The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-11-20

nothing but the pervading influence or
her presence When he was alone he
lived in recollection and on hope. Had
all the women of New England been
bevy of beauties whose charms rivaled
those Of the cloud of nymphs that
sought to lead st. Anthony astray,
Jack ScarbOrough's loyal heart would
have been steeled to their destinations.
Later he began to complain of ennui.
He proposed to stretch his limbs by
long tramps over the hills and study
the rugged type of character showed
by the shrewd, brOnZed Yankee farm
or After he had started on these
strols his letters became more inter
esting. At first he found these strolls
rather vapld. but he finally discovered
i'm an old plowman a panacea for dull
ness. Perhaps the clearest light that
/ can shed here on subsequent events
may be found in one of his letters writ
ten shortly before his return.
81 have discovered the type Of an
odd genus in the shape of an old farm
labOrer He is old and grizzled and
bent and extremely proud Of the fact
that he is an Englshman by birth. l
find no little entertainment in his COM
pany. He seems TO love the soil as
though he were conscious of his kin
ship to it and not infreQuently pauses
In his work TO examine and break up
the clods. When l ask him why he
does so he grows positively mysteri-
Gus and hints darkly at rich finds
made by him in the past"
A few days later he wrote: Il have
at length learned the secret Of my
farmer friends deep interest In the
Jumps Of dirt which he turns over.
While blowing in his native English
shire he unearthed a cracked jar Of
unique pottery containing a number OF
copper and silver coins, together with
one gold piece. have persuaded him
to let me have a peep at them and am
to meet him for that purpose tomorrow
evening. You know my hobby. Per-
haps l may find something Of real
value"
Only a few days after the receipt OF
this last letter my friend returned to
New York. 1t was about half past 10
in the evening when he fairly burst
into our rooms. His abruptness, how
ever, was easily explained by his ex-
uberance OF enthusiasm. He was as
brown as nut from which the ripen-
ing frosts of October have stripped its
aromatic husk, yet his cheeks glowed
with the rudy hue of exercise, and
his eyes fairly sparkled with excite
ment. l was hard at work upon a
BRIEF, but l dropped my pen making
a broad splash across the page) In my
eagerness to welcome him. A few
words of greeting were exchanged, and
then Jack dashed into the subject
which was nearest to his heart.
Graham" he said, his voice fairly
quiverlng with emotion, "I've found a
verltable treasure, a gold noble of the
reign of Edward III. And where do
you think l got it? From that old
plowman up in Berkshire"
AS he spoke he extracted from an in
ner pocket of his purse an irregularly
shaped gold coin with odd devices and
III shaped letters stamped on both face
and diverse, and placed it in my hand
with a pride and exultation which
were almost boyish. l failed to see
anything about 1t particularly interest
ing, yet tried to sympathize in his joy,
even although could In no degree I'M
derstand It, To me this treasure SEEM
ed an exceedingly commonplace affair
"a thin, fat piece of gold, somewhat
worn and very poorly stamped. chiefly