The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1904-11-10

communication with those who love
sou until my prophecy has come to
pass. Do you promise me. my boy?"
4 do. grandfather said John. who
was deeply affected. You have been
so god"
Never mind my boy; thank God,
not me. Goodbye. John-God bless
you.'
The first drops Of Che storm pat
tered on the dusty roadway as 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.
Il was four o'clock when he halted
at 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
old man opened the door. John hand
ed him the letter and showed the
ring. He read the letter and heartily
greeted his guest.
Enough said, my boyl" he de-
clared, as he burned the letter. You'll
be as safe here as in Gods pocket.
Make yourself comfortable and III
stow away your horse"
When the old man returned he pre-
pared breakfast which John ate with
relish, and then his host showed him
to 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
cerning Johns journey. and at ten
O'Clock his guest bade him farewell
with sincere thanks for his hospital
ity.
The night ride to New Bedford was
made without incident 1t 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 expectin' yet"
he said as he opened the door. Glad
to meet ye. Joe" he said, turning
to sleepy-eyed boy, take care of
this lads horse"
John secured the contents of the
saddle-bags and an hour later stepped
on board the Segregansett. Captain
Horton showed him his quarters and
advised him to turn in" He did so,
and when he awoke the heaving and
groaning Of the old whaler told him
that she was on the open sea.
Not until the Segregansett had left
the Bermudas did John open the pack
age which had been given to him by
Peter Burt 1t contained a long let
ter from the old man, describing
spot in the California mountains, of |
which a dying sailor had told him
years before. The poor fellow de- |
clared that he had found a rich de- |
posit of gold and that he was work
ing his way back to Boston, hoping |
to interest the necessary capital. In
Peter Burt's letter was enclosed a
rough map which the sailor had |
sketched when he realized thai death |
stood in the way OF his dreams of
wealth. Il "a
There was also a parcel with an
outer covering of oilskin. John /
unwrapped it and disclosed a large.
old-fashioned wallet, which he recog-
nized as having belonged to his grand
father. In this wallet he found a
layer of United States Treasury notes
of large denominations. His fingers
tingled as he handled the notes. Ten
thousand dollarsi Jessie seemed much
neere1 as joh1 Looked at those bits of
paper.
The scenes and incidents of that
eighteen thousand mile Journey
around Cape Horn are worthy of ex-
tended recital, but are not an essen
tial part Of this narrative. One bright
afternoon the Segregansett sailed
into the harbor of Valparaiso. and a
week later John Burt was a passen-
ger on the steamer Reliance, bound
for San Francisco.
thousand leagues away, Jessie
Garden treasured the secret of a SEN
sation strangely akin to newborn
love. On the walls Of her classroom
was a large map, and she loved to
look at it and wonder what spot of
land or sea held John Burt.
(To b continued)