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THE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI. UTAH S. I PANISH Doubloons CHAPTER XIII. 15 Mr. Tubba Interrupts. I had determined aa an offset to my pusillanimous behavior about the cave to show a dogged Industry In the mat- ter of the Island Queen. It would take me a long while to get down through the sand to the cheat, but I resolved to accomplish It, and borrowed of Cookie, without his knowledge, a large Iron spoon which I thought I could wield more easily than heavy spade. But that afternoon I was tired and hot It really called for a grimmer resolve than mine to shovel sand through the languor of a Leeward Island afternoon. Instead, I slept In my hammock, and dreamed that I was queen of a cannibal Island, draped In necklaces made of the doubloons now hidden under the sand In the cabin of the derelict. Later,' the walling of Cookie was hoard In the land, and I had to restore the spoon to free Crusoe of the charge of having stolen It. I said I had wanted to dig with It. Hut of course It occurred to no one that It was the treasure I had expected to dig up with , Cookie's spoon. A more serious obstacle to my on the Island Queen pre- sented Itself next day. Instead of putting to sea, Mr. Shaw and Captain Magnus hauled the boat up On the bench and net to work to repair It. The preceding day had been filled with hardship and danger so much so tlnit my heart sank a little at the You saw the little recountal of It. bout threading its way among the reefs, tossed like seaweed by the white teeth of gnawing waves, screamed at by angry gulls whose homes were those clefts and caves which the boat Invaded. And all this, poor l'ttle bout, on a hopeless quest for no reward but peril and wounds. Ctithbert Vane had a sprained thumb which could not be Ignored, and on the strength of which he was confrom t lie tingent, and thrown on my hnnds to enlenn n. So of course I bad to renounce nil thoughts of visiting the sloop. I should not have dared to go there anyway, with Mr. Shaw nnd the captain ah!-.- more or less to overlook my motions from the beach, for I was quite morbidly afraid of attracting attention to the derelict. It seemed to me a happy miracle that no one but myself had taken any interest In her, or been inspired to ask by what chance boat bad come to small to be wrecl:ed upon these desolate shores. Fortunately in her position In the shadow of the cliff she was Inconspicuous, so that she might easily have been taken for the half of a large bunt instead of the whole of a small one. or the must before this have drawn the questioning notice of the Scotchman. As to the captain, his attention was all set on the effort to discover tin- - cave, and his intelligence was not lively enough to start on an entirely new tack by Itself. And the Honorable Cuthbert viewed derelicts OS he viewed the planetary bodies; somehow in the course of nature they happened. So, dissembling my excitements and auxlct es, I swung placidly In my hammock, and nearby sat the beautiful youth with his thumb carried tenderly In a bandage. Was It merely my being so distrait, or was It quite another reason thnt led him to open up so suddenly about his Kentish home? Strange to say. Instead of punting for the title. C'uthtert wanted his brother to go on living, though there was something queer about Lis spine, poor fellow, and the doctor said he couldn't Of course I was surprised possibly at f'uthbert's views, for I bad always thought that if there were a title In your family your sentiment toward those who kept you out of It were necessarily murderous, and your tears crocodile when you pretended to weep over their biers. But Cuthbert's feelings were so human that I nienlolly a poll g'zed to the nobility. As to High Staunton manor, I adored It. It Is mostly Jacobean, but with an ancient Tudor wing, and It has a clmiel and n ghost and a secret staircase nnd n frightfully lxnutlful and wicked ancestress banging In the hall I mean a portrait of her and quantities of 'nk paneling quite black with age, and silver that was hidden In the fctm-llomhs when Cromwell's solders came, end fl chamber whpre Ellzalieth once slept, and other romantic details too numerous to mention. It Is a little b't run down and shabby, for lurk of it up, end of course on money to that mvotint all the more entrsnrl.'tg. The present Lord Orosmere lived up to hi Msltiim so completely that he bud the gout and snt with bis foot on a "uh"on exactly like nil the elderly at lt jou ever heard of, only v ben I Inquired If his lordship cursed h s ni'et and Hung plates at the footmen v, lien his foot hurt bliu. his son vr.s mti' h shocked and pained. He d!