People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1894-03-02

ferent spirit. Just before the steamer
started ahead he had a moments in
terview with Judge Gearing on the
deck, and then ne descended to his
boat, and the steamer left him to find
his schooner, which had gone to find
the truant buoy. The interview had
been short, but it had given the young
man new life, new hope. The very
day the buoy was brought back to the
Holl the young man had taken the
boat for New London, saying to his
father, as he Departed
81 love her, father. shall yet win
her back"
"Unless she's married"
Eyes, unless-but l don't believe
that of her. father"
So he had gone away on some mys-
FERROUS errand that seemed to the old
man like flynn in the face O. Proyi-
dence."
lie had come back armed with
science, and resolved to solve the riddle
of the whistling buoy.
As the old Captain climbed out of his
cat-boat to the deck of the strange
schooner he was met by his son.
Here we are, father. Everythings
ready, and I'm going to work as soon
as the men have had dinner"
81 don't know, Sam, | don't know
anything bout such things, but it
seems to ne the foolishest thing ever
heard OF"
Il love her, father"
That's it That's it. No tellin'
what a teller won't do for love.
Guess Id done it myself for your
mother; but it do look so awful fool
ish-huntin' a wreck what's been bur-
led under the sea nigh on to eighteen
years. Sides all that, Sam, it's costin'
all you've got in the world, and the
girls gagged TO that whippersnapper"
81 don care love her. Pm go
ing to explore that wreck If it takes
the last cent. Besides, I'm not alone
in this job. I'm doing it for Mai,
father; I'm doing it for Mai"
And God bless you for it, my boyi
and If l can help anyway, haulin'
ropes or workin' tackle, I'll do it, S
long as my old bones uho!d together"
The two men shook hands on the
deck Of the schooner as it lazily rolled
on the swells and the big black buoy
alongside gurg ed and whispered to it.
self in monotone of satisfaction and
content
you shall work the pump, father,
when go down. l can trust you at
the work better than any strangers. &"
The news that Sam Johnson had ar
rived from New Haven in a wrecking.
schooner and that he intended to ex-
plore the wreck of the lost ship filed
the Holl with wonderland disappoint-
ment. 1t must be a treasure-ship. He
had got hold of some clue as to the
identity of the vessel, and intended to
60 fishing for lost money-chests, bars
OF gold, bags of diamonds, old metals,
or other prizes Why had they not
grappled for these things years agoY
Fortunes had been fshed up from
sunken vessels before this, and there
were as good fish in the sea of that
kind as ever were caught,-if you
knew where to put down you crap.
ping irons. Dinners were forgotten,
and the entire male population, with q
good sprinkling of girls and women,
were afoat in less than an hour,
swarming round the schooner and
bothering all on board with questions,
some serious, some sarcastic, some i'll.
natured. Very few were in any mood
to see fellow-townsman pick I'D a
fortune that had lain in reach of all
for years.
The captain of the wrecking-schoone,
would not allow visitors to come on
board. His deck was numbered with
steam-boilers and pumps, heavy tackle.
and other machinery, and visitors
would only be in the way and interrupt
the work. So the good people had to
content themselves with rowing round
the schooner and commenting on her
outfit and wondering how it was to be
used. After dinner the captain of the
wrecker, Sam Johnson, in whose SER
vice he and his men were enlisted. and
Capt. Breeze Johnson, had q eonsulta.
ton on deck
Il take it," said the captain, this
wrecks pretty well kivered with mud
by this time"
Yes, there's some mud on her;
though you can still make out her gen.
eral shape from the keel and a few
tlmbers that's there yet"
"All you expect is to see if there's a
chist or anything like that left in the
wreck.
my idea," said Sam, lis to explore
all the silt in and about the wreck
with a long iron rod-to spear the
wreck, so to speak, like a man fishing
for eels through the ice-and, if the
rod strikes anything hard, to grapple
for it."
Don't believe it's ever going to paw
you. All you'll get up will be an old
anchor"
That's nothing to do with it l paw
you for the search. It's no matter
what we find. Even an old rusty Dot,
If it has the ships name on it will be
all l want"
"All right I understand. 1t NAV
take a week or more, but I'll do the
hast thaf