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rapidly conveyed the coincidence
and the difference-to Charlie. It
struck me as odd, I'll admit, that our
second start, in this respect, should
be so like the first. Meanwhile, the
young man was answering, or rather
pleading, in boyish way:
Don't call me passenger; I'll help
work the boat. TIL tell the truth. /
heard-never mind how-about your
trip, and I'm just nutty about buried
treasure. Come, be a sport. We can
let the old guv'nor know, somehow
u. and it won't kill him to tear his
hair for day or two. He knows
can take care of myself"
''Well! said Charlie, after thinking
awhile in his slow way, ''we'll think it
over. You can come along till the
morning. Then can get good look
at you. If don't like your looks we'll
still be able to put you off at West
End; and if I do-well-right-ho
Now, boys" he shouted, Ego ahead
with the sails"
Once more there was that ripping
of the ropes through the blocks, as our
mainsail rose up high against the
moon and filed proudly with the
steady northeast breeze we had been
waiting for.
So two or three hours went by, as
we plunged on, to the seething sound
Of the water, and the singing of our
sails, and all the various rumor Of
wind and sea. After all, it was a good
music to sleep to and, for all my scorn
Of sleeping landsmen, an irresistible
drowsiness stretched me out ON the
roof of the little cabin, wonderfully
rocked into forgetfulness.
MY nap came to an end suddenly.
as though some one had flung me out
through door of blue and gold into a
newborn world. There was the sun
rising, the moon still on duty, and the
morning star divinely naked in the
heaven.
And there was Charlie, his broad
face beaming with boyish happiness,
and something like fatherly gentle
ness in his eyes, as he watched his
Will puAiOA a. tlC tilCAy WhOlu, lOA a
haif-asleep moment of waking, I
couldn't account for, till our start all
came back to me, when ] realized that
it was our young scapegrace of over
night. Charlie and he evidently were
on the best of terms already.
Old Tom had been busy with break
fast and soon the smells Of coffee and
freshly made "johnny-cake'' and fry
ing bacon competed not unsuccessfully
with the various fragrances of the
morning.
Breakfast over, Charlie filled his
pipe, assuming, as he did so, judicial
aspect. filed mine and our young
friend followed suit by taking silver
cigarette case from his pocket and
striking a match on the leg of his
khaki knickerbockers with a profess
| sional air.
"All set?" asked Charlie, and, after
slight pause, he went on:
Nov, young man, you can see we
are nearing the end of the island. An
other half-mile will bring us to West
End. Whether we put you ashore
there, or take you along, depends on
your answers to my questions"
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WYATT A MINUTEP

synopsis-The man who tell this
story-call him the hero, for short
is visiting his friend, John Saun-
ders, British official in Nassau,
Bahama Islands. Charles Webster,
a local merchant, completes the
trio of friends. Conversation turn
ing upon buried treasure, Saunders
produces written document pur-
porting to be the death-bed state
ment OF Henry r. Tobias, sue
cessful pirate, made by him in 1859.
1t gives two spots where two mil
lions and a half of treasure were
buried by him and his companions.
The conversation Of the three
friends is overheard by pock-
marked stranger. The document
disappears. Saunders, however, has
a copy. The hero, determined to
seek the buried treasure, charters
the auxiliary schooner Maggie OAR
ling. The pock-marked man is
taken on as a passenger for Span
fish Wells. Negro Tom catches and
cures q sucking fish, as a mascot
for the hero; it has the virtue of
keeping off the ghost of the pirate
who always guards pirate treasure.
On the voyage somebody empties
the gasoline tank and the hero
starts things. He and the passen-
ger clash. He lands the passenger,
who leaves a manifesto bearing the
signature, Henry P. Tobias, Jr."
