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THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON, SATURDAY, JULY 12. 1919.
EBNG THE AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE
TREASURE DISCOVERED IN
IS!ANDSHFHAfH9W
TJVFM TD THF MIRIir
RicWd Lg
CHAPTER VIII.
An Unfinithed Gam f Cards.
On everilnt s I returned to Hit
unusually worn oat and diheart
ened I asked Turn how the uteres were
bidding out. He answered cheerfully
hit they would last another week and
leave us enough to jet home.
"Well, shall we stlek out tli other
week or not, TomT I don't want to
kill you, and I confess I'm nearly all
In myself."
"May as well stick It out, sar, now
we've gone so far. Then we'll have
done all we ran, and there's a certain
satisfaction In doing that, tar."
So next morning we went at It
tfniri, and the next, and the next
again, and then on the fourth duy.
when our week was drawing to lis
close, something at last happened to
change the grim monotony of our days.
It was shortly after the lunch hour.
Tom and I, who were now working too
far apart to hoar each other's halloo,
had tired our revolver once or twice
1 show Hint all wa right with us.
Hut, for no rcflKon I run give, I sud
denly got a feeling that all was not
right wlili the old man, so I fired tuy
revolver and gave lilnr time for a re
ply. Itul there whs no answer. Again
I tired. 1111 no answer. I was on the
point of firing again when I heard
something coming through the brush
behind me. It was Sailor racing
toward me over the Jugged rocks.
Kvldently there was aoinetlilug wrong.
"Something wrong with old Tom,
Sailor?" I linked, as though he could
nimver me. And Indeed he did answer
as plainly as dog could do, wagging
his lall and whining and turning to go
hack with me In (lie illreetlun whence
he had come.
"Off we go, then, old chap." and as
he ran ahead, I followed him as fast
as I could.
tt took me the best part of an hour
to ge( to where Tom had been work
ing. Sailor brushed his way abend,
pushing through the scrub with canine
Importance, rrexently, at the top of
a slight elevation, I came among the
hushes to a softer spot where the soil
had given way, ami saw that It was
the mouth of s slmft like a wide chim
ney flue, the earth of which had evl
deully fallen In. Here Sailor stopped
and whined, pawing the earth, anil tit1
the siiiiih time I heard a moHiiing nil
th'incHtli. "U thai you, Tom?" I called. Thank
tlisl, the old ilmp was not dead at all
events,
, "Thank the I,nrd, It's you. sur," be
cried. "I'm all right, but I've bad a
bad fall nni I can't aeem able to
move."
"Hold on and keep up your heart
I'll be with yon In n minute," I called
down to him.
' Mind yourself, sar," he culled cheer
ily, and Indeed It whs a problem to get
ihmii to It i i ii without precipitating the
loose eaiili and link Hint were lemly
to make a landKllde down the hole, and
perhaps bury him forever.
Hut. looking almtit, I found auother
natural tunnel In the side of t lie hill.
Into this I was able to worm myself,
and In the dim light fouud the old tunu
and put my Husk to his lips.
"Anything broken, do you thlnkt"
Tom didn't think so. lie had evi
dently been stunned by his fait, and
another pull at my flask aet him on
his feet. Hut as I helped him up, and,
striking a light, we begin to look
around the hole he had tumbled Into,
' he gave a piercing shriek and fell on
his knees, jahhorlng with fear.
"The rhnsls! the ghosts I" he
screamed.
And the sight that met our eyes was
certainly one to try the nerves. Two
figures snt at a table one with his
but tilted slightly and one leaning side
ways In hi chair In a careless sort of
aliunde, 'they aceemed to be playing
canls, and they were strmigely .white
for they were skeletons.
