The Romantic History ora Pirate Hoard on an Island in the Pacific ■_ ItfujTERNoiii.E Burns Copjr/fA/; /&// />s W. G. Cf/AWAK m f ■ HR good b«rk Hesperus will spread her a bite a mgs at ■ Ragle Harbor. < Wash , la a f«*w * eki and tall aaay *<*roa* the * blue l‘ac:*e iato | the l.‘ »n of the ssoat (aadsatirg rotr.iD<« of at: pirate at ary. Capt J'rcdc- ' - rick Hiekrit. in rvaaaad of the j aesastf. (bias ta be the ealy vu-n la [ off thr world aha keswt the secret of I the biased treasure ai Cnes» Island He pm mm tMa eisaduka to hit the *a*t •«*):! pika adorei by ms rovers ta thr early part of the Last reatury aad hlddew «a the lataad ia a cave, thr raart treaties of ahich has been km aad far ahich adveatanars have aweght la rals for ausr years lie I* otmlfpad stth hydraulic tain trg amchtarry aad ta* sufficient pro • t*«ma la r.adi for a year If aar-, emery aw the Uiaad. ahich Uea :»• ! saWae *M Che weatera roast of Oalral ] America That a erare of former ei { pvdiuawa have proved failures does and discourage Ua The treasure •waster* whe have gas* before have depended apoa pick aad shovel He sin he the Brat prepared to use 1 hydraulic analog method* Rartft j he aaya. have shakes duvrn j thr treaaare care aad { Of Cho 1 eland wash the earth away atth af water p»werfsl t-aoagk to d burs' rocks asuader. of turrews ‘ Vtbao I ratara to the Catted fbkdae' aaya Captain Hockett. 1 shall has* the eettrv Caros Idol treaaare hottmed dtei hea ml k the hatches of the Heaperas* The atary of Cams lslaad makes Re hart l.iinais atssmos'i "Trt*» ifS lataad' ms trao ta ‘xmpartsoe. ao each untpr are the farts of this (he dress* adi sada* ii. highly colored as they are wrawght by the lamgtna «loa of the ooeehst The marreioaa te the days skull at rhetr nestheads. aad plan high •«** (aar * gSclers from boglastug to «sf wflh a fairy wealth at doubloon*. d ors, ansidsens. B . I* tts rrosdfd efdmdes MM fold'd victims % aft the '-leak,. Uro9ze£ aad turbaaed • cU ~4« ivir» over Ike bulwarks cd «»p> * two former unsuccessful expeditions | Captain Hackett was formerly a . whaling skipper. He has been a sea man all bis life. He formerly sailed ' out of St. John’s. Newfoundland, where j be was born and grew to manhood, j For the last ten years he has made j hi* home in Vancouver. British Colutn- ' hia. wtere lie is engaged In the fish ing trade. II- is a bluff, ruddy, beard ed old sea dog. hale and vigorous de spite hia three score years, and full of a boyish enthusiasm over a project ! that has been his one dream for a 'quarter of a century. So many expe ditions to Cocos island have failed to find treasures that Captain Hackett nas had difficulty in raising funds for his present expedition. He 6ucceed | ed in getting together $100,000, and 1 with this sum be has been able to pro | vision his ahip properly for a year's 1 voyage and to take along hydraulic ' mining machinery, in which he is sure lie* the only hope of ever unearthing tbe Cocos island treasure. "I have stood over millions.'' said 1 Captain Hackett recently as he sat by t’>e skylight on the quarter-deck of ti- H-sperus and watched his sailors • ’•sy with final preparations for the expedition "it was not lack of i knowledge that caused me to fall in ' t j two foroer voyages, but lack of . »-q .ipmeat and supplies. I knew after aiy first expedition that picks and veU would not do iu Cocos, and •oat the only chance to get the treas i'E was to tear up the earth with ''reams of water thrown by a hy ‘ draniic mining engine i have the latest hydraulic machinery with me now, and I shall set out with perfect . faith in the successful outcome of my I voyage. ‘ The landslide that now lies on top of tbe treasure, cave probably occurred in tbe middle of the last century dur ing tbe violent earthquakes that shook the western coast of South and Cen tral America. Forest trees have grown ! upon It. and tbe appearance of that part of the island la vastly changed stare the days of Bonlto. Thompson ; and Keating But with my bearings • , and chart and tbe instructions given j me by Keating in many long inter ; views. I believe I can locate within a l I radios of 30 feet tbe spot beneath > which the treasure is buried. “I knew Keating from youth up." > Captain Hackett continued. "He was i a rough, ignorant man who had been a fisherman and a sailor all hia life. I "It was because my brother and 1 i befriended him when most everybody I else looked askance at him that aftet advancing