New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 25, 1919 Page: 3 of 8
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NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, NEW ULM, TEXAS
EIGHTWw
i THE AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE OF
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HILL'S
familiar sound.
Richard Le
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“WAIT A MINUTE!"
thinking
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
HEALTH IS IMMUNE TO FLU
decanter were to be
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
the
corner
antici-
an air
ball of
tear his
knows 1
the
ho-
Weak men believe in luck; strong
men believe in cause and effect.
Broom corn Is being grown on s
small scale In various parts of South
Africa.
A man is compelled to keep his
word when no one will take i
Paraguay has valuable resources,
the most important of which is que-
bracho, which is particularly rich in
tannin.
BEING
TREASURE DISCOVERED IN THE BAHAM
1SLANFG- G GG YGR--1"-?’ -NG
GIVEN TO THE PUBLIC.
Recovering, she put her
mebbe. Spirits is cu-
dey need inspiration
he cursed “dem boys” that had
from him a priceless crystal
once had belonged to his old
mother, who, before him, had
softened; “but
taking passen-
trees—and
all choked up
The unexpected passenger
proves interesting, even
though the treasure seekers
are strangely blind.
Creative Ability.
In our office we draw a very distinct
line between designs or sketches and
working drawings, and It is, in my
opinion, fatal to try to measure a de-
signer’s ability by the number of hours
it would take him to produce a sketch.
That is work that requires creative
Imagination, and our designers are not
judged by the amount of time they put
Into the solution of an architectural
problem, but solely by the results
which they obtain, irrespective of cost,
so that this part of the work does not
come under this category. Only after
sketches have been approved, and the
work is turned over to general drafts-
men to be developed into working
drawings, can we begin to apply scien-
tific methods In accomplishing the dlf<
ferent ends.—Sunbeams.
Joining the Police.
“So you want to leave, cook? What
motive have you for going away?”
“It ain’t a motive, mum; it’s only a
policeman.”—London Tit-Bits.
In Which We Take Ship Once More.
The discovery which—through my
friend the dealer in “marine curiosi-
ties”—I had made, or believed myself
to have made, of the situation of
Henry P. Tobias’ second “pod” of
treasure, fitted exactly with Charlie
Webster’s wishes for our trip, small
stock as he affected to take in it at the
moment.
“Short Shrift island” lay a few miles
to the northwest of Andros island.
Now Andros is a great haunt of wild
duck, not to speak of that more^aygust
bird, the flamingo. Attraction number
one for the good Charlie. Then, though
it is some hundred and fifty miles long
and some fifty miles broad at its
broadest, it has never yet, It is said,
been entirely explored.
Its center is still a mystery. The
natives declare it is haunted, or at all
events inhabited by some strange peo-
ple no one has yet approached close
enough to see. You can see their
houses, they say, from a distance, but
as you approach them, they disappear.
Here, therefore, seemed an excellent
place for Tobias to take cover in.
Charlie’s duck-shooting preserves, end-
less marl lakes islanded with man-
grove copses, lay on the fringe of this
mysterious region. So Andros was
plainly marked out for our destina-
tion.
Sailor had watched his master get-
ting his guns ready for some days,
ami, doubtless, memories stirred in
him of Scotch moors they had shot
over together. He raised his head to
the night wind and sniffed impatiently,
as though he already scented the wild
duck on Andros island. He was im-
patient, like the rest of us, because,
though it was an hour past sailing-
time, we had still to collect two of the
crew. The two loiterers turned up at
last and, all preliminaries being at
length disposed of, we threw off the
mooring ropes and presently there was
heard that most exhilarating of sounds
to anyone who loves seafaring, the rip-
pling of the ropes through the blocks
as our mainsail began to rise up high
against the moon which was beginning
to look out over the huge block of the
Colonial hotel, the sea wall of which
ran along as far as our mooring. A
few lights in its windows here and
there broke the blank darkness of its
facade, glimmering through the ave-
nues of royal palms. I am ‘thus ex-
plicit because of something that pres-
ently happened and which stayed
mainsail in its rippling ascent.
A tall figure was running along
sea wall from the direction of the
tel, calling out, a little breathlessly, in
a rich young voice as it ran:
“Wait a minute there, you fellows I
Wait a minute 1”
We were already moving, parallel
with the wall, and at least twelve feet
away from it, by the time the figure—
that of a tall boy, cowboy-hatted and
picturesquely outlined in the half
light—stopped just ahead of us. He
raised something that looked like a
bag in his right hand, calling out
“Catch” as he did so; and, a moment
after, before a word could be spoken,
he took a flying leap and landed
amongst us, plump in the cockpit and
was clutching first one of us and then
the other, to keep his balance.
