The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-04-07

Il had some trouble in making it
out" Fenton went on.
We'll, what of it?" said Borden.
/ Does he tell where the moneys to be
had? We can go back to New York
and float a company The Santos
! Treasure company; $10,000,000 paid in;
few chances at 30 cents
Listen, you fool" said Fenton,
! eagerly. Here is what is written: I,
the Monk Ambrose, once Miguel San
! tos, do confess: When 1 am TO- and in
security, l bethink myself that death
cannot be far away. The church de-
! clares that the wicked shall be burned
! forever. If that be indeed true-and
no man ever came back to deny tit
| behooves me to prepare. 1 have
thought me of the treasure I gained
evilly. Should l restore it TO those
whence 1 had taken? But the lust for
| gold makes more crime than the lust
/ for woman 1t has seemed to me, then,
/ that l should put this treasure away
where no man should find it. 1 know
now my sin. I could not part with
that which has cost me so much-per-
4 hapS even my soul. To the cave of the
underground river had the casks car
/ ried. Then l had q wall built 20 rods
! from the caves entrance, and 1 walled
| the treasure there against the roar of
| the stream that sees no light. Twenty
u
I leaving a guard down the slope. In the
wall is an iron door, which opens if
/ you touch it at a certain spot. When
the work was done | gave the laborers
poison, and in the morning all lay dead
! God rest my soul.l One by one 1 took
the bodies
He took the bodies?" said Borden
leaning over. All that stuff is buried
up in 'em mountains?"
Il took the bodies through the door
in the wall TO the cliff over the under
ground river, and dropped them in, one
by one. Then I returned to my follow
ers, who guarded below, saying l had
sent the other score into Chihuahua.
And then I discharged all and came
down the mountain to the monastery,
and to the abbot I said: I would re-
pent me of my sinsr First he an
Swered, thou must give all thy treas
ure to Mother Church. Then l lied
and told him I had squandered it all.
I said TO myself that for one who
has committed so many sins-the death
of 20 men and the lie to the abbot
cannot add to the burden For, from
that time on, l should lead me a life
of prayer, of repentance. So in truth
have l tried to live. save twice a year.
when I have visited the cave of the
river. Then I have gloated over the
Golfers on the cliff in the cave. Then
voices have come up from the river
and said, Accused. accursedr Yea,
accused is it. May it curse some
other as it has me: any monk or man
who may find it,
Here the writing stops" Fenton
said, but there is one line more in an
other hand. The devil has the soul of
him who was known to the world as
Miguel Santos
What a fool that old chap was, any
way" said Borden. With all that
money he might have had time fit for
a king, without botherin' himself about
hell
with all that money" I said. do
you suppose it's there now?"
do you s'pOse il is2 It fairly makes
my mouth water" Borden observed.
IF it were there" said the pale
faced Fenton. I've given up so much
to get money"
No more than l." said Borden
No more than l. said 1.
But 1 was watching the yellowed
parchment which Borden was holding,
az I have said. low over the candle
gasped as l saw them. Was this that
old secret. Had he written it on the
back of the confession? Should we
know it then? Should we get the gold
with which I might make my resti-
tuition?
The papers back, Fenton." I cried.
Fenton turned the paper, scared.
while Borden sent the greasy pack
scattering.
Read it, For Gods sake. read it!
Can your"
Fenton read in low voice:
"As thou followest the disused road