Newport daily independent., 1903-04-15


 in his young days when he needed it. His sister at that time proved his only friend" /"
 And the box of coins and jewels?" queried Allen.
 1t was never found. The ground was thoroughly dug over and the house razed to find buried treasure by these brothers. Between these and burglars it must have disap- peared."
 Somehow il came about that pa tient, brought back as she believed from death to life by the untiring ex- ertions and skill of Dr. Frew, sang his praises so unceasingly to her rel atives over in Freeman that they were constrained to send for him in critical emergencies of the kind. Be- fore many months had rolled around, Allen, SO little known in the big city, found himself mounting the crest of a high wave of prosperity in Freeman.
 q don't like the idea of going so far from you, Mazy," he said, to his afianced, "but it is the best for me to take up a permanent residence there. It will not be long at this rate until 1 will have a home for you as well as myself"
 To his surprise, on questioning an old resident, one who had little to do by reason of old age but con over old time scenes for those who stopped to listen, he found his boarding house was built on grounds once belonging to the cottage in which Gottlieb Irwin had spent the last years of his life
 "Yes," explained the old resident, to Aliens look of inquiry, "these grounds all belonged to Gottlieb's house in them days. There it stood frontin' on what was village street then, but now is the alley way. That cottage that's built there for rent covers part of the ground where a row of chestnut trees growed. Gott- lieb was always a-plantin' trees and potterin' around in his garden to the last. Them trees, and like as not some of them shrubs between your boardin' house and the cottage, are of his plantin'."
 As the old man unused on about Gottlieb, pointing out where olden objects had once stood, and declaring that if ever man was sane, and truly that it had been Gottlieb, Al len paced off the distance given in that old envelope. The last three steps led under the corner of the cot tage. If buried treasure lay there, the cottage stood well over it, he thought.
 One night his landlady saw him gazing in a musing way out of a win dow in his room, overlooking the rather gloomy grounds at the back of the boarding house.
 "Do you know," she said, in a tone slightly confding, "one of my board ers-such a nervous thing, anyway; why, she gives me the trembles just to look at her-made me change her room (she was occupying this one), because she imagined when she looked out of the winder you're at there, that she could see white things movin' under them trees. Did you ever hear tell of such foolishness"
 Allen merely smiled and muttered something about nerves being ac- countable for many strange ideas and feelings, but a young waiting maid, passing the door, heard and needed in way that the landlady might have deplored had the outcome turned against the financial welfare of her house as it did the one beyond the trees and shrubbery; for this girl, being sent out on the grounds that night on an errand, came screaming back de- claring that she saw a little old man digging under one of the bushes. 'It is the old miser that once lived here digging for the gold he buried" !" she said Amidst laughter and joking, the servants sallied out to look. There was nothing in sight but a big, strange dog.
 "He was a-digging' for a bone he had buried there. That dog's vour