The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-05-28

and the sunshine and that 'gyarden
and Unc' Jefferson and Aunt Daph
and the chickens and the birds and
all the rest of it. for a mile of Mil
lionaires' Row.
He went into the house and to the
library. The breeze through the wide
| flung bow-windOw was fiuttering the
| papers on the desk and the map on
the wall was Mapping sidewise He
went to straighten it, and then saw
what he had not noticed before-that
it covered something that had been let
into the plaster. He swung it aside
and made an exclamation.
He was looking at a square, uncom-
| promising wall-safe, with round fig
ured disk of white metal on it's face.
He knelt before it and tried it's knob
After a moment 1t turned easily. But
the resolute steel door would not open,
though he tried every combination
that came into his mind. mo use,
he said disgustedly. Zone must have
the right numbers"
Then he lifted his fretted frame and
smote his grimy hands together. Con
| found iti' he said with short laugh.
Here | am, bankrupt, with all this
outfit-clear to the very finger-bowls-
handed to me on a silver tray, and I'm
mad as scat because | can't open the
first locked thing | find!"
He ran upstairs and donned a rough
corduroy jacket and high leather leg
gings. Were going to climb the hill
today, Chum," he announced land no
more moccasins need apply
In the lower hall, however, he sud
denly stopped stock-still. THE slip of
paper that was in the china dog!" he
exclaimed what a chump | am not
to have thought of it," He found it
in it's pigeonhole and, kneeling down
before the safe, tried the numbers
carefully, first right. then left: II
$500. The heavy door opened.
!, Il was right" he exulted. IT'S the
plate" He drew it out, piece by piece
Each was bagged in dark-red Canton
flannel He broke the tape of one bag
and exposed a great silver pitcher
furnished purple-blue like a ravens
wing-then a tea-service. Each piece,
large and small, was marked with the
greyhound rampant and the motto
And to think" he said, that my
at-great-grandfather buried you
with his own hands under the stables
when Tarleton's raiders swept the val
ley before the surrender at Yorktown!
Only wait till Aunt Daphne gets you
polished up, and on the sideboard!
You're the one thing the place has
needed"
With the dog for comrade he ira
versed the garden and plunged across
the valley below, humming as he went.
The place was painless and over
grown with paw-paw bushes and sassa-
fras. Great trees stood SO thickly
in places as to make twilight and the
SUMMER spots were masses of pink
laurel, poison-ivy, flaming purple rho
dodendron and wine-red tendrils of in
terbraided briers. This was the for
est land of whose possibilities he had
thought In the heart of the woods he
came upon a great limb that had been
| Wrenc1Su OH ny SUI III AhO Dio
wood was of deep rich brown, shading
to black. He broke off his song, snap
ped a twig and smelled it. Its sharp
acrid odor was unmistakable. He sud
denly remembered the walnut tree at
Rosewood and what Shirley had said:
81 know a girl who had two in her
yard. and she went to Europe on
them"
He looked about him; as far as he
could see the trees reared. hardy and
perfect, untouched for a generation.
He selected one of medium size and
pulling a creeper, measured its cir
conference and gaging this measure
with his eye, made a penciled calcula-
ton on the back of an envelope
Great Scott" he said jubilantly to
the dog; chat would cut enough to
wainscot the Damory Court library
and build twenty .sideboards!"
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