Bisbee daily review., 1911-01-10

sD1ail Nafk oDject NDOSe 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 if 1t had never been. Over head the stars shone gently. and the waves softly lapped the quiet beach. Jarvis found his motive power as if magically restored. With leap ne was of the cot and dashing down the stairs to the sand. There he stood dumfoInded
 To the touch of his stockinged feet the sand was warm and dry His groping fingers confirmed that fact. The tide was rising. and almost to its verge the sand showed no trace of dampness. The sea stretched level expanse. broken here and there by dim bling wavelets.
 'I1l be hanged if I know what to make of it." muttered Jarvis dazedly. T couldn't have been dreaming. and yet He looked at his watch. Its certainly up to me or the tobacco I've been smoking, Nine o'clock when l turned in. and now it's 9:30. Even in these swift times they don't turn storms or and on at that gait" Chagrined. he walked over to the place under his balcony where the waves had tossed the dead man for brief instant before they reclaimed him. Jarvis had watched it with his own eyes, and he had seen the follow ing waves heap sand about a 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 to his bed: therefore he went into the cottage found an old fashioned lantern. in which he stuck a candle end. took up a coal shovel and went i back to the beach
 Here by the candles dim light he grlmly dug into the shallow heap of ' sand It was a fools business, he told himself as he delved downward to where the sand was soaking wet and the water OOze,i up into little wells and impeded his labor.
 | At last came rags and siireds of something that might have been an oil skin coat, and afterward. deeply em- bedded in the sand, Jarvis found a small water soaked box bound with iron bands. This was treasure trove. l Jarvis bastcned to the cottage and with hammer and chisel pounded away at the little box until it's routed sides fell inward and the iron bands crumbled to rusty flakes
 : Pitiful indeed was the little treasure contained in the tiny chest-a sailors keepsakes. Bits of coral and pretty shells and stones. a woman's lovely face smiling from tarnished frame, a baby's first photograph, thesmother's | loving inscription peuned on The back: a few letters, intimately tender. from wife to husband; a copy of a will. few months wages tied in little oil skin sacks, the owners name on the inside of memorandum book-James | Petrel, master of the freighter Sea | Nymph-that was all.
 | So the man who had been thrown on the beach as revealed to Jarvis in the l vision-for such the painter believed | his strange adventure to be-must have been the captain of the i'll fated vessel. On the morrow he would inquire con ! corning the wreck of the Sea Lymph | and try to find the relatives of James i Petrel
 | After that Jarvis tumbled into bed and went to sleep. wondering why he ! of all men had been chosen to bring to ! light the long buried box. He dreamed ! ;"Hit the curly headed baby. whose ch.,rming smile pursued him through ] his dreams.
 Yes" said the oldest cottager when Jarvis guardedly made inquiries con- corning wrecks on the coast. Tt was as far back as 1885 that the Sea ! Lymph went ashore off here. She got on the shoals, but the seas were riding so high she didn't stick. Back she went, and they simply swallowed her up, so the story goes. Bits of cargo fioated ashore long afterward-one or two bodies of seamen- That was all Divers never found trace of her It was the worst storm ever known on the coast After that they built the breakwater and the lighthouse At that time there was an old fisherman's hut on the spot where your cottage now stands. Tradition has 1t that the old man lured the steamer to her ruin. | If he did it was small profit to him. for the storm washed his hut into the sea. and he went with 1t. The man who owns your cottage once found a copper canister filled with choice | smoking tobacco buried in the sand near by. It pleased him to resurrect it and smoke if. He quit using it aft CT awhile because. he claimed, it gave him the nightmare-said the Sea | Lymph went ashore every night in his dreams. If there's any of it left you better not smoke it." added the oldest cottager whimsieally.
 Its all gone" replied Jarvis. with a cryptic smile.
 | And this is the treasure that Jarvis | found When he had traced the wid- ow of the iuckless Captain Petrei he found her prosperousiy married to one