-int realize so well as I from no extensive course of that such Is the usuol behavior of titled iTSOtll. It was delight fut, there In the hot t'!;m-of the Island, with the palms tlisti'ii faintly overhead, to hear of ' tbat inotsy, ancient place. I asked eager questions I repeated gloatingly fragments of description I wondered enviously what It would be like to have anything so old and proud and beautiful In your very blood when suddenly I realized that, misled by my enthusiasm, Cuthbert was saying something which must not be said that he was about to offer the shelter of that ancient roof to me. To me, whose heart could never nest there, but must be ever on the wing, a wild bird of passage In the track of a ship I sat up with a galvanic start. "Oh listen didn't you hoar something?" I desperately bro'--e In. For somehow I must stop him. I didn't want our nice Jolly friendship spoiled and besides, fancy being cooped up on an Island with a man you have refused! Especially when all the while you'd be wanting so to pet and console him I Hut with his calm doggedness Cuthbert began again "I was a bit afraid the old place would have seemed too quiet and dull to you " when the day was saved and my interruption strangely Justified by a shrill outcry from the camp. I knew that high falsetto tone. It was the voice of Mr. Tulibs, but pitched on a key of quite Insane excitement. I sprang up and ran, Crusoe and the Honorable Cuthbert at my heels. There In the midst of the camp Mr. Tubbs stood, the center of a group who were regarding him with nstonlshed looks. Mr. Shaw ami the captain had left their tinkering. Cookie his saucepans, and Aunt Jane and Violet had come hurrying from the hut Among us all stood g y I novel-rendin- s g Mfiiniletri Camilla Kenyon appear COPYRIOHT THE to be a - Christina L COMPANY hot-ai- r artist, I will tell you In a word, that I have located the tombstone of one William Halll-wel- l, deceased !" Of course. Not once had I thought of It. Bare, stark, glaring up at the sun, lay the stone carved with the letters and the cross-boneForgetting In the haste of my departure to replace the vines upon the grave, I had left the stone to shout Its secret to the first comer. And that happened to be Mr. Tubbs. Happened. I say, for I knew that be had not had the slightest notion where to iook for the grave of Illll Halliwell. This running to earth of clues was purely an affair of his own picturesque Imagination. I wondered uneasily what he had made of the uprooted vines but he would lay them to the pigs, no doubt. In the . countenance of Mr. Tubbs, flushed and exultant, there was no suspicion that the secret was not all his own. Miss HIgglesby-Brown- e had a closed umbrella beneath her arm, and she drew and brandished It like a saber as she took a long stride forward. "Mr. Tubbs," she commanded, "lead He Repeated, Found It!" . "I Have Mr. Tubbs with folded arms, looking round Uhii the company with an extraordinary air of coinplucency and triumph. -What Is It, oh, what Is It. Mr. Tubbs?" cried Aunt Jane, fluttering with the consciousness of her proprietorship. But Mr. Tubbs glanced at her as Indifferently as a sated turkey-buzzarat a morsel which has ceased to tempt d him. "Sir. Tubbs." commanded Violet, "speak explain yourself!" "Come, out with It, Tubbs," advised Mr. Sliuw. Then the lips of Mr. Tubbs parted, end from them Issued this solitary word : "Eureka !" "What?" screamed Miss Hlgglesby-Brown"You have found It T" his Solemnly Mr. Tubbs Inclined head. "Eureka !" he repeated. "I have found It " Amidst the exclamations, the questions, the general commotion which ensued, I had room for only one thought that Mr. Tubbs had somehow discovered the treasure In the cabin of the Island Queen. Indeed, I should have shrieked the words aloud but for a providential dumbness thnt fell e. upon me. Friends," Mr. Tubbs began, "It has leen known from the start that there una a landmark on this little old Island thnt would give any pnrty the same a line on that chest of money right away. There's leen some thnt was too high up In the exploring huslnws to waste time looking for landmarks. They had rntber do more fancy stunts, where what with -urf. nnd sharks, ami hiingin' tip the bout, they could make a good show of gettin' buy. But old llnm Tubbs. be don't let on to be a hero. Jest a plain mini o' business that's old II. II. Consequence Is, be loaves the other fellers hnve the brass band, while lie ets out on the q. t. to run a III tic clue to earth. And, Indies and centlomen, l.e's run It!" "You have found you have found (he treasure '." shrilled Aunt June. Contrary to his bland custom, Mr Tnbbs frowned at her diirkly. "I snld I found the clue." be en reeled. "Of course. It's the sunn Indies and gentlemen, tiot to thing. Jg s. on !" But Mr. Tubbs did not lead on. "Oh, no indeed," he said. "Old II. H. wasn't born yesterday. It may have struck you that to possess the sole and exclusive knowledge of the . whereabout a million or two ratln' It low is some considerable of an asset And it's one I ain't got the least idee of partin' with unless for Inducements held out." Aunt June gave a faint shriek. I had been silently debating what my own course should be In the face of this unexpected development Suddenly I saw my way quite clear. I would say nothing. Mr. Tubbs should reveal his own perfidy. And the curtain should ring down upon the piny, leaving Mr. Tubbs foiled all around, bereft both of the treasure and of Aunt Jane. Little I dreamed what surprises ensuing acts of the play were to hold for me, or their astounding contrast with the farce of my Joyous Imagination. 