“Did it, by Jove 1” he exclaimed in
a beautiful English accent, and then
started laughing as only absurd dare-
devil youngsters can.
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Doctors all agree that good health makes
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When your system is impure, clogged up
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Poison is eliminated. These meritorious
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—Adv.
Paper Saving Urged.
Save the paper, says the American
Forestry Magazine of Washington,
which urges a paper-saving campaign
in the schools and that business write
the carbon of replies on the back of
the letter received wherever possible,
thus cutting filing and paper bills. A
cut of 25 per cent in our paper bill
would mean 6,000,000 less tons of
freight for the railroads to handle.
it? Can’t one swim’”
you're all right, young
Charlie,
we’re not
There were far more blacks than
whites down on Bay street,, but here
there were nothing but blacks on ev-
ery side.
The roads ran in every direction,
find along them everywhere were fig-
ures of black women shuffling with
iburdens on their heads, or groups of
girls, audaciously merry, most of them
bonny, here and there almost a beauty.
There were churches and dance halls
and saloons—all radiating, so to say, a
prosperous blackness.
At first the effect of the whole scene
was a little sinister, even a little
frightening. The strangeness of Af-
rican jungle, was here, and one was a
white man in it all atone among grin-
ning savage faces. But for the figures
about one being clothed, the illusion
had been complete; but for that and
the kind-hearted salutations from
comely white-turbaned' mammies
which soon sprang up about me, and
the groups of elfish children that
laughingly blocked one’s progress with
requests—not in any weirc. African
dialect but in excellent English—for
“a copper, please.”
This request was not above the
maidenly dignity of quite big and bux-
om lasses. One of these, a really su-
perb young creature, asked for “a cop-
per, please,” but with a saucy coquet-
ry befitting her adolescence.
“I’ll give you one If you'll tell me
where the ‘king’ lives,’’ said I.
“Ole King Coffee?” she asked, and
then fell into a very agony of negro
laughter.
finger to her lips, suggesting silence,
and said:
“Come along, I’ll show you!”
And walking by my side, lithe as a
young animal, she had soon brought
me to a cabin much like the rest,
though perhaps a little poorer looking.
“Shh I There he is!” and she shook
all over again with suppressed giggles.
I gave her a sixpence and told her
to be a good girl. Then I advanced up
a little strip of garden to where I had
caught a glimpse of a venerable
white-haired negro seated at the win-
dow, as if for exhibition, with a great
open book in his hands. This he ap-
peared to be reading with great solem-
nity, through enormous goggles,
though I thought I caught a side-glint
of his eye, as though he had taken a
swift reconnoitering glance iji my di-
rection—a glance which apparently
had but deepened his attention and
Increased the dignity of his demeanor.
Remembering that he was not mere-
ly royal but pious also, I made my sal-
utation at once courtier-like and sanc-
timonious.
Good day to your majesty,” I said:
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“Forgive me I” he said, as soon as he
could get his breath, “but I had to do
it. Heaven knows what the old man
will say I”
“You're something of a long jump I”
said Charlie.
“I Believe I Could
Not Have Lived
If I Had Not Taken Rich-Tone.
— Says N. P. Stevens.
To abort a cold
and prevent com-
plications, take
“Oh! I have done my twenty-two
and an eighth on a broad running
jump, but 1 had no chance for a run
there,” answered the lad, carelessly.
“But suppose you'd hit the water in-
stead of the deck?”
'•What of
“1 guess
man,” said
. . . well,
that are
strength
the tired
induces
_ ... . . all those
things which mean energy and well-
being. Get a bottle today—only, $1.00
at all drug stores.
A. B. Richards Medicine Co., Sherman, Texas
The purified and refined
calomel tablets that are
nausealess, safe and sure.
Medicinal virtues retain-
ed and improved. Sold
- only in sealed packages.
Price 35c.
sar,” he said, when I had
could find it for you. I
for you, sure enough ; and
man in all de islands dat
I should have to go wid
you, and it’s de Lord’s will to keep me
here in dis chair wid rheumatics. De
rods has turned in dese old hands
many a time, and I have faith in de
Lord dey would turn again—yes. I’d
find it for you; sure enough. I’d find
it if any man could—and it was-' de
Lord’s will. But mebbe I can see it
for you wldout moving from dis chair.”
