Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-05-20

there, sure enough, hanging to bit OF
tarry string, which I cut with his own
gully, we found the key. At this tri-
umph we were filled with hope, and
hurried upstairs, without delay, to the
little room where he had slept SO long,
and where his box had stood since the
day of his arrival.
1t was like any other seaman's chest
on the outside, the initial ''B." burned
on the top of it with hot iron, and
the corners somewhat smashed and
broken as by long, rough usage.
"Give me the key" said my mother;
and though the lock was very stiff she
had turned it and thrown back the lid
in twinkling.
A strong smell of tobacco and tar
rose from the interior, but nothing
was to be seen on the top except a suit
of very good clothes, carefully brushed
and folded. They had never been worn,
my mother said. Under that, the mis-
cellany began-a quadrant, tin cant
kin, several sticks Of tobacco, two brace
of very handsome pistols, piece Of
bar silver, an old Spanish watch and
some other trinkets of little value and
mostly of foreign make, pair of COM
passes mounted with brass, and five or
six curious West Indian shells. 1t has
often set me thinking since that he
should have carried about these shells
with him in his wandering, guilty,
hunted life.
IT,, ho ~ ho1 found v,nfh.
ing of any value but the silver and the
trinkcts, and neither of these were in
our way. Underneath there was an old
boat-cloak wbitened with sea-salt on
many a harbor-bar. My mother pulled
it up with Impotence, and there lay
before us, the last things in the chest,
bundle tied up in oil-cloth, and look
ing like papers, and canvas bag, that
gave forth, at touch, the jingle of
gold.
"I'll show those rogues that I'm an
honest woman" said my mother. "I'll
have my dues, and not farthing over.
Hold Mrs. Crossley:s bag" And she be-
gan to count over the amount OF the
captains score from the sailors bag
into the one that was holding.
1t was long, difficult business, for
the coins were of all countries and
sizes-doubloons, and louis~d'ors, and
guineas, and pieces of eight, and know
not what besides, all shaken together at
random. The guineas, too, were about
the scarcest, and 1T was with these only
that my mother knew how to make her
count.
When we were about halfway
through, I suddenly put my band upon
her arm, for had heard in the silent,
frosty air sound that brought my
heart into my mouth-the tap-tapping
of the blind mans stick upon the frozen
road. It drew nearer and nearer,
while we sat holding our breath. Then
it struck sharp on the inn door, and
then we could hear the handle being
turned and the bolt rafting as the
wretched being tried to enter; and then
there was long time of silence both
within and without. At last the tap
ping recommended, and to our indie
scribable joy and gratitude died slow
ly away again until it ceased to be
heard.
Mother" said I, stake the whole
and let's be going;" for was sure the
bolted door must have seemed sus-
picious, and would bring the whole hor-
nets nest about our ears, though how
thankful was that had bolted it none
could tell who had never met this ter
rible blind man.
But my mother, frightened as she
was, would not consent to take frac-
ton more than was due to her, and
was obstinately unwilling to be content
with less. 1t was not yet seven, she
said, by long way; she knew her
rights and she would have them; and
she was still arguing with me, when a