6 THE BUTTERFLIES. D butterflies above the meadow grasse®. Above the daisies with thu lr R»Men eye 3. The shadow (vf a cloud that lonely passes; I walk with you, O wandering;butterflies! Ttie freckled wings that flaunt axul fall so gently. That cross before me dappling to the skies, The whig? with fairy Jewels marked so quaintly. Are you my childhood's happy butter flies? Dear butterflies that re.*t upon the clover. And Joyous them in winged lightness rise, Tou know one pathway 1 would fain dis cover. Ah, lead me home, free wandering but terflies! Show me what way you passed from my old summers. My childhood summers, under far-off slUes; Familiar wings, you pilgrims, you light corn cfs. Home to old meadows, happy butterflies! On one green hill with grassy chamber hollow, The old, old home, the long-lost garden lies; FII6 not so high, too spent ami to follow; Yet soon I'll come, my laughing butter flies. And earth will place her ancient palm so tender A little while upon these darkened eyes, Then soft I'll the early morning splendor To climb with you, my old, sweet but terflies! —lrene Putnam, In N. Y. Independent. touts ST£VEnson"> " PART I. CHAPTER V. —CONTINUED. This appeal seemed toi produce some effect, for two of the fellows began to look here and there among the lumber, but half heartedly, I thought, and with half an eye to their own danger all the time, while the rest stood irresolute on the road. "You have your hands on thousands, you fools, and you hang a leg! You'd be as rich as kings if you could find it, and you know it's here, and you stand there malingering. There wasn't one of you dared face Rill, and I did it—a blind man! And I'm to lose my chance for you! I'm to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging for rum, when I might be rolling in a coach! If you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit, you would catch them still." "Ifang it, Pew, we've got the doub loons!" grumbled one. "They might have hid the blessed thing," said another. "Take the ■Georges, Pew, and don't stand here ■equalling." Squalling was the word for it. Pew's onger rose so high at these objections, till at last, his passion completely tak ing the upper hand, he struck at them right nnd left in his blindness, and his stick sounded heavily on more than one. These, iti their turn, cursed back at the blind miscreant, threatened him in horrid terms, and tried in vain to catch the stick and wrest it from his grasp. This quarrel was the saving of us; for while it was still raping, another eound came from the top of the hill on the side of the hamlet —the tramp of horses galloping. Almost at the same time a pistol shot, Hash and re port, came from the hedge side. And that was plainly the last signal of danger; for the buccaneers turned at once and ran, separating in every di rection, one seaward along the cove, one slant across the hill, and so on, so that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but Pew. Him they had de serted, whether in sheer panic or out of revenge for his ill words and blows, I know not; but there he remained b«- liind, tapping up and down the rcxid n a frenzy, and groping and calling or his comrades. Finally he took the wrong turn and ran a few steps past me, toward the hamlet, crying: "Johnny, Black Dog, Dirk," and other names, "you won't leave old Pew, mates —not old Pew!" Just then the noise of horses topped the rise, and four or five riders came In sight in the moonlight and swept at full gallop down the slope. At this Pew saw his error, turned with a scream and ran straight for the ditch, into which he rolled. Put he was on his feet again in a second, and made another dash, now utterly be wildered, right under the nearest of the coming horses. The rider tried to save him, but in vain. Down went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night; and the four hoofs trampled and spurned him and passed by. lie fell on his side, then gently collapsed upon his face, and moved no more. I leaped to my feet and hailed the riders. They were pulling up, at rate, horrified at the accident; and I Boon saw what they were. One, tail ing out (behind the rest, was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr. Live eey's; the rest were revenue officers, whom he had met by the way, and with whom he had had the intelligence to re turn at once. Some news of the lugger in Kitt's Hole had found its way to Su pervisor Dance, and sent him fovth that night in our direction, and to that cir cunstance my mother and I owe our preservation from death. Pew was dead, stone dead. As for my mother, when we had carried her up to the hamlet, a little cold water and salts very soon brought her back again, and she was none the worse for her terror, though she still continued to deplore the balance of the money, i In the meantime the supervisor rode on, as fast as he could, to Kitt's Hole; but his men had to dismount and grope down the dingle, leading, and some times supporting, their horses, wnd in continual fear of ambushes; so it was no great matter for surprise that when we got down to the Hole the lugger was already under way, though still clone in. He hailed her. A voice re- plied, telling liltn to keep out of the moonlight or he would get some lead in him, and at the same time a bullet whistled close by his arm. Soon after the lugger doubled the point and dis appeared. Mr. Dance stood