'I took no part In the storm that raged round Mr. Tubbs. His face adorned by a seraphic, buttery smile, e he stood unmoved, while Miss uttered cyclonic exhortations and reproaches, while Aunt Jane sobbed and said, "Oh, Mr. Tubbs I" while Mr. Shaw strove to make himself heard above the din. He did at least succeed In extracting from the traitor a definite statement of terms. These were nothing less than fifty per cent of the treasure, secured to him by a document, sealed and delivered into his own hands. To a suggestion that as he had discovered the tombstone, so might soma one else, he replied with tranquillity that he thought not, as he had taken precautions against such an eventuality. In other words, as I was later to discover, the wily Mr. Tubbs had contrived to raise the boulder from its bed and push It over the cliff Into the sea, afterward replacing the mass of vines upon the grave. As to the entrance to the tunnel. It was apparent to me that Mr. Tubbs had not yet discovered It. Even If he had, I am certain that he would have been no more heroic than myself about exploring It, though there was no missing Peter to haunt bis Imagination. But with the grave as a starting point, there could be no question as to the ultimate discovery of the cave. I was so eager myself to see the Inside of the cave, and to know whatever It had to reveal of the fate of Peter, that I was Inclined to wish Mr. Tubbs success In driving his hard bargain, eseclally as It would profit h in nothing In the end. But tills sentiment was exclusively ray own. On all hands Indignation greeted the rigorous demands of Mr. Tubbs. With a righteous Joy I suw the fabric of Aunt Jane's lllusious shaken by the rude blHst of reality. For where was the Tubbs of yesterday the honey-bm'uothe suave, the anxiously oIh sequioiis Tubbs? (June, quite gone. Instead, here was a Tubbs who corked his helmet rnklshly, nnd leered round upon the company, deaf to the claims of loyalty, the pleas of friend-hip- , the voice of tendernesh Aunt Jane's. H'ggleshy-BrownManfully Miss stormed up and down the bench. She demanded of Mr. Shaw, of Cuthbert Vane, of Captain Magnus, each and severally, Hint Mr. Tubbs be compelled to disgorge his seoret. You saw that she would not bav shrunk from a regimen of racks nnd thumbscrews. Hut there were no rarks and thumbscrews oil the Island. Of course we could hnve Invented various Instruments of torture I felt I could have developed some Ingenuity that way myself tint too well Mr. Tubbs knew the civil-Izeprejudices of those with whom be had to deal. With perfect Itnptinlt) he could strut about the camp, sum h t no weapons worse than word-woullie brought to benr upon him 'bat he would not even be tnrtiei' board iwny from the general on coconnts In solitude, itd nw rnNTtMtttr.n t Hlggles-hy-Brown- "Eureka!" ; Present d d 'irot LD Mr. Gimlet was sitting all alone by himself. The eetd December wind was driving the snow against the windows, frosty and now and then It seemed to fairly screech at him. Some of the snow appeared to have got into his hair, and some of the frost Into his heart, for he looked old, and cold, and grim. The firelight shadows that played on the wall were like the thoughts that went to and fro in his mind In the light of the memories of the brighter days of the past. The empty chairs reminded him of his frlendlessness, the slow ticking of the old clock, as It tried to be a' companion, only made him feel how lonely he was. He felt as much out of the world, as far away from Its gladness as the picture of his grandfather that hung over the shelf. Mr. Gimlet was wondering what he would get for Christmas. He had spent many years in wondering what he would get, and had gotten a good No one had a better many things. bouse than he, few had as much money as he had. There was a park, there was a garden ; within and without and all about bim were the things that money can buy. Yes, Mr. Gimlet was as rich as money and things can make a man. And yet, although all these things had not made him happy, he was wishing foj more. He did not know any better than to wish for more, and, though he could not think of anything that he needed, he hoped that someone would think of something