The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-29

hidden treasure that makes him a regular
Croesus This is the third I've read in u
couple of days, and they all stop at the
find, only say something about his rolling
in wealth aftervard.
Now, 1 want to know the whole BUSH
ness; how he turned his diamonds into
ducats; how he felt dropping from his
old ways into new ones; if he had any
trouble proving his right TO his find If
IL was something that had belonged to
some one else at some time or other, or
on land that wasn't his, even If in a will
derness, seems to me there'd be somebody
trying to claim it. ! want to know how
he worked Ii out to hang on to what he
found"
Some one had been at the washstand
while he was speaking, and as he con-
cluded a tall, slender man appeared at
the door with a towel in his hands.
i've read a number of those yarns,
too" he said, smiling, land quite agree
with you about the last half Of the story
being worth the telling. 1 suppose the
authors like to leave something for their
readers imagination, so they let us fin
ish as we like"
He stepped back to the washstand, but
reappeared in a moment. and, taking a
cigar case from his pocket, said
IF you will have fresh cigar with me-
and would care to hear 1t, 1 will tell you
a. story of that kind, for the truth of
which | can vouch, and give you the sec
ond chapter, too; though in this case it
was ducats and not diamonds"
Of course, we wanted to near, ana,
leaning back in one corner, he began:
at once knew a young man who was a
clerk in a coal Office in Omaha. He
worked for a firm that was not doing a
very large business, so he didn't get
very large salary; but as he was the only
clerk and had TO give more or less time
and attention to affairs that were per-
sonal TO the two members of the firm and
not connected with the coal business. he
was kent pretty busy and pretty closely
tied to the Office; If he went out 1t was on
a business errand, and he must hurry
back. no running out to get his hair cut
or buy a pair of shoes, or anything ike
that, till he had locked the door at the
end of the day, and they were pretty long
days.
''He was an ambitious chap. and some
thing of a dreamer besides, and each of
these characteristics made him bit dissat-
isfed with his lot. He wanted to rise in
the business world, or else to leave ii en-
tirely and live among books and pictures,
purple mountains and sunsets and poetic
things in general; but to do either he
must have money, more money than II ap-
peared as if he stood any chance of ever
getting. It was a steady grind from
weeks end 10 weeks end. and at the close
of the month but few dollars more than
enough to pay for his board ard lodging
ard a small draft to his mother back in
the East Economic as he might. he
could save but little; in the three years
since he came from The eastern village
that couldn't even offer him what he was
getting now he hadn't been able to accu-
mulated 500. And so. when he thought
of the future and how the years were slip
ping away without improving his condition
or bringing him any better oppor tunitieS
10 improve IT, 1t gave him the blues.
'sHe didn't want money for the mere
sake of having It, but for what he could
do with II; he wanted to try his hand at
manipulating some. feeling sure he could
double Il as rapidly as most men, and he
also wanted enough to enable him to see
the world before his eyes became too dim
10 see It.
zone Sunday afternoon this man tramp
oil from Omaha to Florence, little town
inst north. and was rambling about among
The hills that surround IT, Walking was his
principal recreation; II was cheap and he
entoved a. He had wandered away from
roads and paths into a wood that was
tangled with vines and underbrush. II
was September. and warm, and when he
came out into the open, being hot and tlr-
"a ne threw himself down under a walnut
Tree TO rest.
"Before him was a little glade which
the woods bordered on all sidek; part OF
Il was covered With ragged growth OF