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Synopsie—The man who tells this
story-—-call him the hero, for short
fs visiting his friend, John Saun-
ders, British official In Nassau,
Bahama Islands. Charlie Webster,
a local merchant, completes the
trio of friends, Conversation turn-
ing upon buried treasure, Saunders
produces a written document pur-
porting to be the death-bed state-
ment of Henry P. Tobias, a suc
cessful pirate, made by him in 1850,
It gives two spots where two mil-
ltons and a half of treasure were
buried by him and his companions,
The conversation of the three
friends is overheard by a pocks-
marked stranger. The document
disappears, Saunders, however, has
a copy. The hero, determined to
seek the buried treasure, charters
the auxiliary schooner Maggie Dar-
ling. The pock-marked man fis
taken on as a passenger for Span-
ish Wells, Negro Tom catches and
cures a ‘sucking fish" &8 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.”
w crew, the Maggie Dar.
is passed by another
schooner, 0 Susan B The hero
lands on Dead Men's Bhoes.
CHAPTER VIi—Continued,
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“I can't afford to give that,
Theodore.”
“I'd dle for dat,” he declared.
“Take this handkerchief Instead:
but, meanwhile, my eyes were open-
ing. “Take this instead, Theodore” 1
suggested,
“I'd die for dat.” he repeated, touch-
ing the tie,
His voice apd touch made me sick
and afrald, just as people In a lunatic
asylum make one afraid.
“Look out!” murmured
elbow,
And just then I noticed hiding In
you
Tom at my
some bushes of seven-year apnle trees,
two faces I had good reason to know.
I had barely time to pull out the |
commandant’s revolver from my
pocket. I knew
the pockmarked genius or the engl
neer. But for the moment I was not
to be sure which one I had hit. For,
as my gun went off, something heavy
came down on my head, and for the
was going on.
* * » » - » ®
“Which did I hit, Tom? were my
first words as I came back to the
glory of the world; but I didn't say
them for a long time, and, from what
Tom told me, it was a wonder I ever
said them at all.
“There he ls, sar,” said Tom, point-
ing to a long, dark figure stretched
out near by. “I'm afraid he's not the |
man you were looking for”
“Poor fellow I I sald ; it was George,
the engineer; “I'm sorry—but I saw
the muzzles of their guns sticking out
of the bush there. It was they or|
me.”
“That no lie,
gar, and If it hadn't
wouldn't be here now.”
“It didn't save me from a pretty |
good one on the head, Tom, did It?
“No, sar, but that was just ft—if
it hadn't been for that knock on the |
head, pulling you down just that min- |
ute, that thar pockmarked fellow |
would have got you. As it was, he
grazed your cheek and got one of his
own men killed by mistake—the very
fellow that hit you. There he ls—
over there” :
“And who's that other, Tom?" I|
asked, pointing to another dark figure |
a few yards away. i
“That's the captain, sar.” i
“The captain? Oh, I'm sorry for |
that. God knows I'm sorry for that" |
“Yes, sar, he was one of the finest
gentlemen I ever knowed was Cape
tain Tomlinson; a brave man agd a
good navigator. And he'd taken a pow-
erful fancy to you, for when you got
that crack on the head he picked up
your gun and began blazing away, with
words I should never have expected
from a religious man. The others, ex-
cept gir special friend"
“Let's call him Toblas from now on,
Tom,” I interposed,
“Well, him, sar, kept his nerve, but
the others ran for the boats as If the
devil was after them; but the eap-
tain's gun was quicker, and only four
of them got to the Susan B. The other
two fell on their faces, as If some
thing had tripped them up, In a couple
of feet of water. But just thén Tobias
hit the eaptain In tho heart; ah! if
only he had one of those skins—but he
always laughed off such things as su-
perstitious,
“There was only me and Tobias
then, and the dog, for the engineer
boy had gone on his knees to the Su.
ran B. fellows at the first crack, and
‘begged them to take him away with
them, There was no one left hut To
bias and the dog and me, and I was
sure my end was not far off, for I was
never much of a shot.
