The Globe-republican., 1894-01-05

Matt foulA so irritating: 81 have often
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 a
poetical disposition, yet you spend your
days in watching the water. like a
poet, or a person in love. l 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 a 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 paternal
Providence. Eli. Mr.. Jones?"
81 don't know nowt about no
wrecks" was the reply. They're no
consarn O. NINE"
"Ah, but I have heard you lament
the good old times, when wrecking
was respectable occupation and when
there were no impertinent coast guards
to interfere with respectable followers
of the business. By the way, l have
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 glancing around him sus-
piciously, he rose to his feet.
81 know nowt O. that" he said. IF
there is summat wish I could find it:
but sech things never come the way of
honest chaps like me. Good mornin',
master! Take poor mans advice and
don't you go swimming no more near
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 Ii Sered,
fastening his pace when Erinkley
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.
''Curiousr' he reflected. ''The inno-
cent one is keeping me in view. l 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 glimpse
of his pursuer. 1t was an exciting
chase. When he had been engaged in
it for half an hour, and was almost
breathless himself. he suddenly paused
in one of the deep hollows, threw him
self down on his back, and lit a cigar.
A few minutes afterwards he heard a
sound as of violent putting and breath
ing, and the next instant William
Jones. painting. gasping. perspiring at
every pore, appeared above him.
slow dye do, Mr.. Jones?" he cried,
gayly. "Come and have a cigar"
Instead of replying, William Jones
looked completely thunderstruck, and
after glaring feebly down and mutter-
ing incoherently disappeared as sud-
denly as he had come.
ErinlSley finished his cigar leisurely
and then strolled back to the caravan.