With new crew, the Maggie OAR
ling sails and is passed by another
schooner, the Susan B. The hero
lands on Dead Mems Shoes. The
Sucking fish" proves mascot in
deed and carries the hero through
a fight, which is followed by sew
eral funerals. He searches for
buried treasure and Old Tom falls
into a pirates cave. The gave con-
tains the skeletons of two pirates
and a massive chest-empty save
for a few piece of eight scattered
on the bottom. The hero returns to
Nassau and by good luck learns the
location of Short Shrift island. Web
ster buys the yawl Flamingo, and
he and the hero decide to search
Short Shrift island for the treasure
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began again, and 1t was astonishing
with what rapidity the thick-coming
pictures began to crowd upon that i'm
ner vision with which the Lord had en-
dowed his faithful follower
OF course was inclined now to take
the whole thing as an amusing impos-
ture; but presently, watching his face
and the curious seeing" expression of
his eyes, and noting the exactitude of
one or two pictures, began to feel
that, however much he might be in
venting or celebrating, there was some
substratum of truth in what he was
telling me.
The first pictures that came to him
were merely pictures, though astonish-
ingIy clear ones, Of Webster's boat, the
Flamingo, of Webster himself, and of
the men and the old dog Sailor; but in
all this he might have been visualizing
from actual knowledge. Yet the de-
tails were curiously exact. Presently
his gaze becoming more fixed:
II see you anchored under little
settlement. You are rowing ashore.
Dere are little pathways running up
among de coral rock, and few white
houses. Seems to be a forest; big
trees-not like Nassau trees-and
thick brush everywhere; all choked up
so thick and dark, can't see nut'n.
Wait minute, dough. Dere seems to
be old houses all sunk in and los, like
old ruins. Can't see dem for de brush.
And wait--Lord love you, sar but Use
afraid seem to see big light com
ing up trough de brush from far under
de ground-just like you see old rot
ten wood shining in de dark-deep,
deep down. Didn't tell you de Lord
gave me eyes to see into de bowels of
de earth FITS de bowels Of de earth
for sure all lit up and shining. Praise
de Lord-it am de gold, for certain,
all hidden away and shining dere I'M
der de ground"
Cant you see IT. closer, clearer" /
exclaimed involuntarily; "get some
idea of the place it's INF"
The old man gaZed with renewed
intensity.
no" he said presently, and his dis
appointed tone seemed to me the best
evidence yet Of his truth, II only see a
little golden mist deep, deep down I'M
der de ground; now it is fading away.
It's gone; can only see de woods and
de ruins again."
This brought his visions to an end.
The spirits obstinately refused to
make any more pictures, though the
old man continued to gaze on in the
decanter stopper for fully five min
utes.
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started laughing as only absurd dare
devil youngsters can.
Forgive me !" he said, as soon as he
could get his breath, ''but had to do
II. Heaven knows what the old man
will sayi''
you're something Of long jump I"
said Charlie.
"Ohi / have done my twenty-five
and an eighth on broad running
jump, but had no chance for run
there" answered the lad, carelessly.
"But suppose you'd hit the water in
stead of the deck?"
what of it? Can't one swim7"
Il guess you're all right, young
man." said Charlie, softened; 'but
well, we're not taking passen-
gers"
The words had familiar sound.
They were the very ones had used
to Tobias, as he stood with his hand On
the gunwale Of the Maggie Darling.
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CHAPTER III.

In Which We Take Ship Once More
The discovery which-through my
friend the dealer in marine curiosi-
ties''-I had made, or believed myself
to have made, of the situation of
Henry P. Tobias second pod" of
treasure. fitted exactly with Charlie
Webster's wishes for our trip, small
stock as he affected to take In it at the
moment.
"Short Shrift island" lay few miles
to the northwest of Andres island.
duck, not to speak of that more august
bird, the flamingo. Attraction number
one for the good Charlie. Then, though
it is some hundred and fifty miles long
and some fifty miles broad at its
broadcast, it has never yet, it is said.
been entirely explored.
Its center is still a mystery. The
natives declare it Is haunted, or at all
events inhabited by some strange peo-
pie no one has yet approached close
enough to see. You can see their
houses, they say, from a distance, but
as you approach them, they disappear.
