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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1929-2-27, Page 7• Cream Grading ETTER CREAM Means = ETTER BUTTER ETTER PRICES We. are now prepared, to Grade your Cream honestly, gather it twice a week and deliver at outr. Creamery each uuy we lift E. We gather With covered truck to keep sun off it. We pay a premium of 1 sent per lb, butter fat for Specials over that of No, 1 grade, and 8 cents per lb, but- ter -fat for No 1 grade over that of No. Z grade. The basic principle of the improvement in the quaiity of Ontario butter le the elimination of second and off grade' creams. Tide may be accomplished by paysng the producer of good (roam a better price per pound of butter -fat tam. is paid to the producers of poor cream. We solicit your patronage and co -Operation for better market. ter -We will loan you a can. See our Agent( T. C. McCALL, or Phone 2310, Brussels. The Seaforth Creamery 0 l ccs 1 0f ight q.b Being the Authentic Nam' five of a Treasure Diacovered In the Bahama Wanda in the Year 1903—Now First Given to, the Public. BY v ..:Ii,SRD LECALLIi2!NE • evy}ight by Ih.ui.c,.;sy, lags L Cowpaay. en was merely a enure or speeen, weeleb-1f I may say en, my dear— "haft It Time You Revealed Your Mysterious Aladdin's Cave?" might apply with equal fitness, say— es a silk stocking." i.ed Calypso laughed through en- richer tide of rose•color. "No, dad, not that, either. Never onkel where It is, It Zu aerieetry safe, I sssure you." 'But aro you sure, my dear? Wouldn't It be safer, after all, hero In The house? Flow can you he certain abet no one hot yourself wI'•.i accicien- Italy discover tt?" 'I 5111 absolutely eertefu fiat' 110 one will;' size uuswered, With an int• Vests on the last three words w;itee sent a thrill through me, f :r I L:r•:: 'Owl it was tumult for ate. "Of ;amts.. •Bod," she athlete "If von Insesi... e. e almll have it. IInt eertme.l; ! :"ni. ii to serer where it is, _ 11: 1 If ! ' 10 fetch It, Ittn5 0011 1 be ...ire t' •a ince"—see pier el. with a a,., reach L of matt, -e. sort:•" :mr.,:. Letterheads Envelopes Billheads And all kinds of Business Stationery printed at The Post Publishing House, We will do a job that will do credit to yotir business. Look over your stock of Office Stationery and if It reetlires replenishing Call us by telephone 81. The Past Publishing House blas, for instance, would see me go- ing—and follow me." "To be sure—to be sure," said the "king." "What do you think, Friend. Ulysses?" "I think it more than likely that she might be followed," I answered, "and I quite agree with Miss Calypso. I certainly wouldn't advise her to visit her treasure just now—with the woods , probably full of eyes. In fact," I added, smiling frankly at her, "1 could scarcely answer for myself even —for I confess that she has filled me with an overpowering curiosity," "So be It then," said the "king;" "and now to consider what our friend here graphically speaks of as those eyes In the woods." The "king" then mode a determined descent thin the overtime The "roods. most probably, were lull of eyes. In plain prose, we were almost certainly c'Ing watched. Unless—unless, in- deed, my bogus departure for Nassau had fooled Tobias as we had hoped. But, even so, with that lure of Ca- typso's doubloon ever before him, It was too probable that be would not leave the neighborhood without some further investigation—"an Investiga- tion," the "king" explained, "which night well take the form of a mid- night raid; murdered in our beds, told so forth." That being so, being In fact almost a certainty—the "king" spoke as though he would, be a much disap- pointed man otherwise—we must look to our garrison. After alt, besides our- selves, we had but Samson and Ere- bus and their dark brethren of doubt- ful courage, while Tobias probably had command of a round dozen of • doughty desperadoes. On the whole, perhaps, it might 'be beat to avail ourselves of the crew of the Flamin- go—"under cover of the dark," be re- pented with a smile. While we had been talking Samson had long since been on his way with the word to Sweeney to took out for Webster, and as he had been admon- ished to hurry back it was scarcely noon when he returned, bringing In exchange a verbal message from Sweeney. "The pockmarked party," ran the message as delivered by Samson, "bad i left the harbor In hes sloop that morn- : Ing. Yes, sari" "Ha! ha I" laughed he "king," turn- ing to me, "So two can play at that game, says Henry P. Tobias, Jr. But i if we haven't fooled him let's make : sure that he hasn't fooled us. We'll