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JULY 14, 1906.
JHE SUNNY SOUTH
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AWAY MEW ZEALAND,
Where the Farmer Reaches His Apotheosis
MBRIICAN farmers are fe
licitating themselves this
year on the outlook for a
big crop. The grazing in
terests expect big returns
from their 'live stock.
In far-off New Zealand
the farmers and cattle
raisers are also anticipat
ing big returns.
But between the two
there is this difference.
The American meets
some failures, lias sAme un
fruitful years -When the crops fail and
disease decimates the cattle.
In New Zealand failure is unknown.
Nature has apparently conspired to
make the three islands in the far-off Pa
cific the. paradise for the farmer and the
cattle raiser.
Here is a perfect climate where there
is never intense heat or cold; where bliz
zards or snowstorms of severity never
come.
Occasion never arises for protecting
the live stock. It grazes on the green
fields without interruption, throughout)
the twelve months of the year, winter
and summer. In itthe rainy season during
winter they sometimes have to place wa
terproof bh%kets on the best horses and
cattle to ward off possible colds. But
•sen tills is rare.
GOVERNMENT AID.
The farmers are rich because their
crops are uniformly good, and they have
the further advantage of help from the
government, which stands ready at all
times to advance them the money to buy
n ow land. The lines of the man of the i
soil who lives in New Zealand have fallen j
Into pleasant places.
There are three Islands making up Now
Zealand—North. Middle and South, some
times known as Stewart island. The
greater agricultural interests are in the
iNortJli and Middle islands. As New Zea
land lies south of the equator, the warm
er weather is to be found in the upper
islands.
In the northernmost island is grown ali
the fpuits of the temperate zone, and in
such quantity as to surprise any but
those who are familiar wtih the fertility
of the country.
The great grain belt is in the middle
island on what are known as the Canter-
Ufye Trymble Treasure
Lumbering Scene, New Zealand.
sheep are fattened on turnips and man
gels. Little food, 'however, is used oth r
than the nutritious grasses, and complaint
is often made by brokers that the slnep
are too fat. The shipper tries to hold
down the shipping weight of lambs to 35
pounds, as that is tile most desirable
we'-ztot.
There are
profits of the shot
the rule and not th
raisers become ric
many cattle in the
lismses to lessen the
•ep industry, and it is
[■option that Sheep
There are nui so
ay as sheep.
gre.'l tc
•r rate
of profit.
but
much
i more is
' A mer
still p
ossible
in tile p:
mi' li
ine.
It is no;
j lean
alone
what
is now a
fiiicvc
• 1 in
agricul-
| harve
tu nil
New V
/•aland U
lat in
tikes
i.t iuter-
j lie ta
esting
Tlie
still gl
• utor
po;
ssibilitii s
when
loom
full of
promise.
j Amer
The
New /
Sea-land f:
irmor
will
oil you
with
pride.
that you
ca n
search back |
f drove
tiiroughoi’j; t
lie <-ntire
his to
r y o
f tlie is-1
j brotig
lands
withou
t finding
one s
inglo
instance!
i miles
Where
they
experienc
nl a
drought or a
iiis Hi
failuri
• of t it
.• crops.
carric
imler, he pumps the water for his
;t hands with an American pump, j
s his wheat to an American mill l
tiic most intricate machinery bears ;
can trade marks; his timber is cut 1
in American ax; the hammer that,
itiiie nails into iiis house was
By EDGAR DYALL.
vans 'D GIVE something for a
square meal!”
Hugh Warren tightened
his belt aniother hole and
continued his aimless walk
along the embankment.
‘‘Three days in this be
nighted London without a
penny in my pocket. Well,
I've been hungry before,
and as I've been down on
my luck for so long per
haps something will turn
up. I shouldn’t mind If I
know that little sis was all right.”
At this moment the hungry man be
came conscious that he was being fol
lowed, and, after having satisfied hlm-
! self that his surmise was correct, he
I turned round suddenly and confronted
| a wizened old man dressed in sober
i black.
"Did you wish to speak to me, sir?”
"The old man regarded him thought
fully for a moment before replying.
“Well—yes—perhaps I did.”
"And what might ytou want?”
■‘You look lonely, troubled and iposslbly
hungry.”
Hugh laughed as If the thought amused
him.
