Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-01-06
TREASURE TROVE.

skipper Maxwell. resting his oars Il
BIT to draw his sleeve across his wealth.
"r-h"atcn face. which was moist with
PRESERVATION.
laughed Jack Bplchrrs who sal in the
stem sheets of the Whitehall boat.
,inlpapCIing som" machcral ii-S to I;
pro!rr degree of brightness
"nh. YOU can laugh" rrSa ,ndrd the
old fisherman. locally known in Bar
mouth us t'nclr Sol; but there's more
in dreams than folks thiik for and
cvcryhuay in Barmouth knows that
capt. Kidd hid more Their one rhist
full of gold along on this here shore.
Il know some people say So, return
"l Jack. lightly.
Eut Inclc Sol. unhccling tlr words.
rrSau,h his rowing and went on:
III You and |. now. roulrI only hr
50 lucky rs 10 find ii. Jack. think OF
III good The money would So us.
W0Gltln't have to fish fcr !; living. anl
yo'' coull 90 ahead and finish your
schooling jest the same us though
Sluir,, B lchcrS had left you his prop
cr1y, us folks always calculated he
would do
jack face tloulcd little.
II never shall understand why my
adopted father did not make Il will
bcf.sr" h" died. for he spoke Of doing
sn v"ry freely the last time | WIZ
holn" on my vacation" ne said.
You dont suppose J @k." said til"
oil Sk'pp"r. involuntaril'- lowering III;
voice. that Squire Ralchcrs mi. ii
hHlr made one after all. and that Sra,
brother Of his Lawyer Hrlchrr*-gnt
held + II md hid il iway''
"NonsrH$H!' interrupted Jack. ra,h-
cr Sharply. "Lawycr BrlchcrS is too
;h;"Wl 50 commit Il crime that would
nj him to state prison: no, that sort
+ thinw is done in stories a great deal
ft"rr.' than in real life"
ia hrl.rvr anything that's bad of
Thrr<tun RrlchprS. or of his boy eth
en-" the skipper returned prrs.>ttntly.
'HcM, nhrr Eov mad folks s:ii' hH
NN% when til" Squire took you HON"
rft"r your pa ard ma was lost nj sea.
nd made 10 honrS of telling hc"" in
. rmouth how hr calculated to adopt
II. which he ti'mlly did,"
Eyes. | remit rHhrr hearing something
~ =. IT, '..nS ne careless rr-h.'.
TN bu"t h1yiE: reached lis Il silva
tor iu%t oUt>itl" the harhDr mouth.
SIX pp"r Maxwell drew in his oars an
''l' rp"d the killocE. \ hUcl Gu of
chopped CLAIMS WAS used n& bait, and
very snpn they were iin-r:'i.:- Il line
in either hard. one at th" bow "Aa the
other at 'h2 stern. aw; itinG 'it".
"rhrrr they be-" muttrrcd Uncle Sol.
| dropping one line ana pulling the other
| with the swift hand over hand motion
peculiar to the marhcrcl catcher.
Me. too" exclaimed Jack and for
Il few moments the fishermen yer
busy enough pulling in machrrri ~
fast as their hands could fly.
"StruCk off agin.' observed the skip
| per. us once more the lines trc!.dri
downward through the intrns' green
iSh-hlack water "Thcrc's the Spray
| bearing down on us. he added.
Jack frowncd involuntarily.
The Spray was the stauachr%t and
handSomrst boat in yarmouth harhor.
| Squire BclchcrS had her built for his
adopted son only the year before. But
after his death no will was found: 81"
| his brother ThurSton. as next oT kin.
took out letters of administration. ana
cooly hintcd to Jack that his room in
the great old-fashioncd house. 81 long
his homo, was better than hii COM
pany
Jack had spoken his mind very free
| ly both to Mr.. Belchers and his SON
Brtdforl-a young fellow about Jack :
age Then gathering up his c'oth;ng.
books and personal belongings. .a"'.
| shook the dust off his feet. left til" oi
| house and took refuge for Il few days
with Uncle Sol Maxwell, who live"
| alone in Il onc-Story house on the very
| edge of the shore.
Rather than be idle while he WAS
laying plans for his future actinns,
Jack. dressed according to his work.
accompanied Uncle Sol down the har-
Dor in his trips to procure the fresh
fish with which Uncle Sol supplied th'
| hotels. Just then full of visitors.
| Bradford or Brad. BelchcrS had at
| once taken possession of the Spray.
| and il was the sight of the yol'n" man
in flannel boating suit steering the
swiftly approa ching boat, In which was
4 gay party. that called the quick
frown to Jacks face.
He's trying to show off his boat
sailing" said the skipper. cont"mptu-
ouSly. as, at the sight of tn" small
boat. Brad hauled his wind and head
ed directly for them.
Say. You two fellows. got any fish
to SELF shouted Brad. in his most
patronzng tone and manner aS soon
as the Spray came within hail of them.
Jack bit his lip without replying.
Suddenly old Maxwell sprang to his
feet.
"Lun-lulf. you laundering fool-,io
Won want to ran us down." he rOnrcd.
But the warning came too late. The
catboat'S sharp stem crashed through
the side of the smaller Skiff. whose or-
cUpantS managed to scramble" aboard
the SPRAY. amid Il chorus of screams
from the young ladies of the party.
"Ill be even with you yet for sink
ing my boat young fellow wrath
fully exclaimed Uncle Sol turning Ia
Brad. who looked rather ashamed for
Il moment.
"Why didn't you keep Your old boat
ont of the way?" growlad Brad.
Jacks eyes flashed with indignation
but nothing more was said or done I'LL
the Spray arrived at the wharf.
The loss of his boat was n serious
matter for Uncle Sol. And il WAS IN
vain that he applied to BradS father
for redress. Mr.. BclchcrS would not
even listen to him.
"Now's the time some of tapl
Kidd's buried gold would come il
handy. eh. JackT' remarked the ell
man. rucfully. on the following even
ing. as the two sat In the little porch
In front of the house, looking Out oxen
the harbor and the sea. which Wcr,
bathcd in the sheen of moonlight.
Some of the old Suuirc'S woull
too" returned poor Jack, VIII" wa'
feeling very heavy hearted.
1t was not alone tn" loss of the for
tune which should have been his. Ill
had felt deep affection for rcrcn ri,
; Squire Belchers. and it hurt Jack nor,
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