or other that he might want and that might give him a gleam of real Christmas Joy. Away out on a prairie the Bump family were holding a consultation, after the children had gone to bed. At that moment the father and mother of the family were perplexed and even a good deal worried. The Bumps had been practicing farming for some time, but without anticipated results. The children didn't see anything the matter with farming. The move out of the smoky city had been an entrance into paradise for them. Donald bad ten hens and a rooster. Dorothy owned two Muscovy ducks, with Kenneth had a little green feathers. pony that they called "Bigger," because they thought he wonld grow. Small Edith kept a flower bed that she called her "gardy." There was a pony cart They had raised a watermelon. Father had said that the rest of the garden wouldn't amount to a hill of beans, but it had. There was apt to be enough for yum yum cake, with raisins In it, to go around. Why, It was like a perpetual picnic I And even now, with all things under the snow blanket, and the pony and the two cows safe in the f'!l l the blanket that does not keep things warm, but makes them cold, and wondering what a mortgage could be, and why no one could take It off wlthont Ia his dream Donald heard money. a boy singing this song : "Sing, little Jesus, sins for me. There's nothing- - on my Christmas tree." You see, this little boy had a tree, but there wasn't a thing on It, not even a leaf. So he planned how to get something to grow upon it Finally, he sang the song that Donald heard In hit dream, and the next time he looked out there Was his tree, full of red and gold apples, with leaves on all the twigs and many pretty things among them, and Donald saw It all In hit dream. So, when he awoke, Donald thought he would sing the song too, and see If Jesus couldn't take th shadow of that awful mortgage away, and he sang; Stng. little eeua. sine; for met There's a mortgage on our Christina tree. Whea Dorothy bered that she writing a letter so she went and the letter: awake she rememhad dreamed about to Santa Clans, and wrote it This was Dear Santa, Claue: There's the matter wttta our cows. something They've got a mortgage on 'em. Only money ran cure 'em. Please oome and cure 'em, so'a we can have Christmas tree. I will be good. Tour hopeful lXROTHY. Then, when father went to town, with the little pony, Bigger, he put the letter Into the post oSlce, only he directed It to Mrs. Bump's brother, Mr Ephralra Gimlet Mr. Gimlet was very much surprised to hear from the Bumps. He had In Stoughton, Wis., boy scouts removed a large number of rocks arid other obstructions from the Lake camp ground so as tQ permit better boating and bathing, to the better satisfaction of the cottagers and campers concerned. A Brooklyn (N. Y.) troop gave up s much anticipated overnight hike and spent their holiday Instead painting and repairing a fence which surrounded church property. " Honolulu scouts have been supporting a French orphan in Paris for four years. Stratford (Cal.) scouts, among other activities found time to build a tennis-court- , plant trees and make other improvements In their local park, helped the American Legion conduct a city clean-umade a point of picking np the glass or nails they saw In the Ke-gon- ea p, streets on their to way school and troop meetings, collected 125 pounds of old clothing for the Near East relief and extinguished a formidable; Are. EXPERTS The Next Day the Carrier Brought a Promising Looking Box. forgotten tha't he had a sister, and that there were a lot of little hopeful Bumps. An old trouble had made him bitter and forgetful, and he had felt more alone In the world than he really was. As he sat again by the firelight, but on a clear and moonlit night, he mused on things past with o new tenderness In his heart and welcomed a new thought that came warmly to him and brought a lovely purpose with It He would play Santa Claus, and give himself the surprise of making others happy I So, the day before Christmas things happened at the Bump house. As Mr. Bump went to the wayside post box he found two letters. One of them made blm sad, for It was from the man who held the mortgage, and It said that the time for payment had come. It meant to Mr. Bump, "your money, or yout cows." But the other letter was from Mr. Gimlet and it made Mr. Bump laugh until he cried, for it was a check for 300, with some kindly, friendly words and good wishes, enough to cure the cows and all the family troubles. The next day the carrier brought a most promising looking big box from Uncle Gimlet, so that the Christmas tree was full of happy surprises for the little folks and a gift or two for the big ones. Mother made a big pie In the dlshpan and the children found out what was In it Dorothy poked a hole through the pasteboard crust and pulled