■'It does not require a second to divine
that. What kind of a philanthropist are
you to Interest yourself in a stranger?”
“Perhaps a steak—chip potatoes—”
"Don't. You try my fortitude too
far.”
"Your voice Is like his and the laugh
Is similar.”
"Like whose?" I do not understand
you, sir.”
"T was talking to myself; a bad habit.
jBut come with me, sir, and we will ex
tend our acquaintance over a little sup
per, and possibly it may lie in your power
to do me a favor.” And a few minutes
later Hugh Warren, to his amusement
and satisfaction, found himself discuss
ing a plenteous meal In a neighboring
■restaurant.
The old man did not speak much un
til Warren's hunger was satisfied, but
lie got to work as soon as cigars were
lit.
"Would you mind telling me some-
,!■ San Francisco, 5.000 t,,in K about yourself?”
American wagon talcs! ' That s s(,on done.
THE BREEDS.
■ an classiiied in breeds as
bury plains. Here is a district that rivals! follows: Shorthorn, Hereford, Polled
the plains of Dakota.
Wheat, oats, barley and rye grow
the most prodigious quantities, and the ;
farm houses on all sides bear the imprint ;
of being the property of in n of wealth,
and so they are. Most of this money lias j
been laken directly from the soil, for | *9®^ there
j Angus, Ayrshire and Jersey. Of the pure
! breeds there are more Shorthorns than
all others combined, and about twelve
times as many crosses as ail the pure
bnods. At the end of the statistical year
i 1,593,547 cattle in the
ttoos
who settled the country were pio-| colony.
NATION’S BACKBONE.
The fanner here is respected as the
backbone of tliv nation. He is selected
as the fit man to make the laws been use
lie is a representative of it hat class which
has the biggest share in shaping the fu
ture of the country.
Hon. William Francis Massey, one of
the biggest factors in the national con
gress, is a farmer, an Irish boy by birth,
who went to New Zealand at the age of
14, and built up ills fortune as a breed
I have not a
i I filia j, it js relative in the world excetpt a sister.
We were left orphans ten years ago.
I Maud was taken charge of by an old
(lady, and I emigrated to Australia. Hav-
Ing made ab ut £5.000 I got tired of the
I colony and resolved to come home and
ilook after my sister. Results; The ship
j was wrecked and my little fortune is
^ j at the bottom of the Atlantic. I landed
penniless, and to crown the chapter of
accidents Maud has disappeared, and 1
can find no trace of her.”
“Well, well, you have been unluck v.
But you seem to be the man I want.
How would you like to make another £5,-
000 tonight by half an hour's work?”
“The question is absurd.”
“Not so absurd, young man; I mean
what I say, and you would be the means
of bringing happiness to three persons.”
“Explain yourself.”
"I will. My name is Simon Scrope, and
1 am confidential servant to Mr. Daniel
i Trymble. My master is old ,and will
not live until the morning. The only
thing that keeps him alive is his deter
mination not to die until he has revealed
a secret.”
cost of i.yjnroving vacant lots in Denver ; .... , _ ,
to-e u\ rnuSVs >*W 1 Outdoor League of _ ie fi m \" iaster has «• *o«b Mr. Derek
Aineflca has i»o.i upon a unique aa , Trymble. Five years ago they quarre.ed
j because iMr. Derek married against his
away; an
III' to the- marl
to tlie seaport behind an Ameri-
I can locomotive.
Natural advantages alone have not sa
isrted tin- New Zealanders. To hold their
supr- macy they are reinforcing the gif s
of mother earth wit'll the best mechanical
devices of human skill.
it is a combination that other farmers
will find hard to beat.
The Texas Wonder.
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troubles; sold by all druggists, or two
months' treatment bv mail for SI.CO. Dr.
E. W. Hall, 2930 Olive st„ St. Louis, Mo.
SOCIETY HAS A MODEL GARDEN
(From The Denver Times.)
Capital hill society buds and matrons
have established a model garden on 1
ground the value of which is figured by I r l ,
square feet instead of by the acre.
Fashionable housewives now go mar
keting near home and pick their own
vegetables every morning.
In order to pay tlie expenses of tlie
neers who bad nothing but Jit-' v,- -mV-rful |
natural resources of the country, and]
their willingness to work and develop i
them.