I stood hushed, while Tom's teeth
rstiled st my side. Th fantastic awe
of the Iking mis be)oud telling. And
thou, not without a qualm or two,
which I would be a liar to deny, I went
and stood Bearer to llieui. Nearly nil
tlie1rrlnth.es h'ld fallen away, hanging
but In shreds here nod there. That
the hat had so Jauntily kept Its place
was one of those grim touches Ieath,
thill leirllile humorist, loves to add to
bis jests. The csnls which had ap-
pjivntly Just been dealt, bad suffered
scarcely from decay only a little dirt
lisd sifted ilowu tisin them, as It bad
l.ii'i the mm glasses that stood, ton,
st each msn's side. And as I looked
st the skeleton Jauntily facing m,
noticed that a bullet hole had been
umrte as clean as If by a drill la bis
forehead of bone while, tinning to
examine more closely Ms client part
ier. I noticed rusty sallur'a knife
limning from the rlli where the lungs
lisd been. Then I looked on the floor
mid found the key to the whole story,
THE BAHAM.
- IOW -
"
GalliffieJ?
Tor there, within a few yards, sIikm!
a heavy sailor's chest, strongly bound
around with Iron. Its lid was thrown
back and a few coins lay scattered at
the bottom, while a few lay about on
the Door. I picked them up.
They were pieces of eight !
Meanwhile Tom had stopped jabber
ing and had come nearer, looking on
In awed alienee. I showed him the
pieces of eight. j
"I guess these are all we'll see of
one John P. Tobias' treasure, Tom,"
I said. And It looks as If these poor
fellows saw as little of It as ourselves.
Can't you Imagine them with It there
at their feet perhaps playing to di
vide it on gamble, and meanwhile
the other fellow stealing In through
some of these rabbit runs one with a
knife, the other with a gun and then:
off with the loot and tip with the suits
I'oor devils! It strikes me as a very
pretty tragedy doesn't It yon J"
Suddenly erhaps with the vlbra
Hon of our voices the but toppled ofl
the head of the fellow facing us in Hit
most weird and comical fashion anil
that was too much for Tom, and he
screamed anil made for the exit hole
I Waited a Mlnut to Replace the Hat
on the Rakish Ona'a Head.
Kut I waited a minute to replace the
hilt iui the rakish one's head. ' As I
was likely ol'leii to think of blm In the
futuro I preferred to remember him
at the iiiumem of our first strange
acquaintance.
Book II.
CHAPTER
Once Mora In John Saunders1
Snug-
Bry,
Need I say that It whs a great occa
sion when 1 was once more buck safe
In John Saunders' snuggery, telling my
story to my two friends, John ami
Charlie Webster, all Just as If I had
never stirred from my easy chnlr, In-sti-Hil
of having spent ail exciting
month or so among sharks, dead men.
blood-lapping ghosts, curd playing
skeletons ami such like!
My friends listened tu my yarn In
characteristic fashion, John Nuunders'
eyes like mice peeping out of a cup-hoHi-d,
Mini Charlie Webster's huge
bulk poised almost threatening, as It
were, with the keenness of his atteu
tlon. Ills deep-set kind brown eyes
glowed bke a boy's as I went on, but
by their dangerous kindling at certain
points of the story, those dealing with
riillnrly English.
For t I in my story had but one moral I
the treason of Henry I. Tobias, Jr.'
The treasure nilnlit as well have bud
no existence, so fur us be was con-j
reined, and the grim rUiiuix In the
rave drew nothing from him but a pre
occupied nod. And John Saunders
was llitle more satisfactory. Both of
them allowed me to end In silence.
They both seemed to be thinking j
deeply.
."I must say you two are a great au
diiiwe," 1 salt) presently,
rather childishly nettled.
"It's a very serious matter." said
John Saunders, and I renllxed that It
was not my crony but the secretary to
the treasury of his Britannic msje
ty's government at Nassau that wss
talking. As be spoke he looked across
at Charlie Wehster, nlluoV't's if for-
1 "i.
