The Lamar register., 1915-09-08
BURIED TREASURE
By MOLLY MINISTER.


was projected back in his memory to
the days of playing pirate and OF
buried treasure. The bold buccaneer
who had hid this particular box had
been a female Captain Kidd. A sadly
mutilated doll, string of blue grass
beads and a tiny leather purse were
the contents OF the concealed recep-
tacle. In time he managed to de-
cipher a name and date-"Barbara
Folsom. 1900. August"
He put aside the box and proceeded
with his digging The name Barbara
fingered in his mind, however. and,
In some vague way, it seemed to sug'
gest something familiar to him. 1t
even seemed as If he had seen the
name Barbara Folsom in print, but
he could not recall when or where.
at looks as If romance were not
entirely extinct" he laughed I'D
like to find that girl and send her the
box for birthday gift" This seemed
so utterly absurd that he laughed
still more decidedly. For aught he
knew. Barbara Folsom, formerly a
pirate, might now be doing mission
airy service in South Africa or the far
East. Surely not-heaven forbid!
Not a girl who had once been pirate
and buried a cast-off doll and a string
of blue beads!
And 1t seems to me that II is only
recently and in some magazine OF
other that I have seen that name" he
Re Elected.
When he had finished setting the
upTights he went in to dinner, still
bearing with him the not-to-be-silenced
name OF Barbara Folsom-who As
sae? He found his answer sooner
than he expected. 1t was the very
name itself under the title of the yer.
first piece of magazine fiction which
met his eye.
After all she's only a well-knowr
woman" he sighed regretfully. for Da-
vid did not take kindly to literary
women
Still. for some reason he could hard
ly fathom, he WAS prompted to write
to the magazine office and ask Bar.
bara Folsom for her address and the
privilege OF calling on her.
Barbara Folsom not only replied by
mail, but intimated graciously that
she should be glad to see him at her
home on the following afternoon. In
cidentally. she confessed that she was
Mrs. John Fraser in private life.
Still, he felt no slight degree OF IN.
certainty as to the wisdom of his
procedure as he stood before the en-
trance OF a modest apartment house
in the Washington square neighbor-
hood. He carried a bag in which was
the pirates treasure and he wondered
what memories it would inspire in the
mind of the one to whom it had be-
longed so many years ago. He had
quite resigned himself to the existence
of a Barbara Junior who would prob
ably regard the battered doll with
scornful disdain.
David was ushered into a coy lit
tie room by Mrs. Fraser herself. She
proved to be a delightful little ma
iron, but he could not find in her the
faintest resemblance to his conception
OF what the child pirate of long ago
should be like.
Barbara Folsom is only a pen
name" she explained. after she had
heard his story. Il borrow the names
OF my friends to lend dignity to my
work"
Then have not found my pirate
after ALL" he sighed rather dis
tressedly
''Lo-she comes!" laughed the little
matron, rising and taking into her
motherly arms a young woman who
had entered Just in time to hear
David's wistful observation. This
is Barbara Folsom. 1 use her name
oftener than any other nowadays be-
cause love her best of all. Barbara,
this is Mr.. David Gordon of whom l
told you"
And almost before he had time to
recover his seIf-possession a charming
young woman, with merry eyes and
most impractical expression, held out
her hand in friendly greeting.
"And now l will see about some
tea" hustled Mrs. Fraser, leaving
them together.
Barbara was immensely interested
In the recovered treasure. She well
coined the sorry-looking doll as II she
were a long-lost relative and her
bright eyes moistened at sight of the
little purse and its cabalistic slips OF