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Who Owned the Jewel*?
OR,
HEIRESS OF THE SANDAL
WOOD CHEST.
BY MRS. M. V. VICTOR,
of The Dead Letter , Too True,
Figure Eight, Red Room, Mautn
Guinea, Who Wat He? The
Rqfltman't Daughter, etc.
PART 1—TREASURE TROVE.
CPAPTER I. "
THE FINDING OF THE TRASURE.
On a fresh summer morning, before
Ireakfast hour, at tbe country house
Where he was visiting, a young man
put out in a small row-bOat on to the
bosom of New York Bay, just then
rippling and dimpling at the rosy touch
of mort.
Oliver Grey was an artist by profes¬
sion ; a fine looking person—twenty
five, perhaps—with dark, restless eyes,
a broad toiehead, and swarthy skin.—
At this moment his mood was one of
fierce discontent. Being an artist he
was poor—being poor, he could not
have what he wanted. What he desi¬
red most on earth, was the heart and
hand of Camilla Catherwood, sister of
his friend, George Catherwood, at
whose father’s house he was staying,
having been invited to spend a portiou
of the summer at the ‘Poplars,’ to take
his ease, and sketch the beautiful scene¬
ry of the bay. He had accepted the
hospitality—even while he felt humili¬
by it—not so much to escape his
as to bask in the dangerous joy
Camilla’s presence. This morning
came out to sketch, but he only
dreamed of her, until half wild at the
of his own poverty.
Urged by this discontented mood, he
to rowing vigorously for relief, soon
himself close in to the high
of a certain island, and near a
familiar spot to which Georgo and him¬
frequent ly of Tne rocky bluff there
j n tbo tooe
was an ocean cave. A very small cave
which the fishermen and other common
people iguomimously dubbebed a hole.
may have beeu larger once, but at
time it was filled nearly to the
mouth with deep sea sand. In high
water it was completely covered with
water. But at low tide a small boat
push its way in; and as it afford¬
a cool shelter from the summer sun,
two friends often cast anchor there
an hour or so, while they ate their
luncheon, or sketched the opposite
hills. •
The tide at its extreinest ebb, left
the farther end of the sand cavern quite
bare and dry. It was the first time the
visitor had ever found it so. He was
thinking of runniug his boat agroi» ,jJ »
* seemed
and getting out, although thery *^ ^
to be nothing more int w< n 8 t ian
olam shells strewn about, when sudden¬
ly something sparkled in the level sun
rays. His eyes were drawn to the glim¬
mering point. What was it ? He look¬
ed ogaiu more earnestly. It was the
end of a brass bound wooden chest, pro
trudiug from the sand. Ths glittering
of a brass nail had drawn his attention
the
The oolor rushed into Oliver
moody fa-e. He thought of
Kidd, of ship- wrecked
and the Arabian Knights, all in
flash of his vivid imagination.
lis uut shell of a skiff close to the h‘
ried chest, and leaping lightly o>‘ £
rV)
‘At least I wih see w * !it
of .
dirty garments some
I suppose.’ hhf«*r ho wont. ^tfbrk to dig
With rd work , and
aw»y ti.o ^stood on his fore,
«>•> i«sr»piraU“>!jjf brought to light
head; but ^quaint, foreign looking
enough ot^ that it was no common
box, it.
sal oi strq*s of ornamental
.#a« some
ds, iu dork oad light, very solid
heavy, banded together so os to be
Sparta, Ga., October 13,
almost covered with its brass fastenings,
In half an hour he had uncovered the
whole lid. The box proved to be about
four feet long, by two wide, and two
deep.
At first he despaired of opening the
chest without further implements; for
the hard wood was well preserved, and
clasps were scarcely rusted. It had
evidently been buried in dry sand—not
exposed to the action of water, or even
moisture, to any great extent. With
the blade of a stout knife, which the
artist carried with him for use of various
k inds on his, little excursions, he suc
ceecfed after a few minutes in puihing
back the simple old fashioned lock,
which sprang out of its place with a
click.’
Then for a moment Oliver
As soon as he could command himself he
cautiously but eagerly opened the lid.
What did he find ?
A corpse—which looked as it might
have been placed there yesterday, so
perfect was its preservation—jamed
down into its impromtu coffin, so much
too short for it. It was that of a noble
and handsome man, not many years old¬
er than himself, whose jet black
fell down in long ringlets about the vel¬
vet collar and ruffled shirt front. The
dress was that of 1S00 or before, when
rich gentlemen yet indulged in
and thread lace. In the forehead was
deep wound, as of a hatchet, and there
were blood stains on the
Who could the murdered stranger bo?