“As God is my witness, sar, I was
ready to die, and there was a moment
‘when I thought that the time had
come;' but Tobias suddenly walked
away to the top of the bluff and
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called out to the Susan B., that was
Just running up her sails, At his
word they put out a boat for him, and
while he waited he came down the hill
toward me and the dog, that stood
growling over you; and for sure 1
thought it was the end. But he sald:
“Tell that fellow there that I'm not
going to kill a defenseless man. He
might have killed me once but he
didn't, It's bound to be one of us
some day or other, but, despise me all
he Hkes—I'm not such carrion as he
thinks me; and If he only likes to keep
out of my way I'm willing to keep out
of his. Tell him when he wakes up
that as long as he gives up going after
what belongs to me—for it was my
grandfather's—he Is safe, but the min-
ute he sets his foot or hand on what
Is mine, It's elther his iife or mine.
And then he turned away and was
rowed to the Susan B.,, and they soon
salled away.”
“With the black flag at the peak, I!
suppose, Tom,” sald I. “Well, that!
was a fine speech, quite a flight of ora-
tory, and I'm sure I'm obliged to him
for the life that's still worth having, in
spite of this ungodly aching in my
head, But how about the poor cap-
taln there! Where does all his elo-
quence come in there? He can't call |
They waiting i
ready to murder us, 8s you saw. I'm
afraid the captain and the law be.
tween them are all that is necessary
to cook the goose of our friend Heury
P. Tobias, Jr, without any help from
as the captain died for!
me, I should prefer they allowed me
to make it a personal matter.” i
“It's the beginning of the price,” |
gaid Tom,
“The beginning of the price?
“It's the dead hand,” continued Tom:
“I told you, you'll remember, that wher-
it self-defense. were
me-—though,
and waiting till
another dead man comes along to take
up sentry duty so to say. The ghost
is getting busy. And it makes me
think that we're coming pretiy near
had all this happen. Mark me. the
treasures near by—or the ghost
wouldn't be so maliclous™
And then, looking around where the
captain and the engineer and Silly
Theodore lay, 1 said:
“The first thing we've got to do is to
bury these poor fellows: but where”
I added, “are the other two that fell
in the water?
“Oh,” sald Tom, “a couple of sharks
got them just before you woke up.”
CHAPTER VIL
In Which Tom and | Attend Several
Funerals,
When Tom and I came to look over
the ground with a view to finding a
burial place for the dead 1 realized
with grim emphasis the truth of
harlie Webster's remarks—in those
souggery nights that seemed so re
mote and far away--on the nature of
the soil which would have to be gone
over In quest of my treasure. No won
“Why, Tom,” I said, “there isn't al
load of real soll In a
square mile, We couldn't dig a grave |
for a dog in stuff like this” and as I |
spoke, the pewterlike rock under my
feet clanged and echoed with a metal
lie sound.
“Come along, Tom, I can't stand any
more of this. We'll have to leave our |
funerals till tomorrow, and get aboard |
for the night"—for the Maggie Darling |
was still flouting there serenely, as |
though men and thelr violence had no!
existence on the planet.
“We'd better cover them up, against :
i
of those unsavory birds rising in the |
air as we returned to the shore. We
did this as well as we were able with
rocks and the wreckage of an olf
boat strewn on the beach.
I don’t think two men were ever so
glad of the morning, driving before it
the haunted night. After breakfast
our first thought was natursily to the
sad and disagreeable business before
us,
“I tell you what I've been thinking,
sar,” sald Tom, as we rowed ashore,
and I managed to pull down a turkey
buzzard that rose at our approsch-—
happily our coverings had proved fair
ly effective—"T've been thinking that
the only one of the three that really
matters Is the captain, and we ean
find sufficient soll for him in one of
those big holes”
“How about the others?"
“Well, to tell the truth, I was think
ing that sharks are good enough for
them.”
“They deserve no better, Tom, and
I think we may as well get rid of them
first.”
So it was done as we sald, and car
rying them by the feet and shoulders
tunely—we skillfully flung them In,
and they glided off with wmearce a
splash,
call them, and there we were able to)
dig him a fairly respectable grave,
Tom and Sailor and I were now, to |
the best of our bellef, alone on the |
island, and a lomesomer spot it would |
be hard to imagine, or one touched at |
certain hours with an falrer beauty— |
a beauty wralthlike and, like a sea
shell, haunted with the marvel of the
sea.
First we went over our stores, and, |
thanks to those poor dead mouths that |
did not need to be reckoned with any |
more, we had plenty of everything te
inst us for at least a month, not to |
speak of fishing, at which Tom was an |
expert,
When, however,
plans for the hunting we |
soon came to a dead stop. The indi
cations given by Tobias seemed, in the |
face of sueh a terrain, naive to a de- |
gree. Possibly the land had changed
since his day. Some little, of course, |
it must have done, Tom and I went
over Toblas® directlous again and |
there was the compass earved on the |
rock, and the cross, There was some.
thing definite—something which, If it |
was ever there at all, was there still-
for In that climate the weather leaves
things unperished almost as in Egypt.
