun that it was the chap what
owns these pits-Sir Sydney Carsland."
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