Ah ! while he asked himselfthe ques¬
tion—while he gazed, with lips apart,
and concentrated looks of interest aud
dread—a change crept over the inmate
of the chest. The greyish hue deepen¬
ed over the face ; the features sunk,
fell ; the yellow lace ruffles, the silken
vestments laded out of color—out
of shape—melted away. Thelineaments
dissolved as if they had been but a
dream of his feverish fancy ; and as his
hand which grasped the edge of the box
shook with nervous surprise, this
slight impulse aiding the action of the at¬
mosphere, completed the ruin. The
corpe and it. clothing dropped to the
bottom of the chest, little "more than a
handful of dry dust.
Oliver Grey gazed blankly at the
blaukness Bkoil-a
A handfu. of bones-so.ne
ashes.
Never in his life had anvfMwg
red which gave him so strange and
dreadful a .enaation as when h. saw
that vivid tigure moulder into nothing
nefls before him. He felt almost gui y
to think he had raised (Me lid, and thus
destroyed ^ this aemblence of the man
th** ^ Nad been. He now wished his
iriend George had been with him to
have seen what he saw, and to corrobo
rate, by further testimony, the strange
atory he should have to tell. He
most expected that the tale would
ridiculed as one of his many
dreams. Yet here was the
They could not gainsay that.
there were the bones and the dim
line of the figure, the skull, with
ghastly iracture, telling its
of crime—and
What was that ?
Something glowed aud glinim^j **
ed like a coal at the botto***
cheast !
a little hesitation he
j OWU w j t jj ^[ s broad-bladed
knife, and gingerly 6 * 7 aud daintily, with
thrills of reluctance running through
bis eagerness, fished up the burning coal,
and blew from it the ashes, the ashes
the dead,
The coal was a large ruby. It was
without setting, but had been cut and
polished by a jeweler. Oliver rubded it
with his handkerchief, opened his almost
empty purse, uud dropped the jewel
witbiu for safe keeping. Then he ex
aunued the chest farther. There were
more gems glimmering and quivering
like live things amid that human
dust.
It was not long until the young man
forgot to be too particular. The pal
lettc-Anife was do longer swift and cer¬
tain enough, with his trembling fin¬
gers he pushed about the poor bones,
finding plenty of treasure now ; and
there, right under where the heart must
have been, a small gold locket. With
something of awe and reverence over¬
coming the greed which had taken pos¬
session of him, he opened the case.
A woman’s likeness, young and sweet
smiled out upon him, as brightly as if it
had not lain in that dark prison-house
for fifty years. J^^ame into Oliver’s
sharp eyes laughing
glance tluf eftJie-Boft blue eyes"{Hii n i M £> be
neath ripples of yolhrvr faair. But
those tec^s soon dried in the exultation
of his ne1r possesiofi*
tln^P^e ^
When certain chest had yield¬
ed the last of its jewels he emptied them
into hss handkerchief, aud tried to
compute their value. The horr r o‘
his first impressions gave way to tri¬
umph.
The tt-msure was his own by right of
discovery. Thore was no clue to the
name of their lori^-perished owner. He
would keep the gems ; and he would say
nothing, even to George, of his adven¬
ture.
Thinking thus he agaiu looked at the
miuiature; and this time observed a
name , formed by a setting of brilliants
around the inside of the case, in German
text—E thelda.
An-old-fashioned English name. Ol¬
iver did not reflect that the poor cousin
of Camilla, dependant on her uncle Cath¬
erwood, bore the name, unusual as it
was.
Burying the stange coffin again in the
shifting sand, he rowed back to the little
landing at the foot of the lawn in front
of the Poplars, his heart his burning with
intense pleasure at unexpected good
fortune. A group of three awaited him
as he spang out upon the beach—his
friend George with his sister aud cous
in.
^ After an eager glance at tuaTbXnd Miss Gather
her f t ou r y then occurred to him that
Miss Asilleigh’s name was Ethelda !
