Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1902-11-06

"Ill sit down here for arr uead beat,
and you call nc when you've found the
spot"
Burt did as he had said: he sank
down on the beach and took the OPP
portunity to light his pipe. which re-
quired considerable stratagem in the
wind. He succeeded, however. and
pulled away while he waited to hear
Purcells voice.
The old mans about crazy on the
subject" Dick unused. land I'm not
sorry he is. I've kept him going on
this affair we'll, and he is neglecting
his business about as much as a man
can. All the better for me. He owes
me q round sum now, and he'll have
to borrow more. Pretty Kate Purcell
doesn't know that the bread she eats
now comes from my pocket. Time
enough for her to know 1t. OF course
there isn't any treasure here, still
there may be. and I'll keep the old
man hot on the scent. and II we come
to anything. why. I'll share In it. He's
lost his head about it, anyway.
Burt's musings by no means took so
plain form as the words above. but
that was the sense of the thought in
his mind. :
He had decided to marry Kate Pur-
cell, the Daughter of the Beach," as
she was called. and he did not think
come amiss.
him a knowledge of Mr.. Purcell's
notion that there was treasure buried
on the shore, and he had shrewdly
taken immediate advantage of that
knowledge and famed the mans fancy
until it had become a mania.
Indeed, so strong had it become that
Richard Burt himself, with all his hard
common sense, half believed Purcell's
notion might be true.
Purcell was man of intellectual
tastes, which he had cultivated in
many ways, until the fishermen near
by had called him 1.-The Scholar" half
in derision.
He had always been poor, but he had
been Industrious, taking his holidays
with books. instead of the uncouth
pleasures which had delighted his
neighbors. But he had all his life
yearned for riches; still more now
that his daughter was grown up with
the face and mien of a gentlewoman.
She should have advantages-she
should never spend her life on these
sands and with these fishermen" he
told himself.
And every day the thought and hope
grew stronger "for her sake"
He was credulous and unbalanced in
some degree. Though his mind had
twice the power in most directions
that Richard Burt possessed, still the
younger man had that shrewdness,
that sense that enabled him to obtain
, master over the elder.
A prolonged whistle from Purcell
made Burt rise to his feet and walk
forward. AS he did so, low, rum
bling roll of thunder came from the
clouds in the west, and flash of light
revealed. in wierd radiance, the dark,
shining water, the black shore and the
figures of the two men who were
staring forward with dilated eyes.
Then all was black again.
A great splash of rain followed, and
the wind fell to an utter calm, where
in the gentle tapping of the waves
could be heard palmer than anything
else.
Burt proceeded to light small dark
lantern he had brought.
Its going to rain,' he said, "and we
must be spry for, when it really be-
gins it will rain guns"
They both began rapidly to remove
the stones with which they had con-
cealed their previous labors, for they
dared not leave traces of their work
that might lead to discovery.
They both worked with rapidity, and
cd in
which they both began shoveling the
wet sand
1T is only about four feet more-in
his shovel into the ground.
THAT pirate must have been a
deuced strong fellow to have chucked
1T could not originally have been
thus far replied Purcell. 1--WE must
allow for the changes the waves have
made"
Il forgot that" was the answer;
"but wish the waves had washed the
sand away, instead of upon the place."
A quarter of an hour passed, and
still the tempest had not burst, though
it's mutterings grew louder than ever
and heavy drops of rain occasionally
fell.
Suddenly a sharp exclamation burst
from Purcell. and he dropped his shov-
ell and turned to Burt, crying:
eve have reached it at last!> Our
fortune is made!"
The tone and the words startled
Burt. Could it be possible that the
old books story was true, after all
that they had come upon the treasure,
which he had really never believed in?
Visions of what he would do with his
riches darted across his mind.
'You don't mean it," he cried, press
ing to the old mans side. Where is
it? Are you sure?'
Purcell caught up his shovel again,
as he said:
81 struck the chest. 1t is here We
are rich men. Kate shall be rich at
last!"
Kate! Yes. The thought of her
was uppermost at that moment in both
mems minds
Then they fell to work, with frantic.
haste, and it was then that the storm
burst in fury upon them, the rain COM
ing down in sheets, the lightning fash
ing from one end Of the heavens to the
other. the thunder crashing as if it