'iiir;Hjr-' y I
lily -rvJ
our pockmarked friend, Henry I. To-1 H 0 IV lC .' -
bias, Jr., I soon rcullxed where, for li V'wv' t ' v Cf
blm, the chief Interest of the story fj I y , ' ch
"The rebel!" he roared out j V,;? ' t
once or twice, using an adlectlve pe- I ,-n I V t.TSTlN
getting me." "Someihiiig "should " be
done about it. eh, Charlie? he con
tinued.
" traitor!" roared Charlie, once
more employing that BritUlf adjective.
And then he turned to me :
"Look here, old al, I'll make a bar
gain with you. If you like. I suppose
you're keen for that other treasure
now, ehF
"I am," said I rather stiffly.
"Well, then. Til go after It with
yon on one condition. Ton ran keep
the treasure. If you'll give me Tobias.
It would do my heart good to get him.
aa yoa bad the chance of doing that
afternoon. Whatever Were you doing
to miss btraT
"I proposed to myself the fcal!nf ac
tion of making good that mistake.'' I
said, "on our next meeting. I feel I
owe It to the poor old captain.'
"Never mind; hand the captain's
rights over to me and Til help yon
all I know with your treasure. Be
sides, Tobias la a job for an English
man eh, John? It's a matter of 'king
and country' with me. With you It
would be mere private vengeance.
With me It will be an execution; with
you it would be a murder. Isn't that
o, 3ohn?"
"Exactly," John nodded.
"Since you were away." Charlie be
gan again, "I've bought the prettiest
yawl you ever set eyes on the Fla
mingo forty-five over all, and thla
time the very fastest boat In the har
bor. Yes! she's faster even than the
Susan B. Now. I've a holiday due me
In about a fortnight. Say the word,
and the Flamingo's yours for a couple
ot months, and her captain too. I
make only that one condition."
"All right, Charlie," I agreed; "he's
yours."
Whereat Charlie shot out a huge
paw like a shoulder of mutton and
grabbed my hand with as much fervor
as though i hud saved his life or done
him some other uiilmaglnahje kind
ness. And as he did ao his broad,
sweet smile came bark again. He wus
thinking of Tobim.
While Charlie Webster was arrang
ing his affairs so that he might be
able to take his holiday with a free
blind I busied myself with provision
ing the Klumtngo, and In casually chat
ting with one and unother along the
water front, In the hope of gathering
some hint that nilghl guide us on our
coining expedition, I thought It pos
sible, too, thut chance might thus
bring me some Information as to the
recent movements of Tobias.
In this way I made the acquaintance
of several old sails, both white and
black, one or two of whom time and
their neighbors had Invested with a
legendury savor of the old "wrecking
duys," which, If rumor speaks true,
j re not entirely vanished from the
remoter comers of the Islauds, But
either their romantic halos were en
tirely due to Imaginative gossip, or
they themselves were too shrewd to
be drawn, for I got nothing out of
them to my purpose.
One afternoon In the course of these
rather fruitless If Interesting Investi
gations among the picturesque ship
yards of Bay street I had wandered
farther along that historic water front
than Is customary with sightseeing pe
destrians, and had come to where the
road begins to be left alone with the
sea, except for a few country house
here and there among the surrounding
scrub when my eye wus riiuglit by
a little store that seemed to have
strayed awity from the others a small
Umber erection painted In blue and
white with a sort of sea-wlldness and
loneliness about It, and with large,
naive lettering across Its lintel an
nouncing Itself us an "Kuipotium" (t
think that was the word) "of Marine
Curiosities."
I pushed opeu the door. There wus
no one there. The little store wits
evidently left to tuke care of Itself,
Inside It wus like uu old curiosity shop
of the sea, every available Inch of
smice, rough tables and walls Uttered
and hung with the queer and lovely
bric-a-brac of the sea. Presently a
tiny girl caiue in, as It seemed, from
nowhere and suld she would fetch her
tut her. In a moment or two he came,
a tail, weathered Kugllshuuiu of the
sailor type, brown and lean, with
lonely blue eyes.
"You dou't aeem afraid of thieves,"
I remarked.