He put away the singular feeling
which arose at this coincidence, and at
““gg* L y ttou >_
pvq«> Kivorite suitor fop of
a
of the first water, rich, aristocratic, and
egoaiatical-who drove out from the ci
cou jj disconcert him. He had despised
t j ie dandy, aud now he felt that ho might
yet hope to rival him,
Camilla, as proud well as that she her was brother’s coquet¬
tish, knew very
artist friend worshiped t£ie her with a pas¬
sion before which languid admira¬
tion of her other admirer was like a star
to the sun; and that day she flirted with
both most cunningly; but for once Oliv¬
er was beyond mortily her comprehension. depiess She
could neither nor him.
He waseven good ratured toMr. Lyt
ton Uis dark eyes glittered with the
consciousness of secret power.
And yet he was troubled with a cer¬
tain tear.
AH <Ly it had been gr<jwing upon
him that vnere was a resemblance be
«ween the EUielda of the miniawreaud
the liviug Ethelda, who moved bt»» re
him, ,
quiet, golden-haired almost and hiue-eyod, thb
haughty aud sad, companion of her
brilliant cousin
At dinner that e v euing he suddenly
asked Mr. Catherwood if Ethelda was a
family name. lu answer he was told
the lollowing brief story :
chapter ii.
THE TRAGi DY OF ROBERT CATHERWOOD
‘Ethelda is a name which so apj>ear8,
here and there in our family,’ said Mr.
Catherwood, reflectively, allowiug his
coffee to cool in its translucent cup.—
•Weare of English decent, you know,
Mr. Gray. Our Ethel’s grandmother
was named Ethelda—poor lady / Hers
was a sad, a terrible fate.!’
Oh teii me about her! almost gasped 01
It Was always belieVtxl she was
Lakeu captive by pirates.
All / murmured Oliver, his black eyes
enlarging. -_. p ._ 0 . of anything
‘Yes. Did you ever hear
more pitiful ?' and
‘Never !’ was his earnest response
he was so pale that Camilla would
laughed at him, only she could* never
hear the story of her great-aunt’s fate
without tears coming to her beautiful, own eyes. and
She was so young and
so happy P murmured the narrator, with
as much sympathy as if he had been per
Bonally acquainted with her. ‘It
about in this wise: There were two
Catherwoods, brothers, one of
conducted one mercantile house in
don , the other in Bombay. Some
verses overtaking the London branch,
and some political events occurring
the same time, induct'd the elder
in England, to sell out, and emigrate
America, where he established a pros
perous business, and wrote to his
er in India to dispose of his
there, if possible, and join him in
New World. The Indian climate
agree with Robert Catherwood,
had intended returning to his
land until life received this letter,
he changed his mind, concluded to go
America, where it appeared enlarge
that he could still further
handsome fortune by trading with
piest of men. She was somewhat home
sick in India, and quite willing to ex
change Bombay for New York.
‘His brother (the present
grandfather) wrote to Robert to put
large a sum of ready money as he
command, into gems, which could
procured to advantage in India,
would be easily reconvertible into
on his arrival in this country, where
taste for luxury was growing as
wealth of the cities increased, which
created a large demand for fine
els.
‘The voyages of those days were
ous. and not without extraneous
added to those of navigation.
were not unknown, especially in
Indian seas; but this was only
inducement for Robert to get bis wealth
iuto the smallest possible compass. In¬
deed, it was still told in the fam¬
ily, that James, the elder brother, ad¬
vised him to conceal the gems about his
person, by stitching of them into his cloth
ing, so that in case accident, should
they escape with tneir lives, were it their
a shipwrecked vessel. J*** not >
fortune w ouiw m^jqgd also.
•it C6rt&in whether Robert
4*rtRTcbnverted his funds : But it Was
taken for granted that he did. He
wrote a cheerful letter, announcing that
he had engaged passage on a certain
merchant vessel, to sail at such a
date, along with his wife aud babv
girl.
‘These were the last immediate ti¬
dings they ever received from him.—
My grandfather, I have often heard him
tell,’ continued Mr. Catherwood, ‘wait¬
ed and watched for the expected ship,
until he grew worn and sick with wait¬
ing and watching.
‘Full two jears after the loss of the
vessel, one wild and stormy winter
night, the old brass knocker on the
door of my grandfather’s city house—
the cosy one I still occupy, Mr. Grey,
although thundered vve have a bell to the door
now, forth a succession of
imperious raps, It which aronsed all its
inmates. was midnight, and family
andsorvauts had long retired, except
the master ofthe dwelling, who chanc¬
ed to be still sitting up in his library,
looking over his private papers.
•Startled by the sudden knocking,
aud with a presentiment thrilling him
that some revelation of importance
a ^*ited him, he hurried to the door.