Sitting on the highest bluff we could |
find, Tom and I looked around.
“That compass Is somewhere amon:
these Infernal rocks—if It ever
carved there at all—that's one thing |
certain, Tom; but look at the rocks!”
Over twenty }
we turned to our
treasure
Was
miles of rocks north |
and south, and from two to six from |
A more hopeless job the
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we reached the boat at sunset we had
and roll into our bunks. A machete
is a heavy weapon that needs no little
skill in" handling with economy of
force, and Tom, who had been brought
up to it, was, in spite of his years, a
better practitioner than I.
1 have already hinted at the kind of
way through, but no words ean do jus-
tice to the almost inte ent
tess with which those weird
opposed us, It really
they were Inspired by
force pitting itself
vegetable Incarnation of evi
and fury and cunning
Day after day Tom an
home dead beat, wit
word to exchange v 8
We had now been at it §
fortnight, and I loved the
more every day for the grit
age with which he supports
tubborn-
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rible labors and kept u
nce or twice
whi
other to see, and once
tried BOING bl
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Tom
his |
mind of man could not concelve,
shook his head, snd scratched
graying wool.
“I go most by the ghost, sar,” he
said. "All these men had never been
killed if the ghost hadn't been gome-
where near, Mark me, If we find the
treasure it'll be by the ghost”
“That's all very welll” I laughed.
“But how are we going to get the
ghost to show his hand? 1Ile's pot
such bloodthirsty ways with him.”
“They always have, gar” sald Tom,
no doubt with some ancestral shudder
of voodoo worship In his blood. “Yes,
sar, they always cry out for blood, It's
all they've got to live on. They drink
it like you and me drink coffee or
rum. It's terrible to hear them in the
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again,
when
clos
nd i WHO Wore tow wars
far apart to hear each other's hal
had fired our !
f that
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got
with the
But. fi
dently
ply. But ther . }
I fired, Still ne was on the
f fi fi when I heard
Sallor racing
me, It was ng
the over the jagged
Evidently there was something
“Something wrong old
Sailor?" I asked, as though he could
answer me
as pisinly as dog could
townrd rocks
wron
with
don, wagging
he had come.
“Off we go, then, old chap.” and as
as | could.
to get to where Tom had been work.
ing. Sallor brushed his way ahead,
pushing through the scrub with canine
importance. Presently, at the tod of
a slight elevation, I came smong the
bushes to a softer spot where the soll
had given way, and saw that it was
dently fallen In.
and whined, pawing the earth, and
\ at
the same time I heard 8 moaning
un
night.” :
“Well, Tom,” I remarked, “you may |
be right, but of one thing I'm certain: |
if the ghost's going to get any one,
sha'n’t be you"
“We've both got one good chance
against them—-" Tom was beginning,
“Don’t tell me again about that old
sucking fish.”
“Mind you keep it safe, for all that,”
sald Tom gravely. “I wouldn't lose
mine for a thousand pounds”
“Well, all right, but let's forget the
damned old ghosts for the present.”
We decided to try a plan that was
really no plan at all; that Is to say, to
seek more or less at random, till we
consumed all our stores except just
enough to take us home. Meanwhile
we would, each of us, every day, cut a
sort of radiating swathe, working sin-
gle-handed, from the cove entrance.
Thus we would prospect as much of
the country as possible in a sort of
fan, both of us keeping our eyes open
for a compass earved on a rock. In
this way we might hope to cover no in
considerable stretch of the country In
“I= that you, Tom?" I called. Thank
God, the old chap was not dead at all
“Thank the Lord, it's you, sar” he
“I'm all right, but I've had a
bad fall——and I can’t seem sable to
move.”
I'll be with you in a minute,” I called
down to him.
" A cave, a pirate’s bones,
a chest and—
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(TO BE CONTINUED.
