PAGE EIGHT. 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 EM 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