Here, therefore, seemed an excellent
place for Tobias to take cover in.
Charles duck-shooting preserves, end
less mari lakes islanded with man
grove copses, lay on the fringe of this
mysterious region. So Andres was
plainly marked out for our destina-
ton.
Sailor had watched his master get
ting his guns ready for some days,
and, doubtless, memories stirred in
him of Scotch moors tthey had shot
over together. He raised his head to
the night wind and shifted impatiently,
as though he already scented the wild
duck on Andres island. He was i'm
patient, like the rest of us, because,
though it was an hour past sailing
time, we had still to collect two of the
crew. The two loiterers turned up at
last and, all preliminaries being at
length disposed of, we threw off the
mooring ropes and presently there was
heard that most celebrating of sounds
| to anyone who loves seafaring, the rip
pling of the ropes through the blocks
as our mainsail began to rise up high
| against the moon which was beginning
to look out over the huge block of the
Colonial hotel, the sea wall Of which
ran along as far as our mooring. A
few lights in its windows here and
there broke the blank darkness of it's
facade, glimmering through the ave-
hues Of royal palms. am thus ex-
plicit because of something that pres
emily happened and which stayed the
mainsail in it's ripping ascent.
A tall figure was running along the
sea wall from the direction of the no
tel, calling out, little breathlessly, in
a rich young voice as 1t ran:
"Wait a minute there, you fellows
| Wait minute!"
We were already moving. parallel
with the wall, and at least twelve feet
away from 1t, by the time tie figure
that Of tall boy, contemplated and
picturesquely outlined ~ the half
light-stopped just ahead Of us. He
raised something that looked like a
bag in his right hand, calling out
Catch" as he did so; and, moment
after. before word could be spoken.
he took flying leap and landed
amongst us, plump In the cockpit and
was clutching first one of US and then
the other, to keep his balance.
ibid 1t. by Jovel" he exclaimed In
La beautiful English accent. and then
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Its true, sar," he said, when / had
finished, II could find it for you. I
could find 1t for you, sure enough and
I'm de only man in all de islands dat
could. But / should have to go wild
you, and it's de Lords will to keep me
here in dis chair wild rheumatics. De
rods has turned in desc old hands
many a time, and / have faith in de
Lord dey would turn again-yes. I'd
find it for you; sure enough. I'd find
it If any man could--and it was de
Lords will. But mebbe can see it
for you widout moving from dis chair"
do you mean, brother, that the
Lord has given you second sight?"
Dat am It'll Glory to his name. hal
Ielujahl" he answered. II look in a
glass ball-so and if de spirit helps
me can see clear as picture far
under de ground-far far away over
de sea. It's de Lords truth, sar-~
blessed be his Manner
/ asked him whether he would look
into his crystal for me. With a burst
of profanity, as unexpected as it was
vivid, he cursed "dem boys'' that had
stolen from him a priceless crystal
which once had belonged to his old
royal mother, who, before him, had
had the same gift of the spirit But,
he added-turning to table by his
side, and lifting from it a large cut
glass decanter of considerable capac-
ity, though at present void of con-
tents-that he had found that gazing
into the large glass bah of its stopper
produced almost equally good results
at times.
First he asked me to be kind enough
to shut the door.
We had to be very quiet, he de-
clared; the spirit could work only in
deep silence. And he asked me to be
kind enough to close my eyes. Then
/ heard his voice muttering, in a
strange tongue, a queer dark gobbling
kind of words, which may have been
ancient African spell-words, or sheer
gibberish such as magicians in all
times and places have employed to
mystify their consultants.
/ looked at him through the corner
of my eye-as doubtless he had antici-
pated, for he was glaring with an air
of inspired abstraction into the ball of
the decanter stopper. So we sat silent
for suppose some ten minutes. Then
/ heard him give another deep sigh.
