HOW JACK WENT FOR HIS TREASURE.
IN the forenoon of the following day Annie Felton dismissed her little
school half an hour earlier than she was accustomed to do, and went to
her Aunt Chatford’s house, to dine with her relatives and prepare for
the long afternoon’s ride. She was greatly surprised when told that Jack
was not to accompany her.
“Did Uncle Chatford speak to him about it?” she inquired of her aunt.
“Yes, but for some reason he didn’t seem inclined to go. That just
suited Moses; he was glad enough of the chance.”
“Jack has found a half-dollar, and it has just about turned his head,”
remarked Mrs. Pipkin.
“A half-dollar?” repeated Annie, wondering if such a trifle could indeed
have so affected her young friend. No, she could not believe it. Then
why had he willingly let slip an opportunity which she had thought he
would be eager to seize?
Soon the men and boys came in to dinner,—Moses in high spirits, and with
his Sunday clothes on; Jack jealous and unhappy.
“Why didn’t I leave _that_ till another Sunday? or get it one of these
moonlight nights?” he said to smile, and moved her lips with some sweet,
inaudible meaning as she passed him; but Moses, good fellow though he
was, cast upon him a look of contempt, and flourished his whip, driving
proudly away beside his beautiful cousin.
[Illustration: “IT’S A GREAT SECRET.”]
Jack, much as he thought of his hidden treasure, now for the first time
in his life felt the utter worthlessness of money compared with the
good-will and companionship of those we love,—a truth which it takes
some of us all our lives to discover.
The sight of Annie Felton always stirred the nobler part of his nature;
and now, going back to the house, he began to blame himself for having
taken hitherto a purely selfish view of his treasure.
“All I’ve thought of has been just the good it was going to do _me_!”
And he said to himself that he didn’t deserve the good fortune that had
befallen him. Now to bestow it all upon her he felt would be his
greatest happiness.
“And give some to you, precious little Kate!” was his second thought, as
the gay little creature came running with Lion to meet him. In like
manner his benevolence overflowed to all,—even to sharp-tongued Mrs.
Pipkin,—after Annie Felton had stirred the fountain.
Twenty-four hours seemed long to wait. But the time for securing his
treasure at last came round. He walked to church in the morning with
Phin and Mr. Pipkin, but, without saying a word to anybody of his
intentions, he at noon came home alone across the fields. He found, as
he expected, Mrs. Chatford keeping house.
“Why, Jack!” said she, “why didn’t you stay to Sunday school and the
afternoon services?”
“Don’t you want to go this afternoon?” replied Jack, evasively. “There
will be some of the neighbors riding by, who will carry you. I’ll take
care of the house.”
“You are very kind to think of me,” she said. “But I don’t think of
going. You’d better eat your luncheon, and go right back.”
Jack longed to tell her everything on the spot, but feared she might
disapprove of his going to bring home the treasure on the Sabbath.
“After all’s over, then she’ll say I did right,” thought he. So he
remarked, carelessly, “There’s a new minister to-day; I don’t like him
very well. I guess I’ll go over and see Aunt Patsy a little while this
afternoon.”
“If you do, I’ll send a loaf of bread and one of the pies we baked
yesterday,” said Mrs. Chatford.
This was what Jack expected; and it gave him an excuse for carrying a
basket. He took off his Sunday clothes, putting on an every-day suit in
their place, lunched, and soon after started with Lion. He made a brief
visit to the poor woman, and then set out for home by way of the woods.
On the edge of Aunt Patsy’s wood-lot he paused and looked carefully all
about him. Not a human being was in sight. A Sabbath stillness reigned
over all the sunlit fields and shadowy woods. There were Squire
Peternot’s cattle feeding quietly in the pasture. A hawk was sailing
silently high overhead. As he turned and walked on, two or three
squirrels, gray and black, ran along the ground, disappearing around the
trunks of trees to reappear in the rustling tops, and it was all he
could do to keep Lion still.
“Look here, old fellow!” said he, “remember, you are not to bark
to-day!”
From Aunt Patsy’s wood-lot he entered the squire’s, stepping over a
dilapidated fence of poles and brush. The snapping of the decayed
branches broke the silence; then, as he listened, he heard, far off, the
bells for the afternoon service begin to ring. It was a strange sound,
in that wildwood solitude, so shadowy and cool, and full of the fresh
odors of moss and fern.
The bells were still ringing, and their faint, slow, solemn toll filled
Jack’s heart with an indefinable feeling of guilt as he reached the log
where his treasure was, and reflected upon the very worldly business
that brought him there.
He did not reflect long,—he was too eager for the exciting work before
him. Having walked on to the farther edge of the woods, to see that
nobody was approaching from that direction, he returned, and began to
pull out the sticks which he had stuffed into the end of the log.
“Everything’s just as I left it, so far,” thought he. “Wonder if my
money-chest will dodge a fellow, like old Daddy Cobb’s!”
The opening clear, he put on an old brown frock which he had brought in
the basket, laid his hat and coat on the ground, told Lion to watch
them, and entered the log headforemost. The treasure, too, was where he
had left it. His body stopped the cavity so that he could see nothing in
its depths, but his groping hand felt the little trunk and the coin that
had fallen out of its broken end.
“I’ll take this loose money out of the way first,” thought he; “then
maybe I can move the trunk.”
He had nothing but his pockets to put the coin into, and those his frock
covered. “I’ll find something better,” thought he. Backing out of the
log, he pulled off his shoes, and re-entered with one of them in his
hand. This he filled with all the half-dollars he could find about the
end of the trunk, which he then tried to move.
“It’s stuck in a heap of rotten stuff here,” he muttered, “and I shall
break it more if I pull hard on it.” So he resolved to empty it where it
was.
He was half-way out of the log, bringing after him his shoe freighted
with coin, when he was startled by a sudden bark from Lion. Leaving his
shoe, he tumbled himself out upon the ground in fearful haste, to find a
stray calf in the bushes the innocent cause of alarm. For keeping guard
too faithfully poor Lion got a box on the ear.
After waiting awhile, to see if anything more dangerous than the calf
was nigh, Jack brought out his shoe, poured its rattling contents into
the basket, which he covered with his coat, and then went back into the
log. This time he took both shoes in with him, which he filled, and
emptied one after the other into the basket. Another journey, another,
and still another, and he began to think there was more coin than he
could carry home.
“I can get it away from here, though, so nobody can tell on whose land I
found it,”—which he seemed to think a very important point to gain.
“I’ll leave the little trunk where it is,—only take out the money.”
He had gone into the log for the last time, and got the last of the
money, filling both shoes quite full, and was bringing them out with
him,—he had actually got them out, leaving one at the entrance to the
opening, and holding the other in his hands,—when Lion, notwithstanding
his previous punishment, uttered a very low, suppressed growl.
Jack looked up from under his tumbled hair, and there, not three yards
distant, with his horn-headed cane, regarding with grim amazement the
boy and his shoes full of coin, stood Squire Peternot!
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