The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-11-15
Matt found so irritating: shave often
wondered how you get your living"
William atarted nervouslv

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 spendyour
days in watching the water, like a
poet, or person in love. conclude,
very reluctantly, that your old habits
stick to you, and that you speculate on
the disasters of your fellow creatures"
"What dye mean, master?" grunted
William, puzzled and 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. Eh, Mr.. Jones2'
81 don't know nowt about no
wrecks" was the reply. They're no
consarn o. mine"
"Ah, but / have heard You lament
the good old times, when wreoking
was respectable occupation and when
there were no impertinent coast guards
to interfere with respectable followers
of the business By the way, have
often wondered, Mr.. Jones, II popular
report is true, and II 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 yourself2"
William Jones could stand this no
longer. Looking as pale as II was
possible for so rubicunda a person to be-
come, and glancing around him sus-
piciously, he rose to his feet.
81 know nowt o. that" he said. "It
there Is summat wish could find III
but sech things never come the way OF
honest chaps like me. Good mornin'
masterl Take poor mans advice and
don't you go swimming no more nea,
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 IL to see whether the other was com
ing; lingering when Brinkley fingered
fastening his pace when Brinlle.
hastened his. As IN experiment
Brinkley turned and began walking
back towards the cliffs Glancinl
round over his shoulder, he saw tina
William Jones had also turned, snC
was walking back.
"Curiousm he reflected. "The limo
cent one is keeping me in view. / hav,
a good mind to breathe himl"
He struck off from the path, ant
hastened, running rather than walk
ing, towards the sand hills. So sool
as he was certain that he was followed
he began to run In good earnest T
his delight, William began running
too. He plunged among the sand hills
and was soon engaged busily runnih
up and down them, hither and thitheI
From time to time he caught 4 glimps
Of his pursuer. II was an excitin
chase When he had been engaged
it for half an hour, and was almos
brcathless himself, he suddenly pause
in one Of the deep hollows, threw hin
self down on his back, and lit = eigsl
A few minutes afterwards ho hoard
sound rs Of violent pulling and breatl
ing, and the next instant WilliaI
Jones, painting, gssping, perspiring q
every pore, appeared above him.
"How dye do, Mr.. JonesP" he crieC
gayly. "Come and have cigar"
Instead Of replying, William Jone
looked completely Thunderstorm, an
after glaripg feebly down and mutteI
ing incohcrently disappeared rs SUE
denly as he had come.
Brinlsley finished his cigar leisurel
, and then strolled back to the caravan