bring up your crew all the same—what I do you think?" ! "Under cover of the dark," I as- sented. The "king's" instructions to me were that I was not to show my nose out- `• :side the house. I must regard myself us a prisoner with the entire freedom ' of his study—a large, airy room on the second floor, well furnished with all manner of books, old prints, i strange fishes in glass cases, rode guns, pipe racks, curiosities of every kind froin Yarlou's' parts of the world. And then i chine mann a photograph hu,:ghlg over the writing desk—a tall. se:t al -looking young woman of re- markable beauty. It needed but one giuneo to realize that here was Ca- : typsn's mother. and as was natural I stood a long terse stnnutrng the t.011 0P011 that was se like the feet, which, from my first sight of it, bad stomia the loveliest in the world. This was n flower that had bene the tnnther of Reeser, It ayes a lure more l:runl- ttve In its beauty. a tittle less tnurhrd with rare than the one 1 loved_ but Ito, same ''menet+ 1111I111'111 uv1,l11t wits in it, and the figure had the saute wild grace of time, the same lithe strength of Carriage. Two or three days went hy, but as tet there was no news of either Char- lie Webster or 'rabies. Nothing for. flier had been heard of the latter to the settlement, mad 0 enfefltl petrol - ling of the neighborhood revealed no signs of hit". Either his sailing away watt a bona fide perforfnanee or he was lying low in some other part of the tattled—which of mitran would not be a difficult thing for lairs to. do, 11' must of it was wilderness --and as, nls0, there were one or tete cevea en the deserted northern side where he could easily bide his time. Between that 00a0t and cls, however, ley sm0e ten steles of scrub and annngrove 011'5rnpe, and It was manifestly out of the question to patrol them too, H RRU$3RL5 PO$T -#,'1tere was nOtiwsg Al 00 peel w8tee and wait, At litat there came a mesasgofrom Charlie Webster, another of his Oaea than notes i "'Sorry delays few days longer, A,ay news?" That seemed to deoitle the "kipse" "What do you say, Ulysses," be aatd, "if we begin digging tomorrow? There are ten of us—with as many guns, four revolvers and plenty of mediates -el -lot equating Calypso, who Is an excellent sleet herself," I agreed that nothing n'nald please me better—so an eerie hour tete fol. lowing morning found us with the whole garrison.' -excepting Samson, whom It had been thought wise to leave it home as a bodyguard for Calypso—lined up at the old ruined mansion with picks and shovels ano machetes, ready to commence opeaa- ti0ns, We had worked for a week before We made a clearance of the ground floor. Then at last we came upon 8'- solidly built stone staircase, winding downward. After clearing away the debris with which ,t was choked to a depth of some twenty or thirty stege, we came to a stout wooden door stud- ded with nails, "The dungeon at last," said the "king." "The kitchens, I bet" said L After some battering the door gave way with a crash, a moldering breath It Was the Pirates' Wine Cellar. as of the grave met oor nostrils, and a cloud of bats flew in our faces and set the negroes screaming, A huge cavernous blackness was before us. The "king" called for lanterns. As we raised these above our heads and peered into the darkness, we both gave a laugh, "'Yo—ho—ho--and a bottle of rum,'" sang the "king." For all along the walls stood or lay prone on trestles, a silent company of hogsheads, festooned with cobwebs like huge black wings. It was the pirates' wine cellars Sucll was our discovery for that day, but there Is another matter which I must mention—the fact that some- how the news of our excavation seemed to have got down to the set- tlement. It Is a curious fact, as the "king" observed, that if a man should start to dig for goad in the center of Sahara, with no possible means Of communicating with his fellows, on the third day there would not fail to be someone to drop In and remark on the fineness of the weather. So it was with us. As a general thing not once in a twelvemonth did a human being wonder into that wilderness where the "king" had made his home. There was nothing to bring them there, and, as I have made clear, the way was not easy. Yet we had hardly begun work when one antl another idle nigger strolled in from the settlement rind stood grinning his curiosity at our labors. evening f thethird we Toward ve g o day came upon n paesnge leading out of one of the cellars; It had such a prom- ising appenranee that we kept at work Inter than usual, and the sun had set end night was rapidly falling