American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1921-11-04

nnd 1T On, II my SrhhuiatieE ndu
been more worldly wise! If he hadn't
been too intent on the eternal welfare
of the man he rescued from the Ha-
vana tavern brawl to question him
about his story. A cave on Leeward
island-nearby a stone marked with
the letters B. III. and a cross-bones-
Il told the captain said the poor dy-
ing wretch, we wouldn't have no luck
after playing 1t that low down on Bit
So 1 presume Bill lies under the stone.
well, all l have is in this venture.
The old farm paid for the Island
Queen-or will, If l don't get back in
time to prevent foreclosure. All my
staid New England relatives think me
mad. A copra gathererl A fine ca
reer for a minister's sonl Well, when
l get home with my Spanish doub-
looms there win be another story 20
tell. / won't be poor crazy Peter
then. And Helen-oh, how often l
wish l had told her everything! 1t
was too much to ask her to trust me
blindly as 1 did. But from that mo-
ment I came across the story in grand
i0lltI , Oiu, lldlllOl EOllth hlul9Dg
the way, the diary habit seems to run
in the family-a very passion of Sc
crecy has possessed me. If / had told
Helen, / should have had to dread
that even In her sweet sleep she
might whisper something to put that
ferret, her stepmother, on the scent.
oh, Helen, trust me, trust me!
HnaaaDohnr OK I Na.- N aalanAar
with me, so l am not reduced to notch
ing a stick to keep track of the days.
| mark off each carefully in the cal
endar. If I were TO forget TO do this,
even for q day or two, l believe l
should quite lose track. The days are
SO terribly alikel
MY predecessor here In the copra-
gathering business, old Heintz, really
left me a very snug establishment. 1t
was odd that l should have run across
him at Panama that way.
christmas Day! i wonder what
they are all doing at homer
December %. OF course the cave
under the point is the logical place. l
have been unable TO find any stone
marked B. H. on the ground above 1t,
but 1 fear that a search after Bills
tombstone would be hopeless. Under
. circumstances such as those of the
> mates story, 1t seems to me that all
: The probabilities point to their con-
r cealing the chest In the ave with
an opening on the bay. To get the
boat, laden with the heavy chest,
through the surf to any of the other
caves-if the various cracks and fs-
sures / have seen are indeed properly
. to be called caves-would be stiff
$ work for three men. Yes, everything
indicates the cavern under the point
: The only question is, isn't 1t indicated
too clearly Would a smooth ole
scoundrel such as this Captain Samp
son must have been have hidden his
treasure in the very place certain tC
q he ransacked If the secret ever go
out7 Unless 1T was deeply buried
d which 1t could have been only at Ger
tain stages of the tide, even old Heinti
If would have been apt to run across |
In the course of his desultory re
searches for the riches of the buc
cancers. And / am certain placid OLE
Heintz did not mislead me. Besides
" at Panama, he was making arrange
ments to go with some other GermanI
N on a small business venture TO Samoa
II which he would not have been likel,
to do If he had just unearthed a vas
fortune in buried treasure. Still,
! shall explore the cave thoroughly
though with little hope.
"Oh, Helen, If / could watch thes
\ tropic stars with you tonight
January 6. ! think | am thrOugI
with the cave under the point-th
Cavern of the Two Arches, hav
named it. l peered into every crevic
In the walls, and sounded the sand
. with a drill. I suppose I would hay
made a more thorough job Of 1t If
N had not been convinced from the frs
that the chest was not there. Sha
j I ever forget the feeling that stirre
me when first | turned the pages
: my grandfather's diary and saw ther,
In his faded writing. the story of III
mate of the Bonny Lass, who died
Havana In my grandfather's arms
My grandfather had gone as superca
go IN his own ship, and while he Ill
z n good stroke of business In Havana
trust his shrewd Yankee instincts ~
ihat-he managed 10 combine ii
ng service OF God with that Of Mamm0I
ar Many a poor drunken sailor, takin
nd his fling ashore In the bright, treacI
rrous plague-ridden city, found
Id him q friend, as did the mate Of tt
no. 6unny Lass In his dying hour. o
full T my good grandfather had but mao
eg- sure from the mans WI lips exaC
IS where the treasure lay 1t
ed enough TO make one fancy that Il
In unknown Bill, who paid for too muc
he knowledge with his life, has his ov
he fashion Of guarding the hoard. b,
/ ramble. ] was going to say, III
from the N when | learned fro
,ut my grandfather's diary of the exis
ence of the treasure, ! have been dri
the en- by an impulse more overmaste
m trr tbop ouvthfuV I have over pYupl