It too*, him two minutes to draw back
the iron W, placed before it at night,
and to withdr HW the bolts ; and during
that time he h^ard a light foot run
down the steps and away from the
house. On lookiugout of lie saw nothing ;
a great rush wind and rain swept
past him, and he made a movement to
close the door before he perceived a lit¬
tle creature in the doorway, wrapped
in a warm cloak, from the hood of
wlpch the blight, little, anxious face
peeped of out, chubby as she hands. held up a letter in
one her
‘Is there uo one with you?’
‘Bobo has gone ’way,’ lisped the child.
‘Hetol’ Etha mus* give ’oo letter ’
‘Surprised beyond words, he drew **«*1
the child in from the rain, aud
her in his anus iuto fL uttmry, iorshe
could DO* i~..t i eeen over throe years
Terms Tw) Dollars Cash
°^> where he held her on his knee,
while he tore open the missive she
bore, mni read: ‘The child who gives
you this paper is Ethelda, daughter
Robert and Ethelda Catherwood, who
were taken captive by pirates some
over two years ago. Her
was killed by us, alter holding him cap
f lve ovei a mouth, for not aeknowledg
( in 8 l * Cl nth about his
lu money, lie
11 * ^ have nearly so much as we ex
P octcd * Her mother died "Of it broken
1 suppose, six months after I
| compeMed her te to vessrl. marry me, the captain
0 *.^ P lra I was very loud
her, and might t have become a bet
u ! an 8 ie ^ la, d lived. However,
that neither . here
is nor there. I t iok
“puate s oath to her on her dying bed,
* would bring this child to its un
c :®’ dames Catherwood, in New York
Clt ^» cst an< of ! eave mother R with him, with
le 4 u its that he
a dopt it, and care for it as his own.
P ut ^y^l* °ut pirate’s a good deal to keep my
P rotm se; a oath is sacred
h ! m: and /' le Sa, ° she’d ask God to
^ lve,nel w°idd. I hope you’d
as * ln ” t0 1 tot as Bobo lijufc’s me
“7 been - I cruel hard lor me to
& lve , ier U P* fel, e is u great pet with
the whole ship-but here goes! Good
1 ,**• a * ^ ou W1 ^ never
,,
«?t°- “ ,i T d coJri
alaL , 0 'T*' 0 fc j? ° ar 1 ^riiel if, 1 ,’ "‘.^fortunate is her
^ otlj the P arents aro novv dead, a « you
Auow *
Oliver pushed buck his chair,
made his escape iuto the twilight
ol doors. A mighty struggle was
ing on in his mind.
When he returned to the
room Ethel was alone at the
while Camilla was the center of a
tering groupe. As he encountered
soft, sad eyes of the orphan he felt
u but thief. could Abruptly he turned from
he not bauish the
There was a vision ever before
eyes, floating in the air, rusting and on the the
carpet, coming between him
woman he lovod. Everywhere lie turn
t*d he «aw a hrass-bouud chest, and in
it the yellow corpse of a no le looking
man, with a cruel wound on the high
for head, and black ringlets creeping
down about the throat; and while he
gazed, fascinated, touched and shrink¬
ing the vivid ttjtparition turned grey,
.•J till me]ting like a vapor, dissolved into
a handful of ashes, and as it faded out a
voice echoed hollow from the chest:
‘Give to the orphan girl, Ethelda,
that which belongs to her !’
The continuation of this story will be
found in the New York Weekly for this
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A G toD IliT.—Our contemporary,
the Augusta Constitutionalist, makes
a good point in the following para¬
graph. It ridicules the reason of the
Bullock organ for calling the election
bill constitutional ,viz: because Grant’s
Attorney General opposed it; and then
takes off his Accidency, the Attorney
General:
Meanwhile, what an awful jackass
that individual at Washington village,
in Wilkes county, who played fantastic
tricks with the tail of Akerman’n mule.
That a > callcd“ Kux-Klux outrage”
nmy have been bad fur the mule, but it
was a god-send for Akerman. It
brought him into qrominencc with the
great horse Doctoral the head of affairs,
and, as a trump card in politics, beats
Sumner’s backbone all hollow. What
a load of remorse must that man feel
who tortured the tail of Akerman.
Leavenworth is sy* 1 **» *^oast of a man
who is so boat tils likeness cannot bo
one picture. A local artist has
his head and shoulders, and au«
iliac he will be “continued uexfc