us we turned homeward. As we cause to sight of the house we were struck by the peculiar hush 1Onmt it, and them were no lights in the: windows, "No lights!" the "king" and I ex- claimed together, involuntarily hurry- ing our steps, with a foreboding of WV I•nmw 1101 what in oar hearts, As we crossed the lawn the house loomed up dark andstill anti the door opening onto the leggin WW1 a square of black- ness In a gloom of shadows hardly less profo:lnth Not a sound, not n sign of Ilfet Calypso 1" we both cried out, as we rushed across the loggia. "Calypso 1 where are you"—but there was no en - saver; and then I, being ahead of the "king," stumbled over something dark lying across the doorway, "Good heaven! what is this?" I cried, and bending down I saw that It was Samson, The "king" struck a match. Yes! It was Samson, poor fellow, with a chigger firmly planted in his heart. Near bysomething white caught any eye attached to the lintel of the door- way, It was a piece of paper field there with h sailor's kttlfe. I tore It Off in a frenzy, and --the "king" striking another match—we read It to- gether. It bore but a few words, writ- ten ritten all in capital letters with a coarse 44.146.404184444444444444.11.4.7 FEATHERS 1 WANTED I Highest market price 4,4 paid for your Feathers M, Yoftick .........•+•+4•1404404.14404+144 "WILL RETURN THE LADY IN EXCHANGE FOR THE TREASURE," and it was signed "E. P. T," CHAPTER VII. In Which I Lose My Way, "The audacity of the fellow!" ex- claimed the "king," who was the first to recover. "But Ca/nisei" I cried, The "king" laid hes band on my shoulder reassuringly. "Don't be afraid for her," he said. "I know my daughter." "But I love her!" I cried, thus blurting out to my anguish what 1 had designed to reveal to some tranquil chosen hour. "1 have loved her for twenty years," said the "king," exasperatingly calm. "'Sack Harkaway' can take care of himself." I was not even astonished at the time. "But something must be done," 1 cried. "I will go to the commander at once and rouse the settlement. Give me a lantern," 1 called to one of the negroes, wbo by this had come up to ns, and were standing around in a terrified group. I waited only for it to be lit, and then, without a word, dashed wildly Into the forest. "Hadn't you better take someone with you?" I heard the "king" eall after me. hitt I was ton distraught to reply, plunging heudfureaoit through the tangled darkness—Fey brain Boll- ing like a cauldron with anger and a thousand fears, and my heart stung, too with wild, unreasoning remorse. After all, It was my doing. "To think! to thins! to think!" I cried aloud—leaving the rest unspo- ken. I meant that tt had all come of my insensate pursuit of that filthy treas- ure, when all the time the only treas- ure I coveted was Calypso herself. Poor old ignorant Tom had been right after all. Nothing good came of such enterprises. There was a curse upon them from the beginning. And then, as I thought of Tobias, my body shook so that I could hardly keep on walk- ing, and next minute my hatred of him so nerved me up that I ran on through the brush like a madman, my clothes clutched at by the devilish vines and torn at every yard. I fled past the scene of our excava- tions, looking more haunted than ever in the flashing gleam of the lantern. With an oath I left them behind, as the accursed cause of all this evil; but I cannot have gone by them many yards when suddenly I felt the ground giving way beneath me with a violent jerk. My arms went up in a wild ef- fort to save myself, and then, In a panic of fright, I felt myself shooting dowuward as one might fall down the shaft of a mine. Vainly I clutched at rocky walls as I sped down In the earth -smelling darkness. I seemed to he falling forever, and for a moment my head cleared and I bad time to think of the crash that was coming at the end of my fail—a crash which, I said to myself, must mean death. vainly I Clutched at Rooky Walls, It come with sudden crunching pain, a swift tightening round my heart, as though black ropes were being lashed tightly about It, stmeezing ottt my breath; then entil•e bhtckuess engulfed me and 1 knew to more. s + P e t ■ e Bow long I lay there in the tiarkness 1 cannot tell. .,1.1i 1 remember to suddenly opening any eyes on intense blackness and vaguely wondering whrrt' 1 was• lily head seemed entire- ly 1etaehod from 01y body, of which en far 1 was un000SCIoas. But pres- Ontly the reallantton of It returned, tuna involuntarily 1 trlee to 030,0— to and with a sort .of indifferent mild suriniso that It was #mponsi le. So there I lay, oddly