year* made It pretty cer >- tain that he never would be able tc - voyage to Cocos again, he decided tc - divulge his secret to ns. My brothel and I owned the collier. Lord Duffcrin t which was kept busy cruising up anc f down the coasts of Newfoundland anc f New Brunswick. On one of our voy > ages we took Keating with us. Ont (- stormy night as the old man sat bj r the table In tbe cabin over a glass o • stiff grog, he first told us bow to fin< a tbe treasure. He began hia strangi it story with an account of his first vial e to Cocos with Captain Bogue. i “It was a hat day in Jane, he said ■ when be and Bogue landed. The; h struck off through the tropical jungl< with Thompson’s chart to guide them. "The cave, Keat ing said, was 15 feet long by 12 feet broad, with a cell ing high enough to permit a man to stand upright It was full of bars of gold and sacks of money. Many of the sacks bore the stamp of the Bank of IJma. There were many golden cruci fixes, chalices and church ornaments. A statue of the Ma aonna oi soua goiu lay upon mu floor. It was so heavy that Keat ing and Bogue together could not lift it, but could only push it along. The glitter of the piles of gold. Keating said, fairly made him reel and seemed to fill the cave with a ghostly radiance that at first struck hiui with awe. "Bogue and Keating tied a few coins in a handkerchief and rowed back to their ship. They told the sailors they had found a spring of fresh water, but they were so excited with what they had seen that they act ed unnaturally and the crew, may be, had suspicions of the truth, anyway One word led to another, and Bogui and Keating told as little as possible, but it was enough for the crew, who made them promise to go shares. "Right here Keating and Bogue be gan to play their game more shrewd ly. They served out unlimited grog, as If to celebrate treasure trove. Long before right the whole outfit was glori ously drunk except Keating and Bogue. who took care to remain strictly sober. All hands turned in early to sleep off their potations and Be ready to bring the treasure aboard next morning. As soon as they were asleep. Keating and Rogue slipped off to shore in a whale boat. They beached their boat and again made their way to the cave. They tilled their pockets with doub loons and pieces-of-«lgbt and louis d ors. Not satisfied with the money, Bogue, stuffed bar gold into hie sea boots so that he could hardly walk for the weight. In launching the boat. Keating said Bogue went under and was drowned. “Keating," Captain Hackett went on. "escaped to sea witk bis plunder, leav ing the ship to its fate, and the men never were seen or heard of afterward. Four days later he was picked up by a Spanish roasting vessei which land ed him safely near Punta Arenas. He slowly worked his way back to New foundland and deposited much money In the St. John’s bank. “Keating made a second voyage to Cocos island four years later. He told us of this adventure too 1 wrote the tale out afterwards in Keating's own language as nearly as I could re member it.” The first treasure was buried on Cocos island by Benito Bonito a few months before his death in 1821. Bo nito was born in 1788. He waa a Spaniard of supposed gentle blood. His real identity is not known—Benito Bo nito was an assumed name. He be gan his carreer as a lieutenant of n Spanish privateer. At the close of the Napoleonic warm he became mate of a Portuguese trading brig. In 1816 he quarreled with his captain, mur dered him and seised the vessel. From that date he followed the life of n pi rate. One of his first prises taken In West Indian waters was an English slaver named the Lightning. Having cut her out of Matansas, where she was lying at anchor one night, he burned his own brig and, transferring his flag to the British vessel, renamed her the Reiampago, which is Spanish for chain-lightning. Most of the crew of the slaver were made to walk the plank. Two pleaded for their lives and offered to join Bonito. On this condi tion Bonito spared them. These two men were Thompson, known In Cocoa island traditions as “Bugs," and a Frenchman named Chapelle, who also figures later In the story of Cocos is land. In the long, low, rakish Reiampago, which could show a clean pair of heela to anything sailing the Spanish main, Bonito had a busy and prosperoui career as a pirate. From Rio to the Bahamas he became a scourge and col lected an Immense amount of booty , When the Spanish government senl