The farms are bordered with green I
hedges after the English style, and the |
pastures are covered with large flocks of
sheep ,:ihe Jersey and tile Clysedule, most
of them fine enough animals to take
prlzes at fairs.
So fertile is the soil that the farmers
have not bothered to raise corn in quan
tity. They could do it, but the stock 1
needs virtually no food save that ob
tained 1 on the pasturage.
Turnips, carrots, mangles and rape are j
fed to the stock in the rare times that)
they need anything but the grass
nips grow as rank as weeds.
Wool Sorting. New England.
These figures only begin to describe the
wealth that comes from the. cattle inter
ests.
Tlie dairy feature represents another
big Item.
The government watches this feature
Very closely, and tlie inspection of the
of horses. It is not out of the question
that Massey will yet, be premier.
Massey often makes his proud boast in
public speeches that though tlie govern
ment, in Us desire to foster farming, lias
in .the tpast fourteen years lent to fann
ers the sum of $20,000, it lias been <1 -
skimming and handling the milk Is the fra tided of only $5,000.
most rigid in tlie world. Everything is
done according to modern methols, clean
ly, economically and scientifically.
The government maintains a full staff
of instructors, and all dairy products are
•graded by the authorities before being
exported. Even the wives and daughters
of private farmers are given toneir tui
tion, so that what they make for tlieni-
Jln j selves will be all right. A woman in-
acre! s tructor makes the rounds of tlie dis-
ylelding on the average as much as lift> j r r lot«, teaching the lesson of scientific! the fanning
This is taken to be a proof not only of
tlie farmer's honesty, but of the profits
tilling soil and raising cattle have yield. 1.
New Zealand especially welcomes Amer
ican farmers to their country.
Of Uncle Sam’s man with the hoe tiny
say:
“He will make an ideal citizen, at id
from him we learn new things about
scientific farming.”
America is already on the scene in
and cattle raising of
tors.
Potatoes are a favorite crop, for the
reason that the yield Is enormous, tills |
extreme word toeing the only one that
does Justice to the output. Often as many I
es three crops of potatoes are raised on
tile same piece of ground during one
year.
It is because of 'this favoring climate |
and prolific soil that New Zealand lioasts |
the honor of being the richest country per i
capita In the world. The average wealth
is $1,489 per person.
Out of a population of less than a mil- j
Hon mote than 275,000 .persons have
money In the banks. a.pd their total sav
ings are In excess of S43.000.000.
A large pant of this waelth is the prod
uct of sheep raising.
The wool exports for the past year ex
ceeded $26,900,965. About 3,500,000 car
casses of frozen lamb and mutton are
-exported annually, and the value exceeds
814,000,000. There are moire than 20.-
000,000 sheep grazes in the colony at
the present time.
The largest owners of sheep an- called
"station” owner*. During the year 1905
ithere were 104 of these large station
owners, owning thousands of acres of
land each. These 104 owners averaged j
20,000 «ach.
The remainder of the 20,000,000 sheep
were owned by 18,300 .persons, who own
ed from a few hundred to several t'hou-
■vtnd aheup each.
N*ar <?2?4t»fl.pd luno brings the highest
price In the London market. The prin
cipal breeds are Lincoln, Romney and
Lucrister, with a few Shropstolres and
Southdowns to breed lambs for the Lon
don market. There are only 70,000 M“-
rlnos In the colony, and no American Me
rino*.
When considering the grazing of sheep,
raiser* rely upon placing from three to
four, usually four, sheep to the acne.
(When getting ready for th« market, the
i ibut'ter making.
A steady infusion of American methods
country.
Tire New
Zealand fanner makes the
and agricultural Implements is having Its road to 'his farm wit'll an American pick
effect in the reaping of the harvests at a| and shovel, he puts in his wheat with an
well as profitable enterprise.
On one of tlie most valuable lots on
Capilol hill, corner of Fourteenth ave- |
nue and Pearl street, in the midst of !
aristocratic residences, a nicely growing j
garden of giant corn, exhibition pota
toes. radishes, onions, beans, asparagus,
and, in fact, every conceivable kind of
vegetable is being raised for the purpose
of selling the product, and using the
proceeds to pay for the seed anil care of
wheat, rye and oat fields already planted
by the society and those to be planted
in Hie near future on vacant lots.