Opening my eyes saw him slowly
shaking his head.
de spirits don't seem communicable
dis afternoon" he muttered fitting the
decanter slightly on one side and OBJ
serving it drearily.
do you think, your majesty"
asked with as serious a face as
could assume, "the spirits might work
better-if the decanter were to be
| filled?"
"Mebbe, sar; mebbe. Spirits is Gu
rious things; dey need inspiration
sometimes, just like ourselves"
"Whatkind of inspiration do yor
think gets the best results, your maj
esty?"
swell, sar, can't say as dey is very
particular, but Use noticed dey dc
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CHAPTER II-continued.

There were far more blacks than
whites down on Bay street, but here
there were nothing but blacks on ev-
cry side.
The roads ran in every direction,
and along them everywhere were fig
ures of black women shutting with
burdens on their heads, or groups of
girls, audaciously merry, most of them
bonny, here and there almost a beauty.
There were churches and dance halls
and saloons-all radiating, so to say.
prosperous blackness.
At first the effect of the whole scene
was a little sinister. even a little
frightening. The strangeness of At
rican jungle, was here, and one was
white man in 1t all alone among grin
ming savage faces. But for the figures
about one being clothed, the illusion
had been complete; but for that and
the kind-hearted salutations from
comedy white-turbaned mammies
which soon sprang up about me, and
the groups of elfish children that
laughingly blocked ones progress with
requests-not in any weird African
dialect but in excellent English-for
"a copper, please"
This request was not above the
maidenly dignity Of quite big and bux-
ON lasses. One Of these, really su-
perb young creature, asked for "a cop
per, please" but with a saucy coquet-
ry betting her adolescence.
"TIl give you one if you'll tell me
where the k;sg' lives" said I.
"Ole King Coffee?" she asked, and
then fell into a very agony of negro
laughter. Recovering, she put her
finger to her lips, suggesting silence,
and said:
"Come along, I'll show you !"
And walking by my side, 1.-THE as a
young animal, she had soon brought
me to a cabin much like the rest,
though perhaps little poorer looking.
"Shhl There he is p and she shook
all over again with suppressed giggles.
gave her a sixpence and told her
to be good girl. Then advanced up
little strip of garden to where / had
caught a glimpse Of q venerable
white-haired negro seated at the win
dow, as If for exhibition, with great
open book In his hands, This he ap-
peared to be reading with great solem-
nifty, through enormous goggles,
though / thought I caught a side-glint
Of his eye, as though he had taken a
swift accommodating glance in my di-
rection-a glance which apparently
had but deepened his attention and
increased the dignity of his demeanor
Remembering that he was not mere.
ly royal but pious also, made my sal.
utation at once courtier-like and sane
timonious.
"Good day to your majesty" 1 said
Gods good, God looks after his sery.
ants"
de Lord is merciful," he answered
gravely; "God takes care of his chill
dren. Be seated sar, and please ex
cuse my not rising; my rheumatism Is
q sore affection to me-"
was not long in getting to the sub
Sect of my visit. The old man listened
20 me with great composure. but. will
= marked accession of mysterious i'm
bnrtsp"e In his manner.
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seem powerful 'tached to just plain
good old Jamaica rum"
'1They shall have It," said.
/ had noticed that there was a sa-
loon a few yards away, so before many
more minutes had passed had been
there and come back again, and The
decanter stood ruddily filed, ready for
the resumption of our seance. But be-
fore we began l OF. course accepted the
seer's invitation to join him and the
spirits Ia friendly libation
Them having closed my eyes--we
Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1919-10-02

Love knows nothing about philos-
ophy and cares less.
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A little "Danderine" cools, cleanses
and makes the feverish, itchy scalp
soft and pliable; then this stimulating
tonic penetrates to the famished hair
roots, revitalizing and invigorating
every hair in tie head, thus stopping
the hair falling out, or getting thin,
dry or fading.
After few applications Of "Dander-
inc" you seldom find fallen hair or a
particle Of dandruff, besides every hair
shows new life, vigor, brightness, more
color and thickness.