warships to hunt him. Bonito slipped ! around Cape Horn to fresh pastures It the Pacific i The wealth of the churches o : Spanish America Is still considerable but In the early days of the test cen . tury the richness of the plate and or r naments with which they were adorn i ed was mousing. Bonito sacked cltlei and iowns up and down the western coast, pillaging the cathedrals and lav ing tribute upon the citizens. His fame as a cruel and rapacious sea rob ber spread from the Horn to the Span ish settlements in California. In hunt ing for a spot in which to bury his growing treasure, he chanced upon Co cos Island. Cocos island is a volcanic speck in the Pacific ocean and belongs to Costa Rica. It is 300 miles off the Costa Rica coast, 500 miles from Panama, and 5 degrees north of the equator. On the trip to Cocos island destined to be Ronito's last, a number of bis men became dissatisfied. Having row ed their treasure to the cave they gath ered on the beach in sullen temper, and soon came to open mutiny. They were tired of piracy. They demanded that the entire treasure be divided among them and that they be set upon the mainland and permitted to shift for themselves. Bonito refused. A pitched battle was fought with cut lass and pistol, and in the hand-to hand engagement many were killed. Bonito was victorious. With the mu tiny suppressed, bs sailed for the West Indies. Off Valparaiso, some one sug gested a carouse ashore. Bonito gave his consent. Seventeen men were landed and Bonito agreed to lie off and on near a certain headland and wait for them. With the 17 were all that were left of the mutineers, in cluding Thompson and Chapelle. But Bonito proved treacherous. He sailed away and left the recalcitrants to their fate. The 17 were recognized In Val paraiso as pirates and captured. They were convicted and all except Thomp son and Chapelle wer- hanged. Thornp | son and Chapelle escaped by represent | lng that they had been forced into Bo nlto’s service and offered to guide a warship to Bonito’s secret haunts among the West Indian islands. Tha British government was Just then planning a campaign of exter mination against Bonito and hts buc caneers. Sent to England for the pur pose. Thompson and Chapelle guided a British corvette to one of their old chiefs places of refuge in the Cars ribean. Bonito’s ship and crew were raptured, but the grim old sea wolf, seeing ahead the loom of the gibbet on Execution dock, blew out his brains on his own quarter-deck. Of the subsequent fate of Chapelle tittle Is known. Thompson drops out of sight until 1838 when he reappears as Captain Thompson, master of sn English trad ing brig, tbs Mary Dear, which at the opening of the second chapter of the romance of Cocos island was lying in the harbor of Callao, Pent. A revo lution was under way In Peru. Lima, the capital founded hy Ptsarro, was in a state of siege. Just before the be leaguering lines of the revolutionists were drawn about the city, the gov ernment authorities removed the money from the treasury, and from the churches the plate and ornaments dating back to the golden days of the conquest, and sent them for safe keeping to an old stone fortress at Cal lao. Whan tbs revolutionary army learned of the removal of tha treas ure, which was valued at $11,000,000. H marched on Callao with the deter mination of capturing the rich hoard. In this crisis, ths commandant of tha fortress, feeing sn English flag flut tering from the peak of ths Mary Dear, bethought him that under the foldrof the union )ack Lima’s tress 1 ure would be safe. Captain Thompson , gave his eonssnt to ths proposition. • The treasure was soon stowed snugly - under ths Mary Dsar's hatches, and four Perbvlan soldiers wars left on i board to guaid It. The Peruvian authorities, of coarse, did not dream that Captain Thompson, who so bravely flaunted the English flag, had sailed in earlier days under | the Jolly Roger with Benito Bonito's cut-throat crew. But with $11,000,000 battened down in his hold the old law less spirit of his buccanneering days ! flamed up anew in Thompson, and he ] could not resist the temptation to turn i robber again. In tbe night watches he j and his men slit the throats of the guardians of the treasure, slipped their cables and put to sea. Tbe Mary Dear bore up for Cocos island and dropped anchor in Wafer bay. Some portion of the spoil was distributed among the crew. The re mainder Thompson carried in 11 boat loads around