The organization is composed of Den
ver's most popular society women and
is accomplishing*a great deal in its ef
forts to beautify the city. Ten acres,
by permission of the owners, are flour
ishing wheat fields, while already a rye
field opposite Hie capitol is ripe and
ready to cut. Its seed was donated by
Robert Oaus, who owns a drought farm j
in Montclair, and the grain iias already
been bought by people interested in dry
farming. Tlie object of the national so- I
ioety is to interest people in growing ]
green tilings of all kinds, but tlie Den- j
ver branch aims only to improve vacant i
lots.
It was decided last spring to plant the
model garden, and Miss Anne Evans, I
Miss Edna Hendrie and Miss Mary Kent
Wallace were appointed on tlie commit
tee. Thomas Chapman, florist, was en
gaged to put in the seed and an old
Scotchman, Mr. Sinclair, was hired to
keep it watered and weeded. The work
proved too hard for the old man, how
ever, and lie resigned.
The vegetables are I lie very choicest of
their kind and already neighbors have
spoken to have thei r names on the list
of customers of the "Outdoor League
Model Garden.” The smaller vegetables
are ready for sale, except by request, are
not delivered, for it lias become quite
the fail among society belles to go u-
marketing at Pearl and Fourteenth.
Beautifully gowned women with tin
buckets and market baskets may be
seen at any time between 9 and II
o'clock bound for tlie Outdoor League
market, where they are sure of tlie very
choicest vegetables grown on native soil.
Washing Stripped Flax, New Zealand.
| father's wish. My master was so in-
J censed that he refused to see him again.
Not only that, he invested all his money
in an annuity and iiis income dies with
huii.’-'
“A hard old man!”
“A hard man, but a good master. And
now conies the interesting part. Daniel
Trymble went through the Indian mutiny
and was p-esent at the sack of Delhi.
During that terrible time lie obtained in
formation from a dying man as to the
whereabouts of a hidden treasure. When
order was res'ored he made search and
found—a collection of Jewels that three
fortunes couldn’t buy."
“Yes; and then?”
“He brought them to England. I saw
them once—diamonds, sapphires, rubles—
dazzling, sparkling and bewildering. The
wl ereatoouls of that treasure is his se-
! cm.”
"Ar.d what have I to do with It?”
"He has forgiven his son and will re
veal tlie secret to no one tout him. Derek
Trymble has disappeared, if my master
dies before Derek turns up, the secret dies
with him. Your voice and laugh are very
like Derek Trymtole's.”
“Do you mean—’’
"1 propose that for half an hour you news for me?”
take the place of Derek, anil allow Daniel
Trymble to tell you the hiding place of
the treasure.”
“But that Is absurd. He would see in
a minute that I was not iiis son."
That is impossible, fur my master is
blind."
Even so, I cannot lend myself to such
a deception.”
"Think well before you refuse. It Is
not for yourself. With his secret told j
Daniel Trymole will die happy. You will j
restore to Derek his fortune and position,
and thereby bring his young wife from
powrty to affluence. Think of yonr own
sister; perhaps she is as poor as Derek’s
v\ lfe.”
' I sincerely hopo not. You touch me
on a tender spot when you suggest my
little Maud in misery."
I hen will you sacrifice your feelings
to help my young master and Ills wife?
The deception is for a good cause. Will
you do it?"
Warren hesitated and thought for a
few minutes.
"Yes, 1 will do it.”
\» ith a grunt of approval Simon Scrope
rose and they left the restaurant. jn
a short time they were riding in a han
som towards Russell square, and dur
ing the journey Warren attempted to
master a number of details which his
companion supplied.
Scrope opened tlie door with his key.
The lower part of the house was in
darkness, uml no servants appeared. Bid
ding Warren to follow him, Scrope led
the way upstairs to a bedroom.
The form of a tall man, with gray liatr
and grizzled mustache, lay on the bed.
He turned his head as tne door opened.
“Good news, good news, my dear mas
ter; i have found Derek—Derek has come
back."
"Good news, Indeed, Scrope; you have
done well. Come, Derek, my son, let me
hold your hand In mine, and say you for
give me.”
Warren hesitated for a moment, and
then took tlie outstretched hand.
"It is I who should ask forgiveness,
father."
