The Lakeland evening telegram., 1917-08-01
By It He Found
His Treasures
By
PAULINE D. EDWARDS


Jarvis journeyed from the little rail
road station in brightly painted stage
drawn by two iron gray horses. He
was the only passenger for the beach
and he shook about in the huge vehi-
Gle like the proverbial pea in barrel
At the entrance to q narrow sandy
lane shaded by wind blown cedars,
under which the marsh grass struggled
sparsely, the stage stopped.
"All outw sang the driver Justify.
"Goin' to the beach, ye snid?" Ec
peered down at Jarvis with bcGdy
black eyes beneath thatches Of white
eyebrows.
Eyes; Edgewater cottage. Straight
aheadT" Jarvis asked the question
while he threw his luggage to the
ground and paid his fare
"Edgewater cottage? That II be the
Rowe place, last cottage on the left.
So long,"
Much obliged. GOodby"
Jarvis turned to the left and walked
slowly down to the beach, his head
barred to the fresh breeze, his lungs
gratefully inhaling the invigorating
salt air.
The last cottage proved to be rath-
er large structure placed not far be-
yond high water mark. Its shingles
were weather beaten to silver gray,
and the many windows tightly shut
tered looked like closed eyes in a sad
face. 1t seemed desolate enough com
pared to the other cozy houses along
the beach, but Jarvis decided after a
hasty examination that when he got
out some porch furniture and opened
up the shutters the cottage he had hired
would be fit enough for his purposes
The rusty key he had obtained from
the agent creaked in the lock, and the
door swung open, admitting him to
large, comfortably furnished rooms.
His first duty was to throw wide the
shutters and raise the window sashes
to the fresh air. Except for layer of
dust over everything the house yeas In
exquisite order Of arrangement. He
decided to sleep In the wire inclosed
balcony, and as he had arranged by
letter for his meals to be sent in from
the hotel on the long point beyond
there was little for him to do save to
arrange a cot in the balcony and un-
pack his painting things.
At sunset steam launch from the
hotel discharged boy with a basket
containing his dinner. Jarvis discussed
the excellent meal on the veranda, his
artists eye lingering on the wide sweep
Of green and blue flecked with white
that filed the foreground.
Here were color and life enough to
linn any number Of canvases. Jarvis
was glad he had decided to close his
studio and run away from all his
friends, and the chance that brought
him to Beachside had been decided by
the childish method Of closing his eyes
and running his finger along the map
Of New Jersey while he counted ten
Then he had opened his eyes and
found Beachside, most inconspicuous
OF small watering places, under his
finger Now he was here.
He smoked a thoughtful cigar while
the sunset tints faded to opal and sill
YER and then uniform slate gray set
tied over the water.
The cigar consumed, Jarvis felt for
another one in vain. His cigar case
was empty; also he had forgotten his
tobacco pouch. He fingered his pipe
wistfully and rummaged his traps for
tobacco Of some sort. In sheer des-
peration he carried his tallow candle
there was no kerosene In the cottage)
from room to room in an aimless
search for nicotine.
At last he whistled joyously. On a
small stand in one corner Of the living
room he found smoking set of ham,
mered brass. The huge tobacco jar
contained few pinches Of the desired
weed, and he crammed 1t into his pipe
gratefully.
Now he closed the door and locked It
and went up to his balcony. He threw
himself down on the cot and smoked
contentedly, dreamily. Overhead was
the shine of gentle stars, and on the
leach the waves broke softly, musi-
cally. He went to sleep.
Jarvis was awakened by a crashing
volley Of thunder, followed by q vivid
lash of lightning He sat up and
gazed open mouthed at the strange
scene depicted before his eyes.
There was all the wild fury of .
hurricane bursting about his ears.
Huge waves pounded on the beach,
breaking In binding spray that drench-
ed his face. Some dark shape loomed
out Of the blackness coming nearer.
He discerned the outlines Of a large
white steamer, saw dark forms tossed
against her whiteness, heard the blare
Of her distress signals, saw her careen
on the shoals and become engulfed in
the sea. Still the waves broke on the
beach, and in their tossing they flung
a dark form on the white sand beneath
the balcony.
Jarvis tried to rise, but his limbs
seemed paralyzed He endeavored to
utter a sound, but his lips were dumb.
he could only sit there on his couch
wildly conscious Of tragedy heaped on
traCedy DOwerless to helm