The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-02-18
HIDDEN TREASURE.
Uncle Sol Found q Fortune, But
Not IS Es Expected

Not IS Ee Expected
81 dreamed about that buried treas
ure again last night, Jack" said old
! Skipper Maxwell, resting his oars bit
to draw his sleeve across his weather
! beaten face, which was moist with
/ perspiration-
Don't doubt it bit, Uncle SOL"
/ laughed Jack BeIchers, who sat IN the
stern sheets Of the dory, sandpapering
some mackerei jigs to a proper degree
of brightness
"If you'n 1, now. could only be lucky
good the money'd do rs! I wouldn't
hev to fish fer Twin, an you could go
ahead and finish your scboolin' just the
samc'S though Squire Belchers had
left you his property, as folks always
calc'lated he would do"
Il shall never understand why nv
adopted father did not mako a will be-
fore he died." Jack responded; ''never,
for he spoke eff doing so very freely
the last time was home on vacation. "
You don't s'pose. Jack" said Skip
per Maxwell, Involuntary lowering
his voice, that Squire Belchers might
"a made one, after all, and that air
! scaly brother of his-Lawyer Beichers
got hold of il an hid it away
Nonsense" rather sharply inter-
rUpted Jack Lawyer Belchers is too
khrewd to commit crime that would
send him to state prison No. that sort
of thing is done In stories q great deal
oftener than in real lifc-''
I'D believe anything that's bad of
Thurston Bclchers, or his boy either, :"
the skipper returned, persiStently.
The boat, hazingreached its destina-
ton just outside the harbor mouth,
Skipper Maxwell drew in his oars and
dropped the kiUOck- A bzelzetful OF
chopped CLANS was used as bait. and
very soon they were lingering q 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 mackereI
catcher.
ME, tool" exclaimed Jack, and for a
few moments the fishermen were busy
enough pulling in mact1erel as fast as
their hands could fly.
Struck off again." observed Skipper
Maxwell. as once more the lines tended
downward through the intense green
iSh-black water. There's the Spray
bearin' down 20 u.s." he added, and
Jack fundamentally frowned
The Spray was the staDchest and
handsomest boat in yarmouth harbcr.
Squire Belchers had her built for his
adopted son only the year before
Bat after his death no will was found,
so his brother Thurston, as next of kin.
took out letters OF administration and
coouy limited to jack that his room in
tho great oid-faShioned house, so long
his home, was better than his COM
pany.
Rather than.'be idle when he was
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 fsh with
which the latter supplied the two sum-
mer hotels, which were just then full
of visitors.
Bradford, or Brad. Belchers had at
once taken possession of the Spray,
and it was the sight of the young man
in the flannel boating suit steering the
swiftly approaching boat in which
was a gay party, which called the
frown 70 Jacks face
Hes tryin' to show of his boat sail
in" said the skipper, contemptuously,
as al the si-ht of the small boat Brad
hauled his wind and headed directly
for them.
Say, YOU two fellows, got any fish
to sell?" shouted Brad, IN his most
patronizing tone and manner, as soon
Is the Spray came within hail
Jack bit his lip without replying.
Suddenly Skipper Maxwell sprang TO
his feet. "Laff-luff, you laundering
fool-do you want to run US DOWN he
roa1ed.
But the warning came too late. The
catboat's sharp stem crashed through
Tia, side # ne smaller skifT, whose
occupants managed to scramble aboard
the Spray &mid chorus Of screams
from the young ladies of the party.
The loss Of his boat was q serious
matter for Uncle Sol And il was in
vain that he applied to Brad's father
for redress. Mr.. Belchers would not
even listen to him
Il was the full OF the moon and. &C.
cording to an old legend, 1t was at such
. time that the marks on Kidd's ledge
lsscating the burying place Of pot GO
gold were visible.
The skipper was thinking Of this az,
making some careless excuse. he rosa
and, stroiing down TO the shore. took
his way along the shadows OF the beet
ling lodges, leaving Jack plunged in
rather gloomy neditations
Just before reaching Kids ledge.
which was said TO be marked by three
crosses cut in the stone, q murmur Of
voices reached his ear
Stopping and crouching low in the
shadow OF great bowlder, Uncle Sol
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