The Washington herald., 1920-10-08
'HNHY good Ulysses, let me
AVA see the enchanted docu-
uent once more I" --'..- . s,s
ment once more.

pursuing this swindIing quest. /
am done with 1t" .'... -. =. .. .-
1 rose and pointed a large pew
ter spoon at him, fresh from the
dishwater.
"Goodloe banks" / said, II care
not one psrboiled navy bean for
your education. / always barely
tolerated it in any ono, and de-
~sptsed IL in you. What has your
learning done for you? II is a
curse to yourself and bore to
your friends. Away" / said -
away with your water-uiarks
and variations. They are nothing
to me. They shall not defect me
from the quest" -.-.
pointed with my spoon across
the river TO =, small mountain
shaped like a pack-saddle.
Il am going to search that
mountain" ! went on, for the
treasure. Decide now whether
you are in II or not. If you wish
to let a water-mark. or varia-
ton shake your soul. you are no
true adventurer. Decide"
A white cloud of dust began to
rise far down the river road. 1t
was the mail-waEon from Hes
perus to Chico. Goodloe tagged it
Il am done with the swindlc," ,"
said he. sourly. mo one but a
fool would pay any attention to
that paper now. l reave you to
your fate"
lie. gathered his personal traps.
int
justcd his glasses neryously. and
few away in a cloud of dust.
After had washed tho dishes
and staled the horses on new
grass. crossed the shallow river
and made my way slowly through
the cedar-brakes up to the top of
the hill shaped like a pack saddle.
1t was Il wonderful June day.
Never in my life had l seen so
many birds, SO many butterflies.
drsSonfics, Erasshoppers, and
such winged and stingcd beasts
Of the air and fields.
Investigated the hill shaped
like a pack saddle from base to
summit. I found an absolute alb
serce OF signs relating to buried
treasure. There was no pile of
stones, no ancient blazes on the
trees. mono of the evidences OF
the 100000. as set forth in the
document of old man RundIc.
came down the hill in the
cool of the afternoon. Suddenly.
out OF, the cedar-brake l stepped
into a beautiful green valley
whore 4 tributary small stream
ran into the Alamito River.
And there I was startled TO see
what | took to be a wild man.
with unkempt beard and ragged
hair. pursuing a giant butterfly
with brilliant wings.
Perhaps he is an escaped mae
man" I thought; and wondered
how he had strayed so far from
seats of education and learning.
And then l took a few more
steps and saw a vine-Covcrcd cot
taEe near the small stream. Ano
in a little grassy glade saw Ma.
Martha Mangum Qlucking wild
flowers.
She strai iSEtencd up and looked
at me. For the first time since !
knew her l saw her face-which
was the color OF the white keys
of a new piano-turn pink.
walked toward her without a
word She let the gathered flow
crs trickle slowly from her hand
TO the grass.
Il knew you would come, Jim.
she said clearly. Father wouldn't
Let me write. but l knew YOU
would come"
What followed, YOU may guess
there was my wagon and team
just across the river.
I've often wondered what good
too much education is to a man il
he can't use it for himself. If all
the benefits OF il arc to go to
others, where does il come in?
For May Martha ManCum abides
with me. There is an eiGht-room
house in live-oak grove, and u
piano with an automatic player.
and a good start toward the three
thousand head OF cattle is under
fence.
And when I ride home at night
my pipe and slippers are pu,
away in places where they can
not bc found.
But who cares for that Who
Cares-who cares?
Copyright. 1870. h. Wheeler Syndicst-l