Tlje sightless eyes were turned upon
him, and for a short space there was si
lence.
"Well, perhaps, we were both In the
Warren’s hand wa? seized In a fierce
grip, and he was pulled down to the old
man.
"Imposter, who are you that dare per
sonate my son?”
For an Instant Warren was dumbfoun
ded.
"I am an honest man. Induced to enter
into this conspiracy against you in the
hope of seeing your son righted.”
“ ’Tfs a foul plot of gcrope’s to gain
tlie secret of my treasure and to rob De
rek of hls Inheritance. Scrope knows
where Derek Is, but keeps him from me.
What is your nnme?"
“I am Hugh Warren, from Australia.”
“Hugh Warren, of the Forty-first, who
fought by my side when we stormed
Delhi.”
“He was my father.”
"Then you spoke the truth. Hugh’s
son must he an honest man. Listen! My
time is short—I must trust you. Will you
swear by your father's honor not to be
tray my trust? Good. Do not interrupt
me. for I am sinking fast. Take this en
velope and these keys; guard them care
fully and find my son. The instructions
In the envelope will tell you how to find
the Trymble treasure. Oil. such gems
and jewels; he will be a very rich man.
Ask him to forgive me. and say my last
thought was of him. Do not trust
Scrope, but let him ttiink that I was de
ceived; and one word more—do not search
for the treasure when tlie tide is high.
Good-bye—I—I trust you.”
The old man stopped and gasped for
breath.
-You—you will need money; take this
purse an—-anil call—Scrope."
Warren opened the door and Scrope
entered. The old servant hurried to the.
bedside anil the blind man's face lit up
with a smile of triumph. In a few
minutes .Daniel Trymble was dead.
"You have got It?” asked Scrope,
eagerly.
■‘Y'es, I have got it.”
"Good. You have done a noble action,
sir, and you will have the blessings of
Derek Trymble and his wife. Where Is
the paper?”
"In my pocket.”
“Well, givo It to me. and when Mr.
Derek has secured the treasure you shall
have you £5,000.”
“Not just yet, Mr. Scrope; I am not
going to part witli this secret until 1
can place It in the hands of Derek
Trymble himself.”
“And do you think I am going to trust
you? You are going to use the secret
to enrich yourself.. Give It to me, I say
—give It up—give it up. You shall not go
—tl will have it—I will—I say—”
"Calm yourself and keep your distance.
You will find mo at Zerega’s hotel, in
Warilour street, whenever you care to
call with Derek Trymble. In the mean
time I will do what I can to find him
myself.”
As he turned to leave the room Scrope
threw himself upon him in an ungoverna
ble fit of fury, but the old man was no
match for the Australian miner, and
Warren brushed him off like a fly.
He drove immediately to Zerega's hotel,
and, after engaging a room, lost no time
in opening the envelope. Intrusted to him
by Danled Trymble.
It was a terse document, but the In
structions seemed to lie explicit.
"Wyngate House, the Mall, Hammer
smith. Cellar. Fifth flagstone to the
right. Open, I-adder twenty feet. 'Pas
sage. End of passage, iron door, spring
lock. Descend fifteen feet. Iron chest
embedded in concrete. Low tide, com
partment dry. High tlae, full."
And then Warren remembered Trym-
ble's warning:
"Do not search when the tide is
high."
After much thought Warren made a
copy of tlie document and deposited It In
a safe place. It was Just 10 o'clock, and
he decided to take a stroll. By some
fortuitous circumstance he found him
self going across Westminister bridge,
and to his astonishment walking a few
paces In front of his was the figure of
Simon Scrope.
Keeping well out of sight, Warren fol
lowed him. Down the steps and along
the embankment he hurried for about
half a mile until he came to a few lum
ber sheds used for storing old timber
anil bricks. Looking cautiously around
Scrope entered one of these, and War
ren saw the flash of a lantern. Almost
immediately, however, Scrope came out.
and, after peering up and down, loitered
slowly along.
Full of curiosity, Warren entered the
shed, but could see nothing but stacks
of old timber. He was just abort o
come out when Scrope returned accom
panied by another man Warren crouchel
in the shadow and waited.
"Well, Scrope. old friend have von any
“Yes. Master Derek; he is dead.”