content, In the dal•k--the pungent smell of the earth MY only .sensation, and my head use- lessly clear. The remembranee of what had hap- pened began to grow in force and keenness and, of a sudden, the thought of Calypso smote me like a sword! Spurred to desperate effort, I stood up on the instant and leaned against a rocky wail. Miracle .of miracles! I could stand. I was not dead, after all. I was not, indeed, so far as I could tell, seriously hurt. Badly bruised, of coarse --but no bones bro- ken. It seemed incredible, but it wee so. The realization made me feel weak again, and 1 sat down with my back propped up against the rock, and waited for more strength. Slowly my thoughts fumbled around the sltuatlon. Then, as by force of habit, my hand went to my pocket God be praised ! I had matches, and I cried with thankfulness, out of very weakness, But I still sat on to the dark for a while. I felt very tired. After thinking about It for a long time, I took out my precious matchbox, which unconsciously I had been bug- ging wth my hand, and struck a light, looking about me Ina dazed fashion. The match burnt down to my lingers, and I threw it away, as the flame stung me. I bad seen something of my surroundings, enough to last my tired brain for a minute or two, I was at the bottom of a sort of crevasse, a narrow cleft in the rocks whicn con- tinued on in a slanting downward chasm Into the darkness, It was a natural corridor, with a floor of white sand. The sand had accounted for my coming off without any broken bones. After another minute or two I struck another match, and lo! another miracle. There was my lantern lying beside me. The glass of it was bro- ken, but that was no matter. As 1 lit the wick my hopes leapt up with the name. At the worst 1 had light. I swung my lantern aloft, seeking the possibilities of a climb, but every- where it was sheer, without a ledge nr protuberance of any kind to take advantage et, and it was utterly de- void of vegetation—not a sign of a friendly shrub or root to hold by. 1 had sense enough to know that I was too tired to think profitably, and drowsiness coming over me told me that an hour or two's sleep would give me the strength I needed to renew with a will and more chances of suc- cess my efforts to escape. Light was too precious to waste, so I blew out my lantern, and, curling up on the sand, almost instantly fell asleep. But before 1 lapsed into un- consciousness I had clutched hold of one sustaining thought In the dark- ness—the assuranee of Calypso's safe- ty, so confidently announced by her father: "Don't be afraid for her. I know my daughter.' Wbatever hap- pened to me, she would come out all right. As her brave shape flashed be- fore my mind's eye, down there under the earth, I could have no doubt of that My instinct had been right in giving way to my drowsiness, for I woke up from my sleep a new man. How long I had been there, of course, I had no means of knowing; but I fancy 1 must hare slept a good while, for I felt so refreshed and full of determination to tackle my escape In good earnest I had hardly relit my lantern when its rays revealed something which It seemed impossible for anyone with eyes, however weary, to 'have o0er- looked. In the right -band corner of the little cavern, five or six feet above my head, was a dark hole, like the en- trance to a tunnel, or, more properly speaking a good-sized burrow—for it was scarcely more than a yard in di- ameter. It seemed to be something more than a mere cavity to the rock, for, when I fiasbed my lantern up to it I could see no end. To climb up to it at first seemed difficult; but providentially, I had a stout clasp knife in my pocket, and with this I cut a step or two In the porous rock, and so managed R. Lying flat on my stomach, I Looked in. It was, as I had thought, a narrow natural tunnel, snaking through the rocks—as often happens In those curi- ous fatltnette coral formations for all the world, indeed, as if it had been made ages ago by some monstrous primeval serpent, a giant wormhole, no less, leading --heaven alone knew where. There was just room to crawl along It on all fours, so 1 storied cautiously, making sure I had my precious matches and my jackknife all safe. I progressed, I should soy, for some twenty or thirty yards, when, to lay inexpressible relief, I came out, still ou all fours, onto a wending floor; then, standing up. I perceived that 1 was in n cave of considerable lofti- ness and some forty feet or so across. It was good to breathe nein such comparatively free air; yet, as 1 looked about and made the circuit of the