out a maple sugar heart Donald got a red sugar heart. Kenneth got a white sugar heart Edith got a yellow sugar heart. Mother said It was Uncle Gimlet's kind heart tbst had made them all so Then Mr. Gimlet got another letter. - WHAT SCOUTS FIND TO DO. Columbus (O.) scouts have performed It was a round robin from all the Bumps, with the little Bump names and marks upon It too. It made the old barn, farmer Bump had laughed with the happy, rosy children, as the do Jake toiled up the hill with the slid, so that they all might go shouting flown again. They're a Jolly bunch," raid farmer Bump. But that night lh Bumps were holding a consultation. Although the two cows In th barn were bare, yet there, was a The consultation blanket on them. was about that blonket Farmer Bump called It a mortgage and didn't knoV bow he was going to pay It No wonder It was an anxious consultaShort crops and a mortgage! tion. Enough to flatten out even the Bumps ! But while the Bumps were talking things over, tb clldren were having dreams. They had lold nwnke for a while, talking- about the best place to bang up Christmas stockings, and part of the muvwsat'on downtn!rs, he mortgage part, had come up to heir ears. A little of the worry, too. vl com with It, so thnt they fei! deep with a little uneasiness about fcr National CpaacU of the Bof Scout el Anuria.) 0,000 hours of civic service that everybody knows about, not to mention the probable other 5,000 small, Individual "good turns" which aren't done In the public eye, but which stand for good scouting none the less. haiipy. Yes, Mr . Gimlet Was as Rich as Money and Things Can Make a Man. (Conduetad man very happy. He was sitting among a lot of pleasant things that bad been sent in for his Christmas tree, but he was not thinking very much of them. He-sa- t with the letlook In ter In his hand and a fur-of- f his eyes as he thought of the sweet-newof love, nnd felt thnt the best gift that he had received was the happy surprise that he had given to the people on the prairie farm. s "Divinity" Fudge. Boll together two cupfuls of granulated sugar, one cupful of maple sin a, one cupful of water and a tablespoon-fu- l of vinegar until a little of It hardens when dropped In cold water, and then add a tcuspooiiful of vanilla and take from the fire. While this mixture has been cooking, a cupful of grnnn-latesugar should have been put over the fire In another snucepmi, with a of cold water, nnd boiled until the mixture stilus a thrend from the tip of a spoon. This should at this stage tie beaten up with the stiffly whipped whites of two eggs, nnd this stirred Into the first preparation, which should by now hnve cooled slightly. Bent the two hard until they begin to stiffen, when turn In two cupfuls of ohopcd tint kernels. Drop on paper or pour Into pans rod ut In Ihape desired. Delineator. d huif-cupf- 3 r Vol" A 1 - ON "FIRST AID." T- - A - j: - ' Ml jv When a Scout Is Injured In Camp, Any of His "Pals" Know Just What to Do For Him srH Do It LEAVES FOR HONOLULU. James E. Wilder, chief sea scout of he Boy Scouts of America, Inventor of the famous Pine Tree patrol and good scout generally, left recently for the Pacific coast where he will visit all the sea scout bases and Join Doctor Fisher, deputy chief scout executive, and U L. McDonald, director of the camping department. In their conference with various regional leaders, Later, Chief Wilder will visit Honolulu, where he used to be a scout commissioner, and which Is a flourishing center of sea scouting. Ue will bs gone about six months. PRINCE SENDS MESSAGE. . The Prince of Wales, who Is atss the chief scout of Wales and an en tbuslastlc supporter of the movement, sent the following message to Patrol Leaders Mbit and Mooney, who wert chosen for the sntartlc expedition: "Ills Royal Highness pras'very Interested to hear that Sir Ernest Shaekletnn has selected two scouts to go with him In the Quest Pleas convey to Patrol Leader Marr and Patrol Leader Mooney His Royal High, ness congratulations and tell them how lucky he thinks they are to bars been chosen for such a trip." SPEECHES ON FIRE PREVENTION, Scouts all over 4hJ country in the observance of fire prevention day, which In many cases was prolonged to a fire prevention week. In Utlca, N. Y, the scouts were used to make short addresses to the school children on the subject of fire prevention. ALL CITIES NEED BOY SCOUTS Judge Foster, of the United State district court, one of the founders of the New Orleans scout council, sayt no city can afford to be without Iti boy scouts. "I have never come Is touch with a man who bad scout train Inji without finding blm efficient and prond that he had been a scout If every boy could be taughl scouting, we could be assured of t patriotic, virile dtlsenry that wouIJ be a lasting bulwsrk against all en emles from within and without"