Omaha daily bee., 1899-03-26
Rnt sweetwater quickly undecelved him.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.

But sweetwater quickly undeceived him.
NO" said he, "only into the woods op-
poste his house"
But at this Mr.. Fenton drew him back.
Are you sure of yourself" he said. Have
you really seen this money and Is 1t con-
ceaed in this forest?"
II have seen the money" Sweetwater
solemnly declared "and it is hidden in these
woods"
Mr. Fenton dropped his arm and they
moved on till their way was blocked by the
huge trunk of a fallen tree.
ut is here we are to look" cried Sweet
water, pausing and motioning Knapp to turn
his lantern on the spot where the shadows
lay thickest. Now, what do you see?" he
asked.
Mr. Fenton.,
And under them?'
"a hole, or. rather, the entrance to one"
Very good; the money is in that hole.
Pull 1t out Mr.. Fenton."
The assurance with which Sweetwater
spoke was such that Mr.. Fenton at once
stopped and plunged his hand into the hole.
But when, after hurried search, he drew
it out again. there was nothing in 1t; his
hand was empty. Sweetwater stared at
that hand amazed.
Don't you find anything?" he asked.
, isn't there roll of bills in that hole?'
NO." was the gloomy answer after
renewed attempt and a second disappoint
ment. There is nothing to be found here.
| You are laboring under some misap
| prehenson, Sweetwater.'
But l cant be. / saw the money; saw
it in the hand of the person who hid it
| there. Let me. look for it, constable. l
will not give up the search till have
| turned the place topsy yturvy."
Kneeing down in Mr. Fenton's place he
| thrust his hand into the hole. On either
side of him peered the faces of Mr.. Fenton
and Knapp. (Abel had slipped away at a
whisper from Sweetwater) They were lit
| with similar expression OF anxious in
| terest and growing doubt His own
| countenance was a study Of conflicting and
by no means cheerful emotions. Suddenly
his aspect changed. With a quick twist of
his 1.-the, if awkward body, he threw him
self lengthwise on the ground and began
| tearing at the earth inside the hole, like
| a burrowing animal
| Il cannot be mistaken. Nothing will make
me believe it is not here. 1t has simply
been buried deeper than I thought. All!
What did / tell you? See here And see
here!"
Bringing his hands into the full blaze
| of the light, he showed two rolls OF new,
crisp bills
They were lying under half foot OF
earth" said he, "but If they had been buried
as deep as Grannie Fullers WE'LL I'd have
unearthed them."
Meantime Mr.. Fenton was rapidly counting
one roll and Knapp the other. The result
was an aggregate sum of $3.50, just the
amount Sweetwater had promised to show
them.
"A good stroke OF business cried Mr.
Fenton. "And now Sweetwater, who's,
is the hand that buried this treasure
Nothing is to be gained by preserving 81
lence this point any longer"
Instantly the young man became yer!
grave. With a quick glance around, whicl
seemed to embrace the secret recesses OF tn
forest rather than the eager faces bending
toward him, he lowered his voice and quietl!
said:
THE hand that buried this money unde
the roots CT this old tree is the same whcl
you saw pointing downward at the spot o
blood in Agatha Webb's front yard.
you do not mean Amabel Page" erie
M. Fenton, with natural surprise
Yes, / do. ! am glad it is you who hav
named her.