“Dead! My fathir dead!'’
“Yes, Master Derek, lie died an hour
ago."
" f A’nd did he—did he say nothing about
"I am sorry to it. sir. but he cursed
you with his last breath. Of course, you
know be leaves nothing; his annuity dies
with him."
“And the Trymble treasure?”
“He took tlie secret with him. T ain
sorry. Master Derek, but there will be
I absolutely nothing for you."
"I am sorry, too; not for m.v own sake,
but for my dear wife. Our child was
horn a month ago, and she Is still ver,'
ill, added to which we are absolutely
■penniless, and are to lie turned out of
our lodging tomorrow.”
"You grieve me. Master Derek, because
I have no money. I would help you If
I could."
“I know It. old friend: but T must get
back now. GooJby. and thank you.”
They left the shed and went in oppo
site directions Warren waited a min
ute and then followed Derek. He laid a
hand on .his shoulder.
"Mr. Derek Trymble!” »
"Y'es; and who are you?”
"I am your father's trusted filend. and
have just lift his deathbed. Iiis last
words were: 'Ask Derek to forgive
nte.’ ”
| "Y'our words till me with happiness.
1 but Scrope—”
| ”1 was in the shed and heard every
thing. Scrope Is a lying knave, and is
I working for hls own purpose. But we
j (waste time, and I want you tonight.
Here is money: take It home and comfort
your sick wife. Come to Zerega's hotel
at midnight and ask for Mr. Warren, and
I will Impart to you—”
■Yes 7"
"The secret of the Trymble treasure."
After a few more explanations and
expressions of astonishment. Warren
returned to hls hotel to await the com
ing of Derek Trymble. The hall porter
met him at the entrance.
“Old gentleman befn asking for you,
sir. Wouldn’t leave hls name; will cal'
again."
“That Is Simon Scrope,” thought AVar-
| ren.
lie went up to his bedroom. The place
wrong, Derek, so we will say no morfe i was in darkness. He was crossing over
to the electric switch when an arm was
flung around hls throat and he was
dragged backwards, while a handke -
chief saturated with chloroform was held
over hls mouth. He struggled violently,
but the fumes overcame him and he fell
Insensible. .— —
about it. Scrope. ] have much to say
to my son; please leave us."
With a noil of approval at Warren,
Scrope withdrew.
'Lock the door, Derek, and see that
we are alone. Now give me your hand
and 'bend down to me.”
When he recovered consciousness sngne
time later it mas to find Derek Trymble
bending over him.
"Coining to at last, I thought you were
acute for. Tlie chloroformed handker
chief was covering your face when I
fcunil you. Ail right now, how did it
happen?”
“Scrope must have been hiding in the
room. Look in my pockettoook and see if
you can find a parehmen envelope.”
"Y'our poeketbook has gone.”
“Then the secret of the Trymble treas
ure has gone with it. What is the timet" 1
"Half after midnight.”
"Then he has had over an hour's start.
Come along. I am all right now, and
there’s work to be done. By George! the
ktys have gone also. Well, we must do
the best we can. Blow does the tide
serve tonight?”
"High tide about I :30.”
“Good! Then Scrope cannot do vpry
much. It js lucky that I kept a copy of
the document, although the keys have
gene. Come along, I’m ready."
They hailed a passing hansom, and w r re
soon being driven rapidly toward Ham
mersmith. Dismissing the cab at the
bridge they made their way quickly down
the steps until they reached the Mall.
"Do you know If your father owned
"Wyngate house?"
“I cannot say," answered Derek; "but
my father made many mysterious and
secret Investments, and he would be
barilly likely to hide the treasure there
If he did not own it.”
The house stood back some fifty yards
from the river. The garden was rank
with overgrown weeds, and every window
was barred from without and shuttered
within. The question was, was Scrope
before them? Quietly they approached
the door, and Warren struck a match.
The dust around the keyhole had been
recently disturbed.
“Scrope is within, or we are too late.
There is no time for caution. The timber
Is rotten; put your shoulder :o the door
with me.”
The door fell in with a crash, and then
then was silence. They lit candles and
looked about them. The place was fully
furnished wltl’i old and worm eaten fur
niture, and the dust lay heavily every
where. Warren stooped down and
pointed.
“Footprints in the dust. They all point
one way, so he is still here. Cau
tiously.”