there, as he said, "like a fish out of water," and all he could do was to dispatch a man to 1$ to warn the cutter. "And that," fqid he, "is just about as good as nothing. They've got off clean, and there's an end. Only," he added, "I'm glad I trod on Master Pew's corns;" for by t '« is time he had heard my story. I went back with him to the Admiral Benbow, and you cannot imagine a house in such a state of smash; the very clock had been thrown down by these fellows in their furious hunt after my mother and myself; and though nothing had actually been taken away except the captain's money-bag and a little silver from the till, I could see at once, that we were ruined. Mr. Dance could make nothing of the scene. "They got the money, .you say? Well, then, Hawkins, what in fortune were they after? More money, I sup pose?" "No, sir; not money, I think," replied I."In fact, sir, I believe I have the thing in my breast-pocket; and, to tell you the truth, I should like to get it putin safety." "To be. sure, boy; quite right," said he. "I'll take it, if you like." "I thought perhaps Dr. Livesey—" I began. "Perfectly right," he interrupted, very cheerily, "perfectly right—a gen tleman and a magistrate. And, now I come to think of it, I might as well ride round there myself and report to him or squire. Master Pew's dead, when all's done; not that I regret it, but he's dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his majesty's revenue, if make it out they can. Now, I'll tell you, Hawkins, if you like, I'll take you along." I thanked him heartily for the of fer, and we walked back to the hamlet where the horses were. By the time I had told mother of my purpose they were all in the saddle. "Dogger," said Mr. Dance, "you have a good horse; take up this lad behind you." As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger's belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Livesey's house, CHAPTER VI. THE CAPTAIN'S PAPERS. We rode hard all the way, till we drew up before Dr. Livesey's door. The house was all dark in front. Mr. Dance told me to jump down and knock, and Dogger gave me a stirrup to descend by. The door was opened almost at once by the maid. "Is I)r. Livesey in?" I asked. No, she said; he had come home in the afternoon, but had gone up to the hall to dine and pass the evening with the squire. "So there we go, boys," said Mr. Dance. This time, as the distance was short, I did not mount, bilt ran with Dogger's stirrup-leather to the lodge gates, and up the long, leafless, moonlit avenue to where the white line of the nail build ings looked on either hand on great old gardens. Here Mr. Dance dismounted, and, taking me along with him, was ad mitted at a word into the house. The servant led us down a matted passage, and showed us at the end into a great library, all lined with book cases and busts upon the top of them, where the squire and Dr. Livesey sat, pipe in hand, on either side of the bright fire. I had never seen the squire so near at hand. He was a tall man, over 6ix feet high, and broad in proportion, and ie had a bluff, rough-and-ready face, all roughened and reddened and lined in his long travels. His eyebrows were very- black, and moved readily, and this gave him a look of some temper, not bad, you would say, but quick and high/ "Come in, Mr. Dance," says he, very stately and condescending. "Good evening, Dance," says the doc tor, with a nod. "And good evening to you, friend Jim. What good wind brings you here?" The supervisor stood up straight and stiff, and told his story like a lesson; and you should have seen how the two gentlemen leaned forward and looked at each other, and forgot to smoke in their surprise and interest. When they heard how my mother went back to the inn, Dr. Livesey fairly slapped his thigh, and the squire cried "Bravo!" and broke his long pipe against the grate. Long before it was done, Mr. Trelawney (that, you will remember, was the squire's name) had got up from his seat, and was -striding about the room, and the doctor, as if to hear the better, had taken off his powdered wig, and sat there, looking very strange indeed with his own close-cropped, black poll. At last Mr. Dance finished the story. "Mr. Dance," said the squire, "you are a very noble fellow. And as for rid ing down that black, atrocious mis creant, I regard it as an act of virtue, sir, like stamping on a cockroach. This lad Hawkins is a trump, I perceive. Haw r kins, will you ring that bell? Mr. Dance must have some ale." "And so, Jim," said the doctor, "you have the thing that they were after, have you?" "Here it is, sir," said I, and gave him the oilskin packet. The doctor looked it all over, as if his fingers were itching to open it; but, in steud of doing that, he put it quietly in the pocket of his coat. "Squire," said he, "when Dance has had his ale he must, of course, be off on his majesty's service; but I mean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at iny house, and, with your permission, I propose we should have up the cold pie, and let him sup." "As you will,Livesey,"said the squire; "Hawkins has earned better than cold pie." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JULY 14, 1896. So a big pigeon pie was brought In and put on a side-table, and 1 made a hearty supper, for I was as hungry as a hawk, while Mr. Dance was further complimented, and at last dismissed. "And now, squire," said the doctor. "And, now, Livesey," said the squire, in the same breath. "One at a time, one at a time," laughed Dr. Livesey. "You have heard of this Flint, I suppose?" "Heard of him!" cried the squlr*. "Heard of him, you say! He was the bloodthirtiest buccaneer that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him, that, I tell you, sir, I was some times proud he was an Englishman. I've seen his topsails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that I sailed with put back—put back, sir, into Port of Spain." "Well, I've heard of him myself, in England," said the doctor. "But the point is, had he money?" "Money!" cried the squire. "Have you heard the story? What were these villains after but money? What do they care for but money? For what would they risk their rascal carcasses but money?" "That we shall soon know," replied the doctor. "But you are so confound edly hot-headed and exclamatory that I cannot get a word in. What I want to know is this; Supposing that I have here in my pocket some clew to where Flint buried his treasure, will that treasure amount to much?" "Amount, sir!" cried the squire. "It will amount to this; if we have the clew you talk about, I fit out a ship in Bristol dock, and take you and Hawkins here along, and I'll have that treasure if I search a 3 - ear." "Very well," said the doctor. "Now, then, if Jim is agreeable, we'll open the packet;" and he laid it before him on the table. The bundle was sewn together, and the doctor had to get out his instru ment case and cut the stitches with his medical scissors. It contained two things-—a book and a sealed paper. "First of ull we'll try the book," ob served the doctor. The squire nnd I were both peering over his shoulder as he opened it, for Dr. Livesey had kindly motioned me to come round from the side table, where I had been eating, to enjoy the sport of the search. On the first page there were only some scraps of writing, such as a man with a pen in his hand might make for idleness or practice. One was the same as the tattoo mark, "Billy Bones his fancy;" and then there was "Mr. W. Bones, mate." "No more rum." "Off Palm Key he got itt;" and some other snatches, mostly single words and unintelligible. 1 could, not help wondering who it was that had "got itt," and what "itt" was that he got. A knife in his back as like as not.. "Not much instruction there," said Dr. Livesey, as he passed on. The next ten or twelve pages were filled with a curious series cf entries. ••The tiling la &• clear aa noonday," aald the •quire. There was a date at one end of the line and at the other a sum of money, as in common account-books; but instead of explanatory writing only & varying number of crosses between the two. On the 12th of June, 1745, for instance, a sum of £7O had plainly become due to some one, and there was nothing but six crosses to explain the cause. In a few cases, to be sure, the nnme of a place would be added, as "Offe Carac cas;" or a mere entry of latitude and longitude, as "02 degrees, 17 minutes, 20 seconds, 19 degrees 2 minutes 40 sec onds." The record lasted over nearly 20 years, the amount of the separate en tries growing larger as time went on, and at the end a grand total had been made out after five or six wrong ad ditions, and these words appended: "Bones his pile." "I can't make head or tail of this," said Dr. Livesey. "The thing is clear as noonday," cried the squire. "This is the black hearted hound's account-book. These crosses stand for the names of the ships or towns that they have sunk or plundered. The nurns are the scoun drel's share, and where he feared an ambiguity, you see he added something clearer. 'Offe Caraccas,' now; j-ou see, here was some unhappy vessel boarded off that coast. God help the poor souls that manned her—coral long ago." "Right," said the doctor. "See what It is to be a traveler. Right! And the amounts increase, you see, as he rose In rank." There was little else in the volume but a few bearings of places noted in the blank leaves toward the end, and a table for reducing French, English and Spanish moneys to a common value. "Thrifty man!" cried the doctor. "He wasn't the one to be cheated." "And now," said the squire, 'Tor the other." The paper had been sealed in several places with a thimble by way of seal; the very thimble, perhaps, that I had found in the captain's pocket. The doc tor opened the seals with great care, and there fell out the map of an island, with latitude and longitude, soundings, names of hills and bays and inlets, and every particular that would be needed to bring a ship to a safe anchorage upon its shores. It was about nine miles long and five across, shaped, you might say, like a fat dragon standing up, and had two fine land-locked har bors, and a hill in the center part marked "The Spy Glass." There were several additions of a later date, but, above all, three crosses of red ink—two on the north part of the island, one in the southwest, and beside this last, in the samn red ink, and in a small, neat hand, very different from the captain's tottery characters, these woro»> ''Bulk of treasure here." Over on the back the same hand had written this further information^ "Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N. N. E. "Skeleton Island E. S E. and by E. "Ten feet. "The bar silver Is In the north cache; you can flnti It by the trend of the east hum mock. ten fathoms south ol the black crag with the face on It. "The arms are easy found, In the sand hill, N. point of north inlet cape, bearing E. and a quarter N. J. F." That was all; but brief as it was, and, to me, incomprehensible, it filled the squire and Dr. Livesey with delight. "Livesey," said the squire, "you will give up this wretched practice at once. To-morrow 1 start for Bristol. In three weeks' time —three weeks!