waits, 1 saw that I had but ex- changed one prison for another. There was this difference, however: whereas there had only been one passageway from the cave I had just left, there were several similar outlets from that In which I now stood. Two or three of thein proved to be nothing but al- coves that ran a few yards and then ,topped. But there were two close by each other which seemed to continue on. There was not much choice between them, but as both made in the same direction, ao far as I could judge the direction in which I had so far pro- gressed, I decided to take the larger WEDNESDAY, I'''k)B, 27th, 1.990. alto, g proven to ne a passage touch lite the tunnel I had already trav- ersed, only little roomier, there- fore y a Is r omi , and k ore - fore it was easier going and it, too, brought mo Out as had the other, on another cavern—but one considerably !a1•g01' in extent. I had stumbled on something like a ?dente Cristo suite of underground tpartments. And here for a moment r mimed my Imagination from her �Ilt.mrs, and allowed her to play wed these strange halls. And in +ate of her suggestions there was %Onee atrium. it was hardly tlke.ly that •averns 00 such extent had welted for 110 to discover them. They must sure- ty have been known to Teach, or what- ever buccuaeer it was 15110 had twee - pled the ruined mansion not s0 very tar above ground. I set about the more carefully to -examine every nook and corner. Two Iron staples imbedded in one of the walls, With rusting chains and man- acles attached, were melancholy proof of one of the tees to which the place had once been put. Melancholy for certain unhappy emits long since free of all mortal chains, but fol' me --need I say Its --exceedingly Joyous. For if there had been a way to bring pris- oners here It was none the less evi- dent that there had been a way to take them out. But how and where? Again I searched every nook and crest - ay. There was no sign of entrance anywhere. Then a thought occurred to me. What if the entrance were after the manner of a medieval oubliette-- through ubliette—through the ceiling! There was a thought indeed to send one's hepta soaring. I ran to my eagerness through one cavern after another. holding my lantern aloft That miler be the solution. There could be n: other way. 1 sought and sought, but alas! It was a false hope, and I threw myself down in u corner in despair, deciding that the prisoners must have been forced to crawl in as I had— though it was hardly like jailers to put themselves to such inconvenleece. 1 leaned bark against the wall and gazed listlessly upward. Next mo- ment 1 had bounded to my feet again. Surely i had seen come short regular lines running up the face of the rock, like a ladder. I raised n:y lantern. Sure enough, they were hen rounds set to the face of the rock, and they mounted up till I lost them in the ob- scurity, for the cave here must hare been forty feet high. Blessed heaven! I was sati>~d i But alas! they did not begin till some six feet above my head, and the way was sheer. 110w was I to reach the lowest rung? The rock was too sheer for me to cut steps in, as 1 had done farther buck, i looked about me. Again the luck was with me. In one of the caves I had noticed some broken. pieces of fallen rock. They were ter- ribly heavy, but despair lent me strength, and after an hour or two's work, I had managed to roll several of them to the foot of the ladder, and —with an effort of which I would not have believed myself cttpable—had been able to build them one on top of another against the wall. So, I found myself able to grasp the lowest rung with my hands. Then, fastening the foment round my neck with my neck- tie, I prepared to mount. The climb was not difficult, once I hod mneaged to get my feet on the ,hast rung of the ladder, but there was always the chance that one of the •ungs might have rusted loose with dote, en W111011 P1180. of enm•sa. it would '11150 given wily to my grasp, and I should have been precipitated back- e•nrd to remain death beiotv. 11(:wever, the man who hod mortised .hem had done as honest p10ce of vurle, awl they proved as firm Its 011 'le day they were pieced there. cep ,ltd up 1 wenn, till i muss have been •,rty I','+•n above the flmlr, and. thee. i 0.:lred the fent. instead of rem - :la to II trap doer. :is 111ad tainjer- tured, 1 t'evnd thus the ladder cause to an mid at the edge of al uarru:w lecke. .•nnnlnc n;nna Ow militia Ran it 1,.- " (Continued Next Week) Second-hand ;aBny overcoats aro being sold in South Africa at $4,00 each. 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