"It ain't a Jewelry store," he suld,
13 4" T'T'Ot
a ii . i . i : a . , i r
1 ufill Jl-JXrf1
ill il I KM ,. 1. , i'S h. i w-- 11
perhaps V II - ", . i
WHIP
"You Don't Stem Afraid of Thisvea.
with the curious soft sing song Intona-
thin of the Nassau "conch." ' "
"That's Just what I was thinking It i.
was," I said.
"I know w hat you mean." be replied,
his lonely face lighting up as faces do
st unexpected anderstanding in a
stranger. "Of course there are aonie
that feel that way, but they're few and
far between."
"Not enough to make a fortune out
ofr
"Oh! I do pretty well." be said; "I
mustn't complain. Money's not every
thing v,,n ma In hnstrlM, Ilk
this. There's going after the things.
you know.
One's got to count that in
too."
I looked at him In some surprise.
I had met something even rarer than
the things be traded In. I bad suet
merchant of dreams, to whom the mere
handling of his merchandise seemed
suncfcnt profit: "There's going after
the things, yon know. One's got t
count that In too."
Naturally we were neck-deep In talk
In a moment. I wanted to hear all he
cared to tell me about "going after
the thlngs"-H9uch "things !" and he
was nothing loth, aa he took up one
strange or beautiful object after an
other, his face aglow, and he quite
evidently without a thought of doing
business, and told me all abont them
how and where he got them, and so
forth.
"But," he said presently, encouraged
by my unfeigned Interest, "I should
like to show you a few rarer things I
have in the house, and which I
wouldn't sell, or even show to every
one. If you'd honor me by taking a
cud of tea we might look them over."
So we left the little store, with Its
door unlocked as I had found It, and
a few steps brought us to a little house
I hud not before noticed, with a neat
garden In front of it, all the garden
beds symmetrically bordered with
couch shells. Shells were evidently
the simple-hearted fellow's mania, his
revelation of the beauty of the world.
Here In n neat parlor, also much dec
orated wth shells, tea was served to
us by the little girl I had first seen
and an elder sister, who, I gathered,
made all the lonely dreamer's family.
Then, shyly pressing on me a cigar, he
turned to show me the promised treas
ures. He also told me more of his
manner of finding them, and of the
long trips which he had to take in
seeking them, to out-of-the-way cays
and In dangerous waters.
lie wag showing me the last and
rarest of his specimens. He hud kept,
he said, the best to the Inst. To me,
as a liiymnn, It wus not nearly so at
tractive as other things he had shown
tne little more to my eye than a rath
er commonplace though pretty shell ;
out no expuunen inat u was mum,,
nr nuit mn fur heen fnnnn. milT In nns
spot In the Islands, a lovely, seldom
visited cay several miles to the north
east of Androa Island.
"What Is It culled?" I asked, for tt
was part of our plan for Charlie to do
a ltttln'tluck shooting on Andros, be
fore we tackled the business ot Tobias
and the treasure.
"It's culled " Csy nowadays,"
he answered, "but It used to tie culled
Short Shrift Isiiind."
"Short Shrift Island 1" I cried In
fiplte of myself, Immediately annoyed
ut my luck of presence of mind.
"Certulnly," he rejoined, looking u
little surprised but evidently without
suspicion. He was too simple and too
taken up with his shell.
'it Is such an odd name," I suld,
trying to recover myself.
"Yes I those old pirate chaps cer
tainly did think up some of the rum
mlest names."
"One of the pirate haunts, was It?"
I queried with assumed Indifference.
"Supposed to be. But one hears
that of every other cay In the Bnlm
nins. I tuke no stock in such yarns.
My shells ure ull.the treasure I expect
to find."
"Whnt did you call that shell?" I
asked.
Ho told me the name, but I forgot
tt Immediately. Of course I had asked
It only for the sake of learning more
recisely about Short Shrift Island. He
told me Innocently enough Just where
it lay.