the headland wihch sep arates Wafer bay from Chatham bay and there landed it upon tbe beech He sent the boats back to the brig.I keeping two men with him. With their assistance he carried the treasure into the tropical brwsh and stowed It in Benito Bor.lto’s old treasure cave. Then he shot the two men. He spread to the winds every stitch of canvas and headed the brig west ward in a mad hurry to escape pur suit. but before the tall peaks of Co cos island had dropped below the ho rizon a Peruvian gunboat hove ia sight and sent a shot acres his bow. When capture seemed Inevitable. Thompson surrendered. Perhaps his cunning brain foresaw tbe immunity that must be granted to the sole pos sessor of the key to the biding place of millions of dollars At any rate he aad the mate of tbe Mary Dear were spared that they might guide the Peruviana back to the Cocos island treasure. The other ten men of tbo Mary Dear’s crow were strung up at the yard-arm. The warship proceeded to Cocos is land and Thompson and the mate vjre landed under an armed escort. But tho desperado was a man of resource, and he aad the mate contrived to es cape and kept In hiding ia the caves and undergrowth. For four days arm ed parties searched for them through the length and breadth of the Island, pouring volleys Into every piece of thick scrub or likely hiding place. At the end of this time, thinking that perhaps ths fugitives had besa killed by ths broadsides with which tbe Jun gles had been raked, the captain of the gunboat sailed away. The two marooned men eked out a precarious existence on berries and birds' eggs until a vessel called at Co cas for water. Passing themselves off as shipwrecked sailors, they were given passage to the mainland. Tbe mate died soon afterwards of yellow fever at Punts Arenas Thompson es caped. One story has It that he went to Samoa where he lived under the name of MacComber. According to an other tale he made his way to Eng land. Nothing was beard of Thompson again until 1844. when on a voyage from England to Newfoundland he fell in with Keating, who was to become heir to the secret of the Cocos island treasure. Soon after Thompson had confided his secret to Keating he died. His death aroused no suspicion at the time, but long afterwards in tbe light of events Keating was suspected of having murdered him. Keating took over Thompson's effects, including his map of Cocos Island. By Thompson's death. Keating became ths sole pos sessor In all ths world of ths secret of the Cocos Island treasure. How Keat ing lifted the treasure on two voyages to ths island already haa been told. oar fruits. This little Mead Is oae of the i man art sad oae of the haad sasMs of the great family of beetles, aad oae with which most of as made whes It was an afire, thes is that earhset ryrtogaiT> of ksew ledge. ' JJr-f» ■ - ' ' body. The little beetle is of the fam ily Cocclnellldae, a small, hemtapber leal beetle, red or yellow backed, with white, red or yellow spots. It Is also called lady bird as well as lady bg The Australian lady hag was Im ported Into California for the pm pose of eontrolftag the ravages of the cot tony. cushiony scale. The larvae of lady bog are brightly spotted worms we tad crawling on plants la osr gar dents that are infested with lies. The Bttls basils Is to bs eneoursgsd even hem far the food that ft esa da, as it la likely to prove a meet beneficial Insect to the gardener and orchardist. One of the relatives of this pretty little beetle, for which no words of commendation can be spoken. Is the Colorado beetle, or potato bug. which, within half a century, has made a dis tinctly bad reputation for Itself. Its original home was In the Rocky moun tains, where H lived until IMS. when It became a traveler, with a developed taste for potato vines. It reached the Atlantic coast II yean later, and it sow to be found pretty well over the world. This is s yellow betUe. with hfrrtr stripes, befitting Its conduct ss n convicted criminal. It does not con fine Its diet to potato vines, but eats other plants of the aolanum family with relish, ft is especially fond of egg plant and consumes the bitter sweet with aridity. The remale lays Its orange-colored eggs, about the also of mustard seed, la flat groups on the under side of a leaf, and one of the things that pusale the amateur gardener la how she manages to lay them upward. Thrane’s Emergency Call By A. MARIA CRAWFORD (Copyriabl, 1911, by Associated Literary Pmi.) Tbe telephone bell rang Insistently and Dr. Marshall Thrane threw down a book on abdominal surgery and turned indifferently to tbe instru ment “Yes, this is Dr. Thrane. Automo bile accident? Call Dr. Gates. 