Bisbee daily review., 1911-01-10
Treasure TrOve Its Secret Was Revealed by
 a Vision
 By CLARIssA nAcKIE Copyright. 1910. by American Press
 Association
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BY CLARIssA MAcKIE

Jarvis 1Ourneyed from the little rail road station in a brightly painted stage drawn by two iron gray horses. He was the only passenger for the beach. and he shook about in the huge vehi- cle like the proyerbial pea in a barrel At the entrance to a narrow sandy lane shaded by wind blown eedars. under which the marsh grass struggled sparsely. the stage stopped.
 "All out?' sang the driver lustily Coin 10 the beach. ye said?" He peersd down at Jarvis with beady black eyes beneath matches of white eyebrows
 "Yes; Edgewater cottage. Straight aheadT' Jarvis asked the question while be threw his luggage to the ground and paid his fare
 ~Edgewater cottageE Thatll be the Rowe place. last cottage on the left So long,'
 Much obliged. Goodbyr
 Jarvis turned 10 the left and walked slowly down 10 the beach. his head barred to the fresh breeze. his lungs gratefully inhaling the invigorating salt air
 The last cottage proved to be rath- er large structure placed not far be yond high water mark. Its shingles were weather beaten to a silver gray, and the many windows tightly shut tered looked like closed eyes in a sad face. It seemed desolate enough com st. ara the beach. but Jarvis decided after a nasty examination that when he got out some porch furniture and opened up the shutters the cottage he had hired would be fit enough for his pur- poses.
 The rusty key he had obtained from the agent creaked in the lock and the door swung open. admitting him to large, comfortably furnished rooms. His first duty was to throw wide the shutters and raise the window sashes | to the fresh air. Except for layer of dust over everything the house was in exquisite order of arrangement. He decided to sleep in the wire inclosed balcony. and as he had arranged by letter for his meals 10 be sent in from the hotel on the long point beyond there was little for him to do save to arrange g cot in the balcony and un- pack his painting things.
 At sunset a steam launch from the hotel discharged boy with a basket containing his dinner. Jarvis discussed 1 the excellent meal on the yeranda. his o rffvT,c axa Vroor;por np fha xrsla sweep of green and blue flecked with white that filled the foreground.
 Here were color and life enough to linn any number of canvases. Jarvis was glad he had decided to close his studio and run away from all his friends, and the chance that brought him to Beachside had been decided by the childish method of closing his eyes and running his finger along the map of New Jersey while he counted ten. Then he had opened his eyes and found Beachside. most inconspicuous of small watering places, under his | finger. Now he was here.
 He smoked a thoughtful cigar while the sunset tints faded to opal and sil- yer and then a uniform slate gray set tied over the water.
 The cigar consumed. Jarvis felt for another one in vain. His cigar case was empty: also he had forgotten his ! tobacco pouch. He fingered his pipe wistfully and rummaged his traps for tobacco of some sort. In sheer des- peration he carried his tallow candle (there was DO kerosene in the cottage) from room to room in an aimless search for nicotine
 At last he whistled joyously. On a small stand in one corner of the living room he found a smoking set of ham mered brass. The huge tobacco jar contained few pinches of the desired weed. and he crammed it into his pipe gratefully.
 Now he closed the door and locked 1t 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. nlusi- cally. He went to sleep.
 Jarvis was awakened by a crashing , volley of thunder. followed by a vivid fash of lightning. He sat up and gazed open mOuthed at the strange 1 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 biinding spray that drench- ed his face. Some dark shape loomed out of the biackness. coming nearer. 1 Be discerned the outlines of a large white steamer. saw dark forms tossed against her whiteness. heard the bIare of her distress signals. saw her careen on the shoals and become engulfed in the sea. Still 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 a 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,