Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-11-28

wanted. You must look But there,
first let me give you glimpse of the
money. Is there any one here ready
to accompany me in search of 1t? l
shall have to take him quarter Of a
mile farther up hill"
you have seen the money? You
know where it is?" asked DR.. Talbot
and Mr.. Fenton in one breath.
Gentlemen. can put my hand on
1t in ten minutes"
AT this unexpected and somewhat
startling statement Knapp looked at
DR.. Talbot and DIR. Talbot looked at
the constable, but only the latter spoke.
THAT is saying good deal. But no
matter. I am willing to credit the
assertion. Lead on, Sweetwater. I'll
go with you"
Sweetwater seemed to grow an inch
at least. "And DR.. Talbotw he sug-
gested.
But the coroner's duty held him to
this house of death. and he decided not
to accompany them. Knapp and Abel,
however, yielded to the curiosity which
had been aroused by these extraor-
binary promises, and soon these four
started on their small expedition up
! the hill.
! Sweetwater headed the procession.
He had admonished silence, and his
wish in this regard was SO we'll carried
out that they looked more like group
of specters moving up the moon lighted
road than party Of eager and impa-
tient men. Not till they turned into the
main thoroughfare did any one speak.
Then Abel could no longer restrain
himself, and he cried out:
"We are going to Mr.. Sutherland's."
! But Sweetwater quickly undeceived
him.
NO" said he, "only into the woods
| opposite his house."
! But at this Mr.. Fenton drew him
back.
Are you sure Of yourselfy he said
"Have you really seen this money, and
is it concealed in this forest?"
II have seen the money" Sweetwa.
ter 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 fallen
tree.
ut is here we are to look" cried
Sweetwater pausing and motioning
Knapp to turn his lantern on the spot
where the shadows lay thickest. Nov
what do you see?" he asked.
1.-The upturned roots of great tree
said Mr.. Fenton.
And under themY
"a hole or, rather, the entrance tc
one"
VERY good. The money is in that
hole. Pull 1t out, Mr.. Fenton."
The assurance with which Sweetwa.
ter spoke was such that Mr.. Fenton al
once stopped and plunged his hand
into the hole; but when. after hurried
search, he drew 1t out again, there wa,
nothing in it; his hand was empty
Sweetwater stared at that hand amax
ed.
Don't you find anything?" he asked
isn't there roll Of bills in that hole 2
NO" was the gloomy answer, after
a renewed attempt and q second disap
pointment. "There is nothing to b,
found here. You are laborlng undel
some Misrepresentation. Sweetwater."
"But l can't be. saw the money
saw 1t in the hand Of the person whit
hid 1t there. Let me look for 1t, con
stable. I will not give up the searcl
till have turned the place tops!
turvy."
Kneeling down in Mr.. Fenton's place
he thrust his hand into the hole. o.
either side Of him peered the faces O
Mr.. Fenton and Knapp. label hat
slipped away at whisper from
Sweetwater) They were lit with I
similar expression Of anxious interes
and growing doubt. His own counte
nance was study Of conflicting and b.