—two weeks —ten days—we'll have the best ship, sir, and the choicest crew in England. Hawkins shall come as cabin boy. You'll make a famous cabin boy, Haw kins. You, Livesey, are ship's doctor; I am admiral. We'll take Bedruth, Joyce and Hunter. We'll have favor able winds and a quick passage, and not the least difficulty in finding the spot, and money to eat—to roll in—to play duck and drake with ever after." "Trelawney," said the doctor, "I'll go with you; and I'll go bail for it, so will Jim, and be a credit to the under taking. There's only one man I'm afraid of." "And who is that?" cried the squire. "Name the dog, sir!" "You," replied the doctor; "for you cannot hold your tongue. We are not the only men who know of this paper. These fellows who attacked the inn to night—bold, desperate blades, for sure —and the rest who stayed aboard that lugger, and inore, I dare say, not far off, are, one and all, through thick and thin, bound that they'll get that money. We must none of us go alone till we get to sea. Jim and I shall stick to gether in the meanwhile; you'll take Joyce and Hunter when you ride to Bristol, and, from first to last, not one of us must breathe a word of what we've found." "Livesey," returned the squire, "you are always in the right of it. I'll be as silent as the grave." [TO BE CONTINUED.] \o Help for Htm. Poor fellow! He was "all broke up." Tears coursed down his red, puffed cheeks, and he would not be comforted. "Come," said one of his friends, "brace up, old man. It's too bad that the ban quet was too much for you, last night, and that you fell by the wayside; but that's liable to happen to almost any of us. Of course they'll discharge you when they find out how it was, and you needn't worry any about the money if they do fine you. We'll see that you get out of it, all right." "Oh," cried the disconsolate one. "I'll never be able to live this down. It's aw fully nice of you, boys, to try to help me out, but what has been done can't be un done." "Pshaw! Others have been arrested by mistake before you, and got out of it all right. Why can't you do the same?" "It isn't the arrest," he sobbed. "I don't care for that; but here it's nine o'clock in the morning, and I've got my dress suit on!" Then he buried his face in his hands, nnd the others were silent. They knew that he was ruined forever. —Cleveland Leader. Old Relief* Knocked In the Head. Queen Elizabeth was not the angelic creature represented in the histories and poems of her own times. Her hair was red, her temper red-hot. She some times drank too much, and at any prov ocation she would curse like a trooper. She frequently swore at her maids, and sometimes struck, kicked and pinched them. Mary Stuart, of Scotland, was not a beauty. She had cross eyes, and, to save the trouble of having her hair dressed, cut it off close to her head and wore a wig. When, after her death, the executioner lifted her head to show it to the people, the wig came off and showed a close-cropped skull, covered with gray hair. Iloratius never de fended the bridge. The story was man ufactured by the same gifted author who gave the world the account of Scae vola's heroism. Blondel, the harper, did not discover the prison of King Richard. Richard paid his ransom, and the re ceipt for it is among the Austrian ar chives.—Chicago Inter Ocean. "Perllte Like." Pat was an employe in a shop where the scarcity of help had compelled the grocer to take on an assistant who was entirely without any experience. One day the grocer, in weighing out a purchase to a customer, searched in vain for a weight. 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And the startled singer gathered himself together and sadly and painfully went his way.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Left it. Phillips—What's the matter with that fellow from Colorado—isn't he all right? Quipps—l don't know. Somebody said he lett Pike's peak under a cloud. —Towi Topics. A Symbol of Starvation. "Won't they let you stop at our boarding house any more?" asked the Circassian. "No," answered the living skeleton. "It isn't my fault, either. The last time T wat there one of the boarders told the landlady I looked like he felt after one of her break fasts."—Detroit Free Press. CLEAN PEOPLE. Clennllneaa Ones with Health—lf \V« Have Catarrh Anywhere We Can Not Be Wholly Clean. Make systematic ef f° rt;s to ° e f ree f roa /sSjC]SEjwk this disgusting disease, ■ Mrs. L. A. 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These books are mailed free by the Pe-ru-na Medicine Company, Columbus, O. All druggists sell Pe-ru-na. One of the great trials in a woman's life is that no two members of her family like an article cooked the same way.—Atchison Globe. What an unconcerned look everybody ha» when the contribution box is passed theii way.—Washington (la.) Democrat. Three-fourths of the people are gullible, if the right man comes along.—Washington (la.) Democrat.