Cure for Rheumatism,
A certain variety of seaweed, known
in Ireland as “tope,” has been recom
mended by a farsus physician as a
cure for rheumatism and throat affec
tions if eaten hot, whilst In some parts
of England and Wales a variety of
seaweed, known as “laver,” has been
in demand for years as a vegetable,
be extremely palatable
Critic Coins New Word,
Tired of the hackneyed phrase, a
“gripping” story, originated by some
weary critic and eagerly snatched up
by book advertisers, it has remained
for a Boston dramatic critic to dis
' He hus found u
Return to Strictly Straight Line
Is Predicted. :
Variety of Styles and Contradictions
Between Paris and New York
Expected to Continue.
Differing from the general opinion
abroad is an American authority who
ment that a return to
straight line tallored coat is certain.
As this comes from one of the houses
SIMPLE AND CHARMING DRESS
well known it carries weight.
Having discarded much
the knee downward as
the warmest of weather
wenring velvet berets and
as
ire
is a vogue for hats of black t » and
innovation.
The white velvet is, of course, very
vear velvet on a summer da
forth charming
milan, but they
rome
and
One of Lewis’
of white velvet in au
enllor shape with a huge “pouf” ot
murabou in white also, It had the
merit of looking summery, at least in
roiling
gs did some of the velvet tam-o'-shan-
i cription a
nwich vil
in Q«
our own Greg
like
i BIH
sm
and Skirt, or into One-Piece
Street Dress.
Phere is no
displays restraint
ial which so per
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serge. The color apd the
in themselves suggest
opportunities Ignored.
implied an experience
and knowledge of. infinite va-
there is
According to the need of the wearer,
SeTEe may
and skirt, or into a
dress. With an exacting
ose-fit-
» made
Of
Hs
r. the «
d the utmost
of finish and cut, coupled
with a resolute determination not
inch to the skirt hem, one
give free scope to
these detalis are observed,
to
{Ince
shears may be allowed.
Blue serge is the
for accessories of
Let
for
glk Yes
wrist,
or sand-colored spats,
suede
loosely over the tight
a fur neckpiece of reduced
tions, Then, as a signature
propor
to
vell eteh a mad design In one bold, de-
ie a dashing touch In a costume other
wise reserved. ’
Blue serge Is unaseailable, impece
cable, It is clever, and it is wise.
THE HAT AND BAG TO MATCH
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This is a dress of yellow voile bead-
ef in blue and white, with 2 sash of
blue; an exquisite creation so sum-
| mery and beautiful,
FAD FOR STRIPED CRETONNES
Pleasing Effects Are Considered
Smarter for Hall, Living Room
and the Porch,
There is a fad for striped upholsters
ings this year and just po
striped effects are cor art
er, for hall, ls room and porch,
than the flowered patterns that are
reserved for sleeni: g rooms. Som
¥
w these
widered smart
the broadly striped designs have gres
dignity and character
give a room a certain
probably because of thelr
that is fancied st the moment
than the garety of flowered chintz.
A specially smart pattern has a tan-
| colored ground with very wide stripes
| of deep blue, and down the center of
each blue stripe runs a narrow,
definite stripe of black. A country
house lHving room is going to have
curtaics and chalr covers of this blue,
| black and tan-striped cretonne, used
with a deep blue rug, some pleces of
{ old, beautifully polished mahogany,
| and lamp shades of deep blue printed
and
NOW OKS—
more
{ silk.
These shades are merely squares of
| silk, bordered with nasrow black
| braid, and a black silk tassel swings
i from each corner of the square, when
{ It Is thrown over the foundation shade
{ which is of orange-colored chiffon.
| The orange does nbt show by day, but
{gives a soft glow through the thin
i bine silk cover when the lamp fs
lighted,
OVERBLOUSE HERE TO STAY
Fashion Forecasts Show the Garment
Is to Be One of the Popular
Fall Adjuncts.
One type of garment that It seems
perfectly safe to advise the average
woman to purchase now with the com-
fortable assurance that it may be worn
when fall comes around fz the long
or over-theskirt blouse, These blouses
unfortunately are rather expensive just
now, and Mrs, Average Woman will
hesitate a little before purchasing a
garment about which there has been so
much discussion and which has =o long
struggled for general recognition.
Blouse makers have announced that
they have confidence In the continued
vogue of this type of blouse, now that
American women have finally agreed
to give it a real tryout, and because of
this confidence they are bringing out,
or planning to bring out in the fall
lines, long blouses that will be sold at
reasonable figures,
Therefore the woman who does not
care to walt until fall for ber over-the-
skirt blouse may watch for special and
‘bargain sales and lay in as many as
she likes without fear that the fall will