The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1901-01-25

the puSun. we cntcncu m indiana
brown colored vnrmint with no more
clothes on him than there is on hand
spike-an brought him along with u.s."
"Well?' said /, seeing by Jobs face
that there was something more.
"Wcll. II you must know, on the voy-
age home he was sullen an mute MS n
stockfish. but once here he finds his
tongue IN. speaking in scraps O. English
he picked up among us. says that II
we'll take him back he'll lead us to
that goulden city tell you of up mt
Whitby. Says rs he was born there.
That's all"
'Ten about the goulden houses un-
cle." persisted Job, with n cunning
leer. IAN tell how the pagan blacked
his fingers with n burned fagot IN
dra wed picture chart on the wall,
| same as life, IN tell how Captain An
drew Dove copied II down on n piece O.
| sheep parchment an swore to walk
| through them streets afore he was a
year older"
you'll never learn sumption, neph-
ew." said Willie irritably. Captain
Dove amt the first as has made that
VOW an then broken 1t. An IL Captain
Dove amt old enough to know better
than to carry his carcass into q coun.
try that's chock n block with fevers
an savages IN Spaniards an famish-
ments nm the devil knows what, why.
then he deserves all he'll get by his
foolishness, IN that's q belly full O.
troubles an not enough gould to make
thumb ring out on. But Captain
Dovell go back on them words when
he's sober, l tell you. an no shame to
him for doing 1t. No mans bound to
do sober what he promises drunk"
And Willie jabbed Mt the table with
his hook as though to work of the irri-
tation which his nephew's persistence
had evidently aroused In him.
"Tell zee he were as sober rs l be
now" retorted Job. grinning still in
spite Of his endeavor to look earnest
"An he meant going, too. for he telled
us to be back In three months II we
wanted to Join the venture. He said It
the very day after you'd left. uncle, an
bade us give you word O. 1t II so be as
any O. us ran athwart you"
"Did you copy the chart, Job?' /
asked. for this tale Of gold to be had
for the seeking excited me strangely.
Him" said Willie Trchalion. point
Ing scornfully with outstretchcd hook
at his nephew. "He couldn't draw a
fshline without making ten mistakes,
let alone chart. He's graceless vag-
abond. Master Topp, one peg removed
from q natural"
Job still grInned. 81 aIn't got
chart. misters. but I got that as can
make one"
"How soT' I asked.
"The pagan ITSELF" he replied. rub.
bing his hands In glee.
you've got himw
"It's snoring In the COW byre. The
folk treated 1t Ill mt Bideford-tried to
see II 1t could swallow fire rs other
blacks can nm set 1t eating live rats an
matched 1t to fight ng'in two tarrier
dogs. 1t didn't like being used like
that, an SO 1t rinned away an tracked
me like a hound to Lynmouth. It'd
| took fancy to me on the voyage"-
Fools allus mate" grunted Willie
Trehalion.
IAN thought maybe I'd be kinder to
| It than the others was. an so as 1t prom.
ised to sarve me I let 1t come along,
an it's the first time as Job Trehalion
ever knew what 1t was to have q sary.
Int O. his own"
IAN deserves to be we'll trounced for
his impudence in daring to ape his bet.
ters," growled Willie. "Sarvint in
deedl Itn be n gilded coach an six
horses you'll want next!
There was every prospect Of q
| lengthy wrnngle on the subject be-
tween the two curiously assorted rela-
tives. so rs felt considerable curiosity
to see this pagan, whose dusky hand
pointed the way to untold wealth.
told Willie to hold his tongue and
Job to lead us to the cow byre.
The grny dawn had begun to struggle
through the chinks Of the kitchen shut.
ters. and ut intervals the wind. which
had risen now to half n gale. sent a
| splash Of rain driving through the
| crevices on to the snnded floor OF the
| room. When the door was opened. the
| morning looked cheerless enough to
| make even tough old Willie shudder.
But. wrapping his huge coat more
| closely round him. and tucking the long
tails under his arms to keep them from
| blowing about In the wind, he rolled
out with his clumsy sea walk into the
muddy yard. and Nep. after q yawn
and a stretch and n low murr Of pro-
test Mt being asked to go out In such
villainous weather. irft the warm
hearth and trotted dutifully at his
| master's heels.
The cow byre, In which the pagan
had been slowed away. was q poor
enough lodging even for a four footed
thing. Years OF wind and weather
had torn away the thatch in places.
and the boarding Of the walls was