The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1893-09-09
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what did 4 mean?' repeated III
liam, with little of his former excite
ment. Look We, now, was waving
you back from the Devils Caldron.
There's many man been drowned
there and been washed away Lord!
knows where. I've heerd tell, !" he adj
ded, solemnly. they are carried right
down into the devils kitchen
''1'm much obliged to you, Mr.. Jones,
but I'm used to such dangers, and I,
know how to take care of myself"
William Jones shook his head lit
tie angrily.
Don't you come here no more, that's
all!'' he said, and. muttering ominouslyi
to himself, retired. But he only as!
cended the neighboring crag, and,
squatting himself there like bird Of.
il-omen, kept his eyes on the stranger,
Having dressed himself, Brinkley!
climbed in the same direction He
found William seated on the edge of 81
crag, looking the reverse OF amiable,;
and amusing himself by throwing
stones in the direction of the sea.
''You seem to know this place well,'
said the young man, standing over
him
William Jones replied, without look
ing up:
~ ought to; were born here,
Father was born here. Know it? wish,
I know'd as well how to make my own
fortin'''
land yet they tell me-" observed the.
other, watching him slyly, shat Will
liam Jones, of Aberglyn, has money in.
the bank, and is rich man."
He saw Williams color change at
once; but, recovering himself at once
the worthy gave a contemptuous grunt
and aimed stone spitefully at a large
gull which just then f1oated slowly BY.
"Who told you that?" he asked,f
glancing quickly up, and then looking
down again. ''Some tomfool, wi no.
more sense in 'un than that gun. Richll
I wish I was, do!''
Brinkley was amused, and little
curious. Laughing gayly, he threw
himself down by Williams side. Will!
liam shifted his seat uneasily, and
threw another stone.
my dear Mr.. Jones" said the young
man, assuming the hippant style which!
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wondered how you get your living"
William started nervously.
You are, believe, fisherman by;
profession; yet you never go fishing
You possess boat, but you are seldom
seen to use it, You are not, think, of q
poetical disposition, yet you spend your
days in watching the water, like .! :
poet, or a person in love. conclude;
very reluctantly, that your old habits
stick to you, and that you speculate on.
the disasters of your fellow crea lures"
'What dye mean, master?" grunted!
William, puzzled and q little alarmed
by this style of address.
"a nice wreck now would admirably
suit your tastes? A well-laden India
man, smashing up on the reef yonder,
would. lend sunshine to your existence
and deepen your faith in a paternal
Providence. Eth. Mr.. Jones?'
III don't know nowt about no
wrecks was the reply. They're no
consarn o. mine"
''Ah, but I have heard you lament
the good old times, when wrecking,
was respectable occupat ton and when
there we're no impairment coast guards
to interfere with respectable followers
often wondered, Mr. Jones, if popular
report is true, and if among these
cliffs or surrounding sand hills there
is buried treasure cast up from time to
time by the sea and concealed by ener-
getic persons like yourself?"
William Jones could stand this no
longer. Looking as pale as it was
possible for so rubicunda person to be-
come, and CHANGING around him sus-
piciously, he rose to his feet.
Il know nowt o. that he said. IF
there is s,1mmat wish could find it;
but sech things never come the way of
honest chaps like me. Good mornin',
master! Take poor mans advice and
the DEVILS Caldron!''
So saying, he walked off in the direc-
ton of the deserted village. Presently
Brinkley rose and followed him, keep
ing him steadily in view. From time
to time William Jones looked round,
as if to see whether the other was COM
ing: lingering when Brinkley fingered,
Fastening his pace when Brinkley
fastened his. AS an experiment.,
Brinkley turned and began walking
back towards the cliffs. CHANGING
round over his shoulder, he saw that
William Jones had also turned, and
was walking back.
"Curious"' he reflected. "The innO-
cent one is keeping me in view. I have
a good mind to breathe him.
He struck off from the path, and
fastened, running rather than walk
ing, towards the sand hills. So soon
as he was certain that he was followed
he began to run in good earnest. To
his delight, William began running
too. He plunged among the sand hills,
and was soon engaged busily running
up and down them, hither and thither.
From time to time he caught a glimpse
of his pursuer. It was an exciting
chase When he had been engaged in
it for half an hour, and was almost
GREATNESS himself. he suddenly paused
in one of the deep hollows, threw him
self down on his hack and lit q cigar