"Are you going after It?" he laughed.
"Oh! well," I replied, "I am going
on a duck-shooting trip to Andros lie
fore long, and I thought I might drop
around to your cay and pick a few of
them up for you."
"It would be mighty kind of you, but
they're not, easy to find. I'll tell you
exactly " He went off, dear fellow,
Into the minutest description of the
habits of , while all the time I
was eager to rush off to Charlie i
ster and John Saunders and shout
Into their ears aa later I did at the
first possible moment that evening:
"I've fouud our missing cay! Short
Shrift Island Is " (I mentioned ,
the name of a cay, which, as In the '
case of "Dead Man's Bhoes," I tm on
able to divulge.)
"Maybe r said Charlie", "maybe!
We can try It But," be added, "did
yoa find out anvthing about Tobias?"
(Continued Next Saturday.)
W ' Jr fcT ntnin-i nod Atm&titm
f mm mtui-tr ftori moveiTvrntt- tor,-
t-uns notntng Dtrmiul no licwwi
no Htm ;ut the finM
mciuieai lor tmbtitg lime.
At mn jTmfntist
it l - a" r J v i
f 1
Dctuikd BcQUCStS Mllde
To Various Relations B?
BctteriHe Woman In WDI
About 10 months before ler death,
I.rdia A. Kinron of Butteville, wade
liinpositioe by will, not only ui her real
(State valued at tbont $&0t; but also
of her various household gwuls. The
will was made August 27, lyl,. and
Mrs. Kinyon died June 89, i?lt.
Having disposed of her reai proptrty,
iBT0 Jwtribnted her household
To say granddaughter. Fannis
Seholx, mr sewing mtchiue and gold
watck aad ehaio.
"To ray gn.addaaghter, Ualrina
White, any vacuum carpet (leaner.
"To my daughter-in-law, Nora Kin
yon, my goldea wedding dishes and my
wardrobe.
"T bjw son. George Kinyon, a pic
ture of myself and my deceased hus
band.
"To my son, William Chase Kinyon,
my family group of pictures and to his
wile an equal interest in the pictures.
"To my son, Jus. F, Kinyuu, a pic
ture of myself and my deceased bus
band.
"To my sons, Jas. F. Km von and
John J. Kinyon, I give in trust my dish
es, except uiy golden wedding dishes,
to be equally divided between them.
"To my son, John J. Kinyon, and his
wife, my old chair,
"To my grandson, Elijah Keith Kin
yon, my spare bed and my berry spoon.
"To my son, James F. Kinyon, my
grapkophone and my family Bible.
"To my brother, John Smith, a fam
ily picture.
"To be distributed among my 12
grand children, .i00. ' '
. HMIOOEWS.
(Capitol Journal Spec ial Service.)
Mario i. Or., July 12. Will Hudley
and family were Sunday visitors at
Marion at the home of Bennett l'ear
son. Mrs. Ben Endsley is very ill at this
writing.
Mrs. Enos l'rcssnul has gone to Idaho
to take charge of the church work at
Woodland. She is expecting to be gone
for several mouths.
Alinn Barber is now able to get about
on crutches as her broken leg is doing
nicely,
Marion is a very busy place now with
all the loganberries that sre to be
picked. Bert Presnall has twenty ofl
the reform school boys helping with his I
picking besides about fifteen Muriou
pickers.
Mr. Burton has gone on a camping!
trip this week.
Calvin Muriow is going to preach at,
ni h,
I -
Everyone is cordially invited to hear
him. Wo are sorry he has to leave us
so soon.
DALLAS OARAGE SOLD
Dallas, July 12. The Dalla? garage
on North Main street opeiated for the
past several yoars by Paul iHunter was
sold this week to two l'ortland younjr
meu, I. Ijeonard and J. .P. Walton. The
new proprietors are both experienced
automobile men having been employed
in tho plant of the Covey Motor com
pany of rorthiud for many yeats. Both
are expert mechanics about automo
biles and will continue the line of re
pair work established by Mr. Hunter.
