The Red Cloud chief., 1904-04-29

! communication with those who love
you until my prophecy has come to
pass. DO you promise me, my boy?
II do. grandfather" said John, who
was deeply affected. You have beer
so good"
Never mind. my boy; thank God,
not me. Good. bye, JohD-God bless
you"
The first drops of the storm pat
| tered on the dusty roadway al the
old man raised his hands and gave
John his blessing. Springing into the
saddle, the boy caught one last
glimpse Of Peter Burt in a brilliant
fash of lightning which glorifed his
heroic figure, his white hair shining
as a halo above his brow.
II was four O'Clock when he halted
at a small house on the outskirts Of
Plymouth. Years before, with Peter
Burt. he had visited the old sailor
who was spending there his declining
years. After repeated knocking. the
NV Ibnil op'tNb l' boots Jotih huiu
ed him the letter and showed the
ring. He read the letter and heartily
| greeted his guest.
Enough said. my boy!" he de.
clared, as he burned the letter. You'll
be as safe here as I'm Gods pocket.
Make yourself comfortable and Ill
stow away your horse
Whom tho old man rnttrnn1 hn prn.
pared n breakfast which John ate with
relish, and then his host showed him
to a bed which, though hard, seemed
the most delightful place he had
found in years. The sun was low
when John woke. The old sailor did
not betray the slightest curiosity con
corning Johns journey. and at ten
O'Clock his guest babe him farewell
with sincere thanks for his hospital
ity.
The night ride To New Bedford was
made without incident. II was three
o'clock when John knocked at Cap
tain Horizons door: and, much to his
surprise. that gruff old mariner was
up and dressed.
Come in. I've been expcctin' YET
he said as he opened the door. "Glat
TO meet we. joe" he said, turning
to a sleepy.eyed boy, take care O
this lads horse"
John secured the contents OF the
s%addlc.bags. and an hour later stepped
on board the Segregansett. Capita
Horton showed him his quarters ant
advised him to turn in" He did SO
and when he awoke the heaving ant
grooming Of the old whaler told hin
that she was on the open sea.
Not until the Segregansett had lef
the Bermudas did John open the pack
L which had been given to him b.
Peter Burt. 1t contained a long let
ter from the old man, describing
spot in the California mountains, o
which a dying sailor had told hir
years before. The poor fellow Dc
clared that he had found a rich d,
post of gold. and that he was worl
ing his way back to Boston, hopin
10 interest the necessary capital. !
Peter Burts letter was enclosed
rough map which the sailor ha
skctched when he realized that deaf
stood in the way of his dreams
wealth.
There was also a parcel with a
outer covering of oilskin. job
unwrapped il and disclosed a larg'
old.fashioned wallet, which he reco,
ni2ed as having belonged to his gran,
father. In this wallet he found
layer of United States Treasury note
of large denominations. His finger
tingled as he handled the notes. re
thousand dollars. Jessie seemed muc
= nearer as John looked at those bits {
Z paper.
= The scenes and incidents OF tn;
eighteen thousand mile journe
+ around Cape Horn are worthy of @.
tended recital. but are not an esseI
+ tial part of this narrative. One brigl
r afternoon the S~egregansett sale
s into the harbor of Valparaiso, and
n week later John Burt was a passel
g ger on the steamer Reliance. boun
I for San Francisco.
A thousand leagues away. Jess.
Garden treasured the secret of a Sc
= sation strangely akin to new.bor
! love. On the walls OF her classroom
was a large map, and she loved
; look at il and wonder what spot
land or sea held John Burt.
= Ito b c~ontinued.)
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u An Unkind Question.