1 am1 very busy.” Thrane loved nis profession and the lie about being busy was his flrst act of disloyalty. Although a young man of thirty, be was considered the lead ing surgeon, certainly the most suc cessful one, in the city. On this particular evening be was not disposed to help humanity, for the world had gone wrong and tho bitter ness of his first sorrow had made him morose and sullen. His engagement to the beautiful Eileen Hunt, three months before, had made him su premely happy. She seemed possessed of the tact and democratic attitude toward tbe masses that go to make a successful and helpful wife for a pro fessional man. The quarrel had oc curred two days before. They had gone to the country club for dinner and he had thought to him self at the table that the girl had been blessed with every feminine attrac tion of beauty and charm. And now within two months of their wedding day, they bad quarreled. Over wffat? Dr. Thrane closed bis eyes and for the hundredth time tried to recall the exact conversation. They had been discussing love. The topic was natural, for there had been a full moon shining on the river be fore the clubhouse and the soft strains of the waits from Salome had reached them from the baMrootn. What was H he had said? Some thing about tbe moon malting a man say foolish things, be remembered. Then she had grown strangely quiet and when be tried to penetrate her silence and learn the cause, she had told him that probably he bad been foolish when be proposed to her; It was moonlight then, she reminded him coolly. All his protestations to -For Me—Na»r the contrary proved vain and useless. He had made the remark because he believed H te be a true statement and she had fortunately been clever enough and quick enough te see that he hoped U would be taken as a per sonal intimation of his attitude to ward her. Argument was plainly useless and in a great and over whelming silence they motored home at high speed, ignoring the beauty of the night and the voiceless things that breathed of love through the fragrant darkness. Two days had passed slowly. He was too proud to make advances when he had been innocent of her charge against him. He hed proven his love in every known way and he concluded that she was evidently grasping at any petty reason as an excuse tor breaking her engagement to Mm. Again the telephone rang sharply and Dr. Thrane answered. “Tee, this is Dr. Thrane. . . Who wants me? The people hurt in the automobile accident? . Who arc they? ... I will be there in live minutes." Somebody at the Hunts had been hurt. He summoned his sleepy chauf feur and was soon on the way. a rear growing In his heart that It might be Eileen. How would she receive him? Would she speak? A dozen questions presented themselves as be hurried on to his patlnt. It was more than prob able that her toother Bob had been injured He hurried up the steps and found Mr Hunt holding open the door His worst fears were confirmed when the older man said. “Come In. Marshall. Eileen was thrown from a car. Stu fainted, but I think they have brought her around.” “Eileen wanted us to send for Dr Gates, but of course we didn’t want tc (take any chances, for we didn't know how badly she might be hurt, so I had them telephone for you. Marshall.” “This is no time for personal feel fng." said the young surgeon sternly, his heart aching at sight of the girl's white face and twitching bands. “Some hot water, please." “My ankle Is hurt, Marshall.” said the girl. "Ail right. I’ll make you comfort able in a few minutes.” he assured her as be dropped a tablet Into a tiny glass of hot water. “Close your eyes.” he ordered as be sat down beside her and pushed back the sleeve from her round, white arm. "1 will stay with her for a while, Mrs. Hunt Go and get some rest," be told her mother when be had bound up tbe girl’s sprained ankle and mads her forget her pain. While Eileen slept Thrane idly picked up a magazine on a table near him. It fell open where a telegram had been thrust in. The words on the yellow slip seemed to leap into the mind of the man against hts will. It was addressed to Eileen Hunt "Ex pect to sail for Japan the first Can you go with me? Wire at once. Tom." Thrane looked at the girl, then back again at the