Bargains In
TIRES
1-30x3 X.8 7.00
l-a0x3 S 9.9b
1-10x3 yt NK $13.
1 32x3',i -S - -
1-32x4 X.S 323.95
CORD TIRES
2-3:1x4 M4.90
1-34x4 ....$46.60
,80
,70
l-3.-.x4'i .' $63.
AU Rerere Tires Oire Exception il
Mileage
"Motorlifa" Will Clean Tour Engine
CLARK'S TIRE HOUSE
319 N. Commercial St. Salem. Of.
V
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Mann and Mallory
in
Breezy Bits
Ps,W. . ..r
w-usvau-h tot
Palm Beach Suits
FOR BOY'S and LITTLE GENTS, they come in
ages from 10 to 17 years of age and are "Just like
Dad's". ,
Some are in neat stripes and some in the very
popular waist-line models, and still others ;n plain
styles.
In this hot sultry weather that is so hard on the
nerves, consider what it must be to a growing boy
that needs all his vitality for growth to become the
healthy boy that he has a right to become Give him
his chance.
THEY are so INEXPENSIVE that you should
not consider a few dollars where health is concerned.
Genuie Palm Beaqh Suits $9.00
ARROW SHIRrS AND COLLARS.
JUST arrived the most beautiful shipment of
shirts of quality that is possible, we thought that
the last had reached the limit of beauty but my
these are wonderful values in 'QUALITY and in
wonderful patterns.
THERE are many to choose from, yoa could
never miss purchasing a shirt of such beauty if you
come in and view them for yourself. Don't take our
word for this come in and judge for yourself.
THIS shipment of SHIRTS.is in the LINEN and
SILK and are so very serviceable and always laund
ers perfectly--they are values that you cannot af
ford to pass by.
Priced from $2.50 to $3.50
AND now comes the SOFT COLLARS in the
ARROW COLLARS they are so comfortable in this
hot sticky weather when a stiff collar feels so out
of place.
If you -have not experienced the joy and eolid
comfort to be found in one of these, you have missed
part of the enjoyment of life. Get yours now at
Bishop'swhy be uncomfortable any longer.
Every Family in Marion And Polk Counties a Patron
SALEM
WOOLEN MILLS
STORE
W ALTER L. TOOZE, JR., IS
ON WAT TO DALLAS
Dallas, July 12. Captain Walter L.
Tooze Jr., a former attorney of this
city who enlisted in the army at the
outbreak of the recent war, is on his
way to his home iu this city, accord -
ing to information received by Dallas
fnciiils and relatives this week. Mr.
Yooze was one of tho instruclors of the
famous Plst division at Cninp Lewis
and wss afterwsrds transferred to a
trniniait camp at ("oroell university
where he has since been stationed. Cap
tain Tuo7.e wa formerly district attor
ney for I'ulk couuty and expects to
aain reenter the practice of law upon
hi arrival ht're.
SUNDAY
BsDy-Hoo THrce
Circus La Patite
EARL WILLIAMS
in "THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE"
J THEATRE
o-j. .j;.
I
little K,en i
DALLAS LIEUTENANTS
RETURN FRCM FRANCE
Dallas, July 12. Meiitcnan's I'orost
Martin and Raymond Sroti, two Dallas
,. , . " . . ' "
"l:,le", haie (been ir France for
! P TV hnvi
this country, hoth having won eemniis-
mciis while li'.irosd Lic-'.itennnt Mkitis
I arrived here the first of the week and
Lientensi.t Scott is inniii. ntarMy ex-
pected hon.(. Ileth young men were
member, of t'ompanv I, of this eity
j when that orjrnnintinn wa. mustered
into the servke and thi"r promotions
Mme as a reward for their hard and
omgent worn perlormeil in the
army
; in i ranee.
Jack and Eva Arnold
Bright Moments of
Musical Comedy
3. 0. Tarry "g