The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1910-10-06

weed. and he crammed II Into his pipe
gratefully.
Now lac closed the door and locked IL
and went up to his balcony He threw
himself down on the cot and smoked
contentedly, dreamily. Overhead was
the shine of gentle stars, and ON the
beach the waves broke softly. musi
cally He went TO sleep.
Jarvis was awakened by a crashing
volley of thunder, followed by vivid
hash Of lightning. He sat up and
gazed open mouthed at the strange
scene depicted before his eyes.
There was all the wild fury OF a
hurricane bursting about his ears.
Huge waves pounded on the beach,
breaking In binding spray that drench-
ed bis face. Some dark shape loomed
out Of the blackness, coming nearer
He discerned the outlines Of a large
white steamer. saw dark forms tossed
against her whiteness, heard the blare
OF her distress signals. saw her careen
on the shoals and become engulfed In
the sea. Stll the waves broke on the
beach, and In their tossing they flung
dark form on the white sand beneath
the balcony.
Jarvis tried to rise. but his limbs
seemed paralyzed. He endeavored to
utter sound. but his lips were dumb.
He could only sit there on his couch
wildly conscious Of tragedy heaped on
tragedy, powerless to help.
Another wave rose high crested.
curved downward and greedlly snatch.
ed the still dark form from the sands
drew II out into the seas bosom and
kept 1t.
Horrified, the painter stared down at
the beach. now conscious that the 81
lent form had left something behind.
small dark object whose outlines were
lost In the darkness. Then the waves
came again and again, sucking up the
sand and piling It over and about the
dark object until It was entirely hid
den from view.
With appalling suddenness the storm
vanished as IL II had never been. Over
head the stars shone gently, and the
waves softly Tapped the quiet beach.
Jarvis found his motive power as II
magically restored With leap he
was OF the cot and dashing down the
stairs to the sand. There he stood
dumfounded.
To the touch of his stockinged feet
the sand was warm aud dry. His
cropping fingers confirmed that fact.
The tide was rising. and almost TO Its
verge the sand showed no trace OF
dampness. The sea stretched a level
expanse. broken here and there by dim
pllng wavelets.
"rll be hanged II know what to
make OF It," muttered Jarvis dazedly.
II couldn't have been dreaming, and
yet He looked al his watch. ITS
certainly up to me or the tobacco I've
been smoking. Nine o'clock when !
turned IN. and now it's $50. Even
in these swift times they don't turn
storms or aud on at that gait"
Chagrined. he walked over to the
place under bis balcony where the
waves had tossed the dead man for a
brief instant before they reclaimed
him. Jarvis had watched II with bis
own eyes. and he had seen the follow
Ing waves heap sand about small.
dark object the man had left behind.
There should be a little sand mound
here--and there was
The painter was too excited TO re-
turn 10 bis bed: therefore he went into
the cottage. found an old fashioned
lantern. IN which be stuck candle
end. took up coal shovel and went
back 10 the beach.
Here by the candles dim light be
grlmly dug into the shallow heap Of
sand IL was FOOLS business, he told
himself as be deired downward 10
where the sand was soaking wei and
the water oozed np Into little wells and
impeded bis labor
At last came rags and shreds OF
something that might have been an oil.
skin coat. and afierward. deeply EN-.
bedded In the sand. Jarvis found
small water soaked box bound with
iron bands. This was treasure irove.
Jaryis hastened 10 the cottage and
with hammer and chisei pounded
away nt the little box until lis rotted
sides feIi inward and the iron bands
crnmbled 10 rusty fakes.
Pitifgl indeed Was the little treasure
contained IN the tiny chest--a sailors
keepsakes Bits Of coral aud pretty
shells and stones. q Woman's lovely
face smiling from iarnixhed frame.
e baby,s ars Photograph. The mothers