The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-29
rcopyright, 1910, by Bobbs- Merrill companyl

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 "Ohr' said Fitzgerald. IistIess. "An- other day more or less crowded into the past doesn't matter"
 Maybe. If we could only have the full days and deposit the others and draw as we need them. bnt we can't do it And yer each day means some thing. There ought always to be little of It worth remembering"
 "Old parSou"' cried Fitzgerald with a lab of his elbow.
 ''AlI bally rot. eh? I wish I could look at it that way Yet when a man mopes as you are doing. when this sun set
 New one every day"
 "Whats the difficulty. JackT'
 ''Am l walking around with sign on my back ?'' testify.
 .'Of a kind. yes"
 suppose" said Fitzgerald in a low voice. ''suppose"- But he couId2't go on.
 "Yes. suppose" said Cathewe. taking up the broken thread. suppose there was a person who had a heap of money or will have some day. and sup pose there's another person who has but little and may have less in days to come. Is that the suppOsition, JackT'
 'That's the supposition."
 ''Well. money counts only when you buy horses and yachts and houSes- It never really matters fin anything else"
 ''It is easy to say that"
 "1t is also easy to learn that it is true"
 ''Isn't there a good deal of buying these days where there should be g1v- ingT'
 "Nor among real people. You have had enough experience with both types to be competent to distinguish the one from the other. You have birth and brains and industry. You're a decent sort of chap besides" genially. "Can money buy these things when ground ed on self respect as they are in you? Come along now. for the admiral sent me after you.''
 When one has journeyed for days on the unquiet sea. a touch of land underfoot renews. Anaeuswise, ones strength and mental activity, so festive spirit presided at the dinner ta able. The admiral determined to vault the enforced repression of his secret InaEmuch as it must be told. the present seemed a propitious mo ment He signed for the attendants to leave the salon and then raped on the table for silence. He obtained 1t easily enough.
 My friendR.'' he began. "where do you think this boat is really going%
 "Narseflles." answered COldheld- "where else?'' cried M. Ferraud. as if diversion from that course was something of m improbability.
 ''CorSica. We can leave you at Mar geilles. M. Ferraud. if you wish. but l advise you to remain with us. It will be something to tell in your old age.''
 Cathewe glanced acroRs to Fitzger- aid as If to ask: "Do you know any thing about thia2' Fitzgerald. catch ing the sense of this mute inquiry, nodded aftirmatively-
 Corsica is a beautiful place" said Hildegarde. "I spent Q spring In Ajaccio.'"
 "welI. that fig our port" confessed the admiral. laying his precious docu- ments on the table. ''The fact is. we are going to dig up a treasure" with q flourish.
 Laughter and increduloua> exclamA- tons followed this statement
 Just a moment the admiral re- quested patiently. "l know 1t smells hshy Laura. go, ahead and read the 1 documents to the unbelievers. Mir. l Fitzgerald knows and so does MT. l Breitmann.''
 Laura unfolded the story. and when | she came to the end the excitement was hot and Babylonic. NapOIeOuI | What word. A treasure put tOEeth- CT to resrue him from St. Helena! | GoId-French gold. English gold. Span | ish and Austrian gold-alI mildewing | in a rotting chest somewhere back of | Ajaccio. 1t was unbelievable. fam ] tastic as one of those cinematograph | pictures. running backward
 ''But what are you going to do with it when you find itT''
 Bindings is keepings." quoted the ] admiral
 Perhaps divide it. perhaps turn 1t over to France. providing France agrees to use it for charitable pur- poses"
 "A fine plan. fs 1t not, MT. Brett mann?'' said M. Ferraud
 Findings is keepings," repeated Breitmann with a pale smile
 The eyes Of H1ldegarde von Mitter burned and burned. Could she but read what lay behind that impassive face: And he took 1t all with smile What would he do? What would he do now?" kept recurring in her mind She knew the man. or at least she thought she did. and she was aware that there existed in his soul dark caverns which she had never dared to explore. Yes. what would he do now? How would be put his hand upon this gold? Shs trembled with apprehension
 And later. when she found the cour age to put the question boldly. he an swered with laugh so low and yet So wild with fury that she drew away from him in dumb terror.
 CHAPTER XV.