telltale slip of pa per. She bad precipitated their quar rel because it was necessary to find some excuse for breaking her engage ment to him. Who was Tom? At tbe same time that Eileen wak ened. her mother came in, thanking Thrane profusely for allowing her a few hours of sleep. The young sur geon was merely professionally cour teous when he declared that it was nothing more thap he should have done under the circumstances His quiet acceptance of changed conditions hurt tbe girl’s pride. She had had a sufficient amount of time hi which to regret her folly and she was ready for Thrane to pave a pleasant way for her confession, but the young surgeon came and went dally, coolly, impersonally profes sional. It was late Sunday afternoon when Thrane came in to see Eileen. It had been a strenuous day for him and he dropped into a chair and sat silent, unmindful of the efforts of callers to Interest him in tbe general conversa tion. In a short time he rose to go and Eileen beckoned to him. "I want you to wait until these people go, please. 1 have something for you. it in your birthday, you know." “All right,” he said, “provided you won’t open up the wound. U’s too fresh a hurt and always will be for that matter te bear any unnecessary probing." “I promise.” she answered lightly, “not to hurt." When they were alone, he moved bis chair so that he could watch her lace in the light from the west win dow. She was going to tell him about Tom and her trip to Japan, he re flected. and braced himself for the ordeal. “I had this made tor you, Mar shall.” she said, and slipped a velvet case toward him along the arm of her invalid chair. He opened it and there was a locket set with diamonds. “For me—now?” he asked, wonder ingly. “Yes. open it.” she commanded. He pressed the spring and her own face smiled np at him. “Is this rosemary—for remem brance?” * “Oh. Marshall, can’t you understand? Don't you see?" cried the girl seeing the shadow on his face. He looked up then and stumbled toward her blindly. “What does It mean?” he urged. “I've suffered enough. Eileen.” Her arms went round him at sight of his pain. “It means that 1—that I can’t give you up." “But what about Tom and Japan?” he questioned, afraid of his new happi ness. “How did yon know about that?” “I read tbe telegram tbe night yon were hurt 1 opened a magazine and the words on the blank lust Sashed up at me. I didn’t mean to read.” “Tom was my chum at college. She was named for her father." "How 1 have bated the poor inno cent!” laughed the man all weariness of the flesh dissipated by his changed spirit “This week bas been terrible, Mar shall. I wanted to die.” “When anybody wants to die. sweetheart.” said Thrane happily, “It is better not to put in an emergency call for me.” Finding a Home For every life a cat has there seems a way to Bod the animal a good home One of the ways was sprung on a po liceman who patrolled Ninety-seventh street the other morning at daybreak In a basement area he noticed a tightly sealed willow basket bobbing up and down, apparently of Its own volition In front of a basement door. “Baby." grunted the policeman, al though even he could not see how a baby ""«» enough to go Into tbe basket could cause such violent com motion. Cautiously he raised the cor aer of the lid and saw not a baby, but neat Accompanying the cat was a note. “Please give Ethdbert a good home Ho la a fine mouser We are leaving town and cannot take him." The pTrl*^*"**” aroused' the cook. “It's up to you," said the officer “Ethelbert is a fine looker and he be haves like a gentleman. Do you want him?" “We will keep him." said tbe house keeper, “but what a funny way to dis pose of a cat Why didn’t they give him away or sell him If they didn’t want to turn -him adrift?" “I guess," said the policeman, “they thought he’d find a better home this way." Films of New York. With fifteen manufacturers of no tion pictures actively engaged la business la New York. It remained for a Philadelphia concern to send a troupe to the dty to photograph bits of New York scenes la response te the demand from the out-of-town exhibi tors. New York sights are so familiar to New Yorkers that they fail to real ise that the man In Grand Neb., never has seen the famous sky Mne or the Bast River bridges, so the troupe from Philadelphia Is lust now adding comedy to the sights, to the huge delight of the small boys, who are quick to recognise their friends tram the “movies” In flesh sad blood.