A few cents buys a bottle of de-
lightful 'Danderine" at any drug or
toilet counter.--Adv.
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The unexpected passenger
proves interesting. even
though the treasure seekers
are strangely blind.
lTo BE CoNTlNUED.)

A little widow with dimples is dam
gerous thing
The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1919-03-07

come to her assistance whenever she
needs us to help her out of trouble or
needs someone to pass the buck to.
The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1919-03-07
Caxtonians Entertained.

The Caxtonians were entertained by
Mr.. and Mrs. A. F. Gipson, at their
home, 422 5th Ave, on the evening of
March 3, in honor of the return of
]. H. .Gipson, from oversee Red Cross
service. AS the manager of the Cax-
ton Printing Co., Mr. Gipson received
a hearty welcome on his arrival home
to again take the active management
of the company, after an absence OF
eight months.
During the evening he related some
of the stirring scenes and incidents
that came under his observation, or
were a part of his experience, during
his service in France.
A dinner was served aud several in
formal talks were made by those pres
entail of which went to make up
very pleasant social gathering,
Those present were Mr.. and Mrs
| 7. II. Gipson, Mr.. and Mrs, A, f
Gipson, Mr.. and Mrs. w. Earle Nor
ton, Mr., and Mrs, ]. w Lewis, Mr.
and Mrs. R S. Clorc, Mr.. and Mrs
w. ]. Frye. Miss Jessie Lewis, Mis-
Margaret GIBSON Mr.. and Mrs II, =
Johnson. Mrs. Kate Gets, Mr. am
Mrs ! A Ayrcs, Earl AyrHs and Paw
! Jarrett.
The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1919-03-07

getting all the business and trade that
justly belongs to her, but she is get
ting beneficial bridge south of her
into Owyhee county. We do not
blame the Riverside people for look
ing after their interests. And it may
be legitimate for Homedale to want
it as inconvenient for the people Of
the upper part of the district to 60 to
Caldwell as possible as it would give
her more business and otherwise hold
certain amount away from Caldwell.
Financial Side.
Now we will look at the matter
from a financial standpoint. There
have been three site surveys for the
Froman Ferry bridge; one at Froman
Ferry with an estimated cost of
$4,000; one up the river farther at
$55,000; the one at Nampa Ferry at
$o5,OO0. This is not all Of it. In order
to get as good grade to Caldwell
from the Nampa Ferry as from the
Froman Ferry it will cast from $4,000
to $4,000 The Sebree line to Home
stead is the practical route.
But this is not the big joker. If the
bridge is built at the Nampa Ferry
Nampa will ask for a more direct route
either by bridging the Equalizer or.
building them boulevard along the
north side of the reservoir. This fact
, is fairly we'll established by Mr..
: Charles Tobias of Riverside, hard
!, worker for Nampa who has made the
v statement that if the bridge was To-
n Gated at the Froman Ferry farmers
e in the vicinity of the Equalizer would
y donate their work for bridge or
: crossing. Can one imagine the farm
o ers in that locality donating enough
G work to make Nampa satisfactory
S bridge or crossing when part of the
y year there is as mus as 10 feet OF
: water? Not on your life. The foxy
o bunch will use the same generalshir
e in getting a direct and first class
4 boulevard that they are using in get,
ting the bridge located at the Namps
It Ferry And the county will pay the
Q bills. So much for economy.
l. Now if the club members of Cald
d we'll who are supporting the Namp;
Is bridge site will come out and glv'
he honest reasons why they are so active
n the matter we will appreciate it
le We have invited public discussion OF
lie he matter byt they seem to be lik'
D. he little boy who had nothing to say
IS We are getting out map showing
S he direct location of the bridge sites
at he Gem Irrigation district, Nampa
n Caldwell. Huston, Greenleaf, Wilder
w Notus and the directly intereste'
a country and hope to have it at TIL
y Commercial Club, and we invite all III
nc nc e''s'eO y D. G. RUBY.