The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-08-02
The EVENING STORY
Buried Treasure.
(By Kate Cleves. }

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along the road toward home.
Not a hang!" repeated Anthony
after a long silence. He was still
thinking of Maud Frary-in fact. his
mind had refused to harbor any other
subject since their engagement had
been broken.
That was all. Today Anthony had
walked over to Roseville hoping to
catch a glimuSe of Maud. He had
caught the glim pse--it was more than
him flying someward. Seated in Dex-
ter Ford's handsome motor car, Maud
had turned her lovely eyes and vouch-
safed her former lover the coolest in
clination of her head.
mot hangn' groaned Anthony for
the third time and he turned off the
main road and sat down in the shade
of a giant oak.
Anthony Davis was bookkeeper in
the Torreyville bank, and he would
have owned a motor car had he not
been saving up his money to marry
Maud Frary. Happily, he was fond of
walking and these five-mile tramps
from Torreyville to RoSeville were
usually undertaken in a spirit of en-
thusiasm. When he took Maud out
he always hired a horse and carriage
from the. livery stable, but, nowadays,
girls seemed to prefer the Shower and
more speedy transportation afforded
by gIittering motor cars.
Well, if Maud wanted to marry Dex-
ter Ford and his motor car Anthony
didn't care. He dropped his face in
his hands and groaned.
whats the matter-sick? asked q
juvenile voice.
Anthony dropped his hands instant
ly and lifted Redeemed face to the
curious inspection of a chubby little
boy who carried a diminutive spade
over one shoulder, and whose blue
eyes wore a look of deep concentra-
ton.
'Hullo, there" said Anthony pleas
antly. where you going, young
mani"
The boy pointed a fat thumb over
his shoulder.
"There's something I'm going AFTER
he said Importantly, and then, cycling
Anthony sharply, he went on: You
can come along, too, if you want to;
the woods look kind of dark over
there"
well, can spare little time-its
Saturday half holiday and there isn't
anything else to do"
Maybe you'll be glad you camel"
up and shook himself. Say, you're
Maud Frary's beau, amt you?'
Anthony redeemed to his ears. mo.
I'm not, worse luck, he muttered.
What is your name, youngster?"
''Finney Dea1e-you can call me Fin
if you want to, most everybody does.
Come along, sir Fin led the way
through the woods along a family de-
fined path.
where are you going, Fin"
up to the little holler near the pine
knoll"
What you going to do with that
spade, Fin? Bury your dead dog :"
Haven't got any dog, and he isn't
dead either, and 1 haven't got a dead
cat. I'd like to have dog. though
maybe father'll buy me one some day,
returned Fin sturdily as he mounted
the little knoll slippery with pine
needles and slid delightfully."- down the
other side into the hollow.
Anthony reached his side. what
you going to do, Fin" he asked.
Dig for buried treasure" answered
Fin solemn1y.
what makes you think you will
find it here?''
ST saw her bury it." was Fins reply
as he scraped away the pine needles
from one particular spot
Saw her bury it
Yes. 1 suppose it was Jewels and
diamonds and pieces of eight and
Spanish bunions--oh. I read all about
jake LOOMS lent it to me, and when
I saw her down here on her hands and
knees burying something thought to
myself she has found-the treasure
back again because her conscience is
troubling heri >"
Anthony laughed heartily. "And I
suppose your conscience will trouble
you I'LL you IcluI IL " 4Io AiAOAh5
place"
Not on your lifer' calculated Fin.
"it's all right for man to keep
buried treasure, but with women it's
different. I shall give her some of
it-some jewels, maybe a bunch of
rings or some Spanish bunions," he
added vaguely.
Just as Anthony had established a
between Spanish bum
IONS and gold bullion, Fin uttered d
wild shrek of delight.
1--WE struck it, he cried excitedly,
clawing away at the small hole he
had made; ''she couldn't dig very
deep, only being a girl, and she was
crying SO hard all the time 1 don't
believe she could see what a teeny
little hole she had made, I expect
she was crying because she had to
put it back on account of her con-
glad I amt got a con-
SCIENCE he added hardly as he put
his fingers down and pulled out lit |
tie box wrapped in a square of white !
lace.
Anthony put up a protesting hand. |
Fin, my boy, think you'd better |
put that down again." he said slowly.
IF you saw some one bury that box |
you can be pretty sure there was |
something in it that she didn't want |
anyone to see. Suppose you put it |
back and come with NEWELL go
down to the village and spend some !