“Do you mean, brother, that the
Lord has given you second sight?”
“Dat am it! Glory to his name, hal-
lelujah!” he answered. “I look in a
glass ball—so; and if de spirit helps
me I can see clear as a picture far
under de ground—far, far away over
de sea. It’s de Lord’s truth, sar—
blessed be his name!”
I asked him whether lie would look
into his crystal for me. With a burst
of profanity, as unexpected as it was
vivid,
stolen
which
royal
had the same gift of the spirit. But,
he added—turning to a table by his
side, and lifting from it a large cut-
glass decanter of considerable capac-
ity, though at present void of con-
tents—that he had found that gazing
into the large glass ball of Its stopper
produced almost equally good results
at times.
First he asked me to be kind enough
to shut the door.
We had to be very quiet, he de-
clared ; the spirit could work only In
deep silence. And he asked me to be
kind enough to close my eyes. Then
I heard his voice muttering, in a
strange tongue, a queer dark gobbling
kind of words, which may have been
ancient African spell-words, or sheer
gibberish such as magicians in all
times and places have employed to
mystify their consultants.
I looked at him through the
of my eye—as doubtless he had
pated, for he was glaring with
of inspired abstraction Into the
the decanter stopper. So we sat silent
for I suppose some ten minutes. Then
I heard him give another deep sigh.
Opening my eyes I saw- him slowly
shaking his head.
“De spirits don’t seem communicable
dis afternoon,” he muttered tilting the
decanter slightly on one side and ob-
serving it drearily.
“Do you think, your majesty,” I
asked with as serious a face as I
could assume, “the spirits might work
better—if the
filled?”
“Mebbe, sar;
rlous things;
sometimes, just like ourselves.”
“What kind of inspiration do you
think gets the best results, your maj-
esty ?”
“Well, sar, I can’t say as dey is very
particular, but I’se noticed dey do
seem powerful ’tached to just plain
good old Jamaica rum.”
“They shall have it,” I said.
I had noticed that there was a sa-
loon a few yards away, so before many
more minutes had passed I had been
there and come back again, and the
decanter stood ruddily filled, ready for
the resumption of our seance. But be-
fore we began I of course accepted the
seer’s invitation to join him and the
spirits in a friendly libation.
Then—I having closed my eyes—we
began again, and it was astonishing
with what rapidity the thick-coming
pictures began to crowd upon that in-
ner vision with which the Lord had en-
dowed his faithful follower!
Of course J was inclined now to take
the whole thing as an amusing impos-
ture; but presently, watching his face
and the curious “seeing” expression of
his eyes, and noting the exactitude of
one or two pictures, I began to feel
that, however much he might be in-
venting or elaborating, there was some
substratum of truth in what he was
telling me.
| “God’s good, God looks after his serv-
ants.”
“De Lord is merciful,” he answered
gravely; “God takes care of his chil-
dren. Be seated, sar, and please ex-
cuse my not rising; my rheumatism is
a sore affliction to me.”
I was not long in getting to the sub-
ject of my visit. The old man listened
to me with great composure, but with
a marked accession of mysterious im-
portance in his manner.
“It’s true,
finished, “I
could find it
I’m de only
could. But
Synopsis—The man who tell this
story—call him the hero, for short-
ly visiting his friend, John Saun-
ders, British official in Nassau,
Bahama Islands. Charles 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 1859.
It gives two spots where two mil-
lions and a half of treasure were
buried by him and his companions.
The conversation of the three
friends is overheard by a pock-
marked stranger. The document
disappears. Saunders, however, has
a copy. The-rtiero, determined to
seek the buried treasure, charters
the auxiliary schooner Maggie Dar-
ling. The pock-marked man is
taken on as a passenger for Span-
ish Wells. Negro Tom catches and
cures a “sucking fish” as 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."
With a new crew, the Maggie Dar-
ling sails and is passed by another
schooner, the Susan B. The hero
lands on Dead Men’s Shoes. The
"sucking fish” proves a mascot in-
deed and carries the hero through
a fight, which is followed by sev-
eral funerals. He searches for
buried treasure and Old Tom fails
into a pirates’ cave. The cave con-
tains the skeletons of two pirates
and a massive chest—empty save
for a few piece of eight scattered
on the bottom. The hero returns to
Nassau and by good luck learns the
location of Short Shrift island. Web-
ster buys the yawl Flamingo, and
he and the hero decide to search
Short Shrift island for the treasure.
