Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1902-12-04
buried treas1rs. ana. ) Z aehtiy .


buried treasure, and c0naQsHehtiy. ne
had no interest In it,
y He sat gazing at the paper, and his
eye caught some characters in the
3Gorner below the lines, and he made
them out TO be the figures 1918. IL
that was the date, and ii seemed like
~. then the child had been buried for;
ty years.
The boast Of the gAiity man had
probably been fulfilled; he must be
either dead now or an old mana very
old man, for it seemed impossible that
a young man could have done this
deed.
Purcell sat sim, bent over the pa.
per, and he did not heed the opening
OF the outer door and the of
some one.
1t was Ralph Cary. who had been
smoking on the beach, and, seeing a
light, had made bold to enter.
Re looked rather astonished at sight
of the papers spread on the table, and
he wondered where that musty old
document beneath Purcell's hand had
come from.
Els sharp. quick eyes had seen the
writing on 1.-THE peculiar, grabbed
haLd that would be remembered If ey-
err seen, and, forgetting that he could
have no right to read it, he bent over
and mastered the lines in half the time
that It had taken Purcell to read them.
AS he drew back from the perusal
his face was very white, and the hand
that still held the cigar trembled so
that the ashes fell To the floor.
Reused now, Purcell hastily huddled
the papers together and exclaimed, an
grily:
How came you here2"
1t was an instant of ~perceptible hesi-
tation before Caryl replied. Then he
said, in nearly his usual voice:
Il beg your pardon. / was smoking
q cigar on the beach here, ard, seeing
a light, / took the liberty of entering.
| am sorry to have disturbed you
All the while that Caryl was speak
ing his glance kept wandering towards
the manuscript, which was half-con-
cealed by PurGelPs hand. He longed
TO snatch 1T away and examine it at
his leisure; but be dared not do it.
You did rather startle me, to tell
the truth" replied Purcell, with a
forced smile. II was amusing myself
with these papers. instead of going to
bed, as I ought"
= should imagine you were studying
geometry, went on Caryl, determined
not to. appear to notice that the old
man did not wish to be asked about
the papers. There seems to be a
lot of diagrams and figures mons
them. ! wonder if you could explain
this to me, row." putting his finger OIL
n Of the papers.
Purcell, alarmed, snatched the pa
pers away, and then proceeded to gath
er them up, thus preventing Caryl
from saying anything more concerning
the II paper in which he was inter
ested.
Excuse me-" said Purcell, hurried
ly, "but | cannot endure to have my
papers touched"
And in another momenz they were
all locked up In the oak chest.
Caryl had no pretext for lingering,
and socn left, walking rapidly to his
lodgings, his face set, his eyes filed
with a look OF horror and amazement,
mingled with incredulity.
When he reached his own room he
did not go to bed. He quickly found a
Boston paper of that date, and ran his
finger down the list of times when the
trains left the Worcester depot for a
town In Western Massachuse tts.
There's no way Of starting to-
night" he whispered. II can go to
Boston in the 6 o'clock train in the
morning and catch the s o'clock train
for Springfield. It's the best | can do,
and why need / be in such a hurry?
I'm a fool But that handwriting could
not be mistaken; there's no other like
1t. And yet horrible to think OF such
a thingi I'm not an innocent lamb
myself-but that sort Of thing Is be-
yond mel"
With these words on his lips, he had
taken up a volume of Voltaire IN the
original, and turned to the fiyIeef on
which his name vas written, together
with a few lines Of quotations from the
author.
1t was in precisely the same hand.
writing as that on the paper so
strangely come into Charles Purcell's
possession.
"f / could only have asked him
where he found It," murmured Caryl.
as he tore the leaf from the book and
held 1t in the flame of a match until it
was ashes. "But the old fellow acted
SO oddly that / couldn't do it--and he
wouldn't have told me If / had"
Caryl drank a large glass of whisky
and then went to bed. But he was so
accustomed to the potation that It did
not Induce slumber, and he had only
Just fallen asleep when the newly-risen
sun, sending it's rays across his bed,
awakened him.
He dressed quickly, went down
stairs and announced that business
called him away for a few days,
gulped down the coffee they gave him,
and started for the railroad station,
about a mile away.