Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1918-09-06
her death? / wrote you

/ her death? I wrote you
eyes, and Esteban also told me-"
eft was he who recovered her body
from the well. One day, while we
were in hiding, away up yonder in The
Yumuri, he showed me an old coin---''
81 know" O'Reilly said quickly. "He
! told me the whole story. He thinks
| that doubloon is a clue to your fathers
fortune, butt can't put much faith in
/ it. In fact, didn't believe until this
moment that there was doubfoon at
ALL"
| ssOh, indeed there was! / saw IT,
| There was moment of silence dur
ing which the lovers were oblivious to
al but each other then Rosa MUIR
INJURED: seHow strange! Sometimes
Your eyes are blue and sometimes gray.
| Does that mean that your love, too,
can changer"
| "Certainly not But come, what
about Esteban ond that doubloon?''
With an effort the girl brought her
| self back to earth. We'll, it occil-red
| to me- in the light of that dream last
/
| right. OF course nobody outside OF
our family credits the old story, and
! yet my father was considered very
| rich man at one time. Pancho Cueto
| believed in the existence of the treas
IRE, and he was in a position to know"
True! Perhaps, after ALL"
| OReilly frOwned meditatively.
Rosa lifted herself upon her elbow,
| her eyes sparkling. "Wouldn't it be
wonderful if it were true? Just think,
O'Reilly, cases of Spanish gold, silver
| coins in casks packages of gems. Oh,
enough
] Don't forget those pearls from the
Caribbean, as large as plums," Johnny
smiled. II could never quite swallow
that. A pearl the size of currant
would buy cur freedom right now"
Aftera moment he went on, more seri-
ously: ''Pve notion to look into that
/ old well this very afternoon. II
| dare say I'm foolish, but-somehOw
the story doesn't sound so improbable
/ IL
tigating-" He made up his mind
swiftly. "I-I'm off this very instant"
When O'Reilly emerged from the hut
| he found Jacket industriously at work
over fragment of grindstone which
he had somewhere unearthed. The boy
looked up at his friends approach and
/ held out for inspection long, thin file,
which he was slowly shaping into a
| knife-blade.
"What do you think of that?" he
handy when we are ready to clear out
Of this pesthole."
"Where did you get it?"
"Oh, stole it. I steal everything I
can lay my hands on nowadays. One
can never tell when he may have a
throat to cut, and a file has good steel
in it,"
"Since you are such an accom-
plished thief, do you think you could
steal something for me?" O'Reilly in
quired. "a piece of rope?"
"Rope?" Jacket was puzzled. "Rope
Is only good for hanging Spaniards.
My friend in the fish market has a
volandra, and-perhaps can rob him
of halyard." Laying aside his task,
Jacket arose and made off in the direc-
ton of the water front. He was back
within an hour, and under his shirt
he carried q coil of worn but service
able roper Without waiting to explain
his need for this unusual article,
OReilly linked arms with the boy and
set out to climb La Cumbre. When
at last they stood in the unused quarry
and Johnnie made known his intention
to explore the old well, Jacket re-
garded him with undisguised amaze
ment.
"What do you expect to find down
there?" the latter inquired.
ITO tell you the truth, don't really
expect to find anything" the man con-
fcssed. "Now that I'm here, I'm be-