The words had a
They were the very ones I had used
to Tobias, as he stood with his hand on
the gunwale of the Maggie Darling.
I rapidly conveyed the coincidence—
and the difference-—to Charlie. It
struck me as odd, I’ll admit, that our
second start, in this respect, should
be so like the first. Meanwhile, the
young man was answering, or rather
pleading, in a boyish way:
“Don’t call me a passenger; I’ll help
work the boat. I’ll tell the truth. 1
heard—never mind how—about your
trip, and I'm just nutty about buried
treasure. Come, be a, sport. We can
let the old guv’nor know, somehow
... and it won’t kill him to
hair for a day or two. He
can take care of myself.”
“Well! said Charlie, after
awhile in his slow way, “we’ll think it
over. You can come along till the
morning. Then I can get a good look
at you. If I don’t like your looks we’ll
still be able to put you off at West
End; and If I do—well—right-ho!
Now. boys.” he shouted, “go ahead
with the sails.”
Once more there was that rippling
of the ropes through the blocks, as our
mainsail rose up high - against the
moon and filled proudly with the
steady northeast breeze we had been
waiting for.
So two or three hours went by, as
we plunged on, to the seething sound
of the water, and the singing of our
sails, - and all the various rumor of
wind and sea. After all, it was a good
music to sleep to and, for all my scorn
of sleeping landsmen, an irresistible
drowsiness stretched me out on the
roof of the little' cabin, wonderfully
rocked into forgetfulness.
My nnn came to an end suddenly,
as though some one had flung me out
through a door of blue and gold Into a
new-born world. There was the sun
rising, the moon still on duty, and the
morp.ing--star divineiy^aked in the
heaven. .
And there was Charlie, hlsNbroad
face beaming with boyish happiness^
and something like a fatherly gentle-
ness in his eyes, as he watched his
companion at the tiller, whom, for a
half-asleep moment of waking, I
couldn’t account for, till our start all
came back to me, when I realized that
it was our young scapegrace of over-
night. Charlie and he evidently were
on the best of terms already.
Old Tom had been busy with break-
fast and soon the smells of coffee and
freshly made “johnny-cake” and fry-
ing bacon competed not unsuccessfully
with the various fragrances of the
morning.
Breakfast over, Charlie filled his
pipe, assuming, as he did so, a judicial
aspect. I filled mine and our youn^
friend; followed suit by taking a silver
cigarette' case from his pocket and
striking a match on the leg of his
khaki knickerbockers with a profes-
sional air.
“All set?” asked Charlie,.and, after
a slight pause, he went on:
“Now, young man, you can see we
are nearing the end of the island. An-
other half-mile will firing us to West
End. Whether we put you ashore
there, or take you along, depends on
your answers to my questions.”
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The first pictures that came to hlin
were merely pictures, though astonish-
ingly clear ones, of Webster's boat, the
Flamingo, of Webster himself, and of
the men and the old dog Sailor; but in
all this he might have been visualizing
from actual knowledge. Yet the de-
tails were curiously exact. Presently
his gaze becoming more fixed:
“1 see you anchored under a little
settlement. You are rowing ashore.
Dere are little pathways running up
among de coral rock, and a few white';
houses. Seems to be a forest; big
trees—not._ like Nassau
thick brush everywhere; :
so thick and dark, can’t see nut’n.
Wait a minute, dough. Dere seems to
be old houses all sunk in and Jos’, like
old ruins. Can’t see dem for de brush.
And wait—Lord love you, sar. but I’se
afraid—I seem to see a big light com-
ing up trough de brush from far under
de ground—just like you see old rot-
ten wood shining in de dark—deep,
deep down. Didn’t I tell you de Lord
gave me eyes to see into de bowels of
de earth?—it’s de bowels of de earth
flor sure—all lit up and shining. Praise
de Lord—it am de gold, for certain,
all hidden away and shining dere un-
der de ground—”
“Can’t you see it closer, clearer?” I
exclaimed involuntarily; “get some
Idea of the place it’s in?”
The old man gazed with a renewed
intensity.
“No,” he said presently, and his dis-
appointed tone seemed to me the best
evidence yet of his truth, “I only see a
little golden mist deep, deep down un-
der de ground; now it is fading away.
It’s gone; I can only see de woods and
de ruins again.”
This brought his visions to an end.
The spirits obstinately refused to
make any more pictures, though the
old man continued to gaze on in the
decanter stopper for fully five min-
utes.
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