They followed the footprints down be
low until they reached the cellar. The
fifth flagstone .:o the right had been re
moved. An iron ladder fastened to the
wall led down to the dark abyss. "Quiet
ly they both descended and found them
selves in a narrow passage, and through
the sides of the door the water perco
lated in a constant stream.
AYith an exclamation of satisfaction
AYarren pointed to the lock. The key
was in it!
Derek was about to open the door when
AA’arren pulled him back.
“Yio-ur father's warning. Do not seer eh
for the treasure at high tide."
Patiently they waJted. They could hear
the swash of tho water on the other
side of the door, and it was only when
the passage was clear that they knew
the tide had fallen. Then they ven
tured to turn the key.
They looked down into a cavernous
vault. A foot below them the receding
tide swashed and eddied. The light of
their candles seemed to add awe to the
scene, anil then as the water rushed
and swirled a grewsome sight appeare
before them, and they shrank back with
cries of horror.
It was the dead face of Simon
Scrope.
"Retribution has overtaken him. The
door closes with a spring. In his hurry
to secure the treasure he forgot the key
and met a horrible death as the tide
rose.” said AYarren.
Slowly the water sank, and now nod
then the dead face appeared before them.
The last few feet went out with a
rush, dajrrying the grows 'me burden
along the sewer to Its unknown rest
ing place.
IA hen ail was safe they descended, and,
after a little search, they found an iron
chest firmly embedder in the concrete.
Amid breathless excitement they lifted
the lid. Ther e were three boxes, one in
side the other, and when they finally
came to the treasure they fairly' gasped
with amazement.
Ropes of pearls, sapphires, diamonds,
cut and in the rough, rubies, shining
blood red. curiously carvid figures ablaze
with jewels, and at the bottom of the
chest rows of ingots of pure gold.
AYith some difficulty they' managed to
bring the inner box u.psta.irs and cov
ered up their retreat by replacing the
flagstone in th e cellar. After searching
the house they found a couple of port
manteaux, and with the treasure sately
stowed away t.hej' reached Derek’s lodg
ing house just as the clock was strik-
tng 6.
"I will run upsairs and tell my wife
the good news. You will not leave us
today, of course?”
”1 am afraid I must. I came from
Australia to find my sister, but lost ail
i had on the voyage. Now that your
father has supplied me with money I
must lose no time. 1 should not like
Maud to be in want.”
"Mbud! C m it Do that— AA'liat is your
other name?"
"Hugh.
"Hugh AYarren! Then stay for a time;
my wife must thank you before you go.
She was so much better when I left
her that I am sure she will be able
to come down.”
After a little time Derek Trymbie mado
iiis appearance supporting a sweet-faced,
'fair-liaired girl. She glanced at AA’arren
fbf an instant, and then murmured one
word:
“Hugh !’•
AVarren sprang forward with a cry
of astonishment.
“Maud! My dear little sister, have I
found you at last?”
“Yes," answered Derek. "AlthougK
with your assistance we have recov
ered the yewels, I long ago discovered
the Trymbl e treasure."
OUR JUMPING OFF PLACE.
(From Outdoor Life.)
T’nalaska resembles other northern sta
tions, having warehouses, docks, the in
evitable Greek church and a score of
wooden cabins. AYhalers leave here for
the Arctic regions.
Dutch harbor is a station for our reve
nue fleet. There is much coming and
'going of ships of all nations; there are
quite a formidable fleet, and only two
ships out of twelve carry colors of the
same country.
Just before entering the harbor one
notices a detached rock high against
the side of the cliff. It bears a striking
resemblance to a Russian priest in full
robes. Touched by the sunset light, lie
seemed to stand blessing the harbor.
Sailing north out into Bering sea, one
looks back at the desolate, silent, tree
less islands, which seem to wail the
edge of the world. Hundreds of miles
west they run toward Vladivostok.
Two hundred anil forty miles north of
I’nalaska are the Pribilof Islands; not
large, but the greatest seal Islands in the
world. There are many fur seals around
the shores of Bering Sea and the Aleu
tian Islands, but the great mass of them
are bred on the Pribilof group. No white
man is permitted to laud on these breed
ing grounds without a permit signed by
the secretary of the treasury of th*
United States,