Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-09
lcepyrisht, 1910, by sobb.. Merrill comp.ny.I

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was person who had 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.
Jackr'
That's the supposition."
well. money counts only when you
/ buy horses and yachts and houses. 1t
never really matters In anything else"
1T is easy to say that"
"It is also easy to learn that 1t is
true"
isn't there n good deal Of buying
these days where there should be CIV
ingT"
mot 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 decent
sort Of chap besides" genially. "Can
money buy these things when ground.
ed on self respect az they are in you?
Come along now. for the admiral sent
me after you"
When one has journeyed for days
on the unquiet sea. touch Of land
underfOot renews. Anaeuswise. ones
strength and mental activity. so q
festive spirit presided at the dinner
table. The admiral determined to
vault the enforced repression Of his
secret. lnasmuch us 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 II
easily enough.
MY friends" he began. where DO
you think this boat is really goingT
"Marseilles." answered Coldfeld.
where elsey" cried N. Ferraud. a.
II diversion from that course was
something of an improbability.
Corsica. We can leave you at Mar
seilles. NJ. Ferraud. II you wish. but
I advise you to remain with Us. II
will be something to tell In your old
age"
Cathewe glanced across to Fitzger-
aid as II to ask: do you know any
thing about this?' Fitzgerald, catch
ing the sense Of this mute inquiry.
nodded affirmatively.
Corsica is beautiful place" said
Hildegarde Il spent q spring In
Ajaccio.
"well. that Is our port" confessed
the admiral. laying bis precious docu-
ments on the table. The fact Is. We
are going to dig up q treasure" with
q flourish.
Laughter and incredulous exclama.
tions followed this statement
Just a moment" the admiral re-
auested patiently. Il know 1t smells
fshy. Laura. go ahead and read the
docum ,nts to the unbelievers. Mt
Fitzgerald knows and so does MI
Breitmann."
Laura unfolded the story. and when
she came TO the end the excitement
was hot and Babylonic. Napoleon!
What a word! A treasure put togeth
er to rescue him from St Helena!
Gold-French gold. English gold. Span
lsh and Austrian gold-aIl mildewing
In rotting chest somewhere back OF
Aiaccio. 1t was unbelievable. fan
tastic as one Of those cinematograph
pictures. running backward.
"But what are you going to do with
It when you find it?"
Findings IN keepings." quoted the
admiral
"Perhaps divide 1t. perhaps turn 1t
over to France. providing France
agrees to use 1t for charitable pur-
poses."
"A fine plan. is 1t not. Mr. Brett.
mann?" said n. Ferraud
BINDINGS is keepings." repeated
Breitmann with pale smile.
The eyes of Hildegarde Won Mitter
burned and burned Could she but
read what lay behind that impassive
face. And he took 1t all with smile.
What would lie 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 caverus which
she had never dared to explore. Yes.
what would he do now? How would
he put his hand upon this gold2 She
trembled with apprehension.
And later. when she found the cour
age to put the question boldly. he an
swered with d laugh so low and yet 30
wild with fury that she drew away
from him IN dumb terror