The Romantic History ora
Pirate Hoard on an Island
in the Pacific
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- 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> *<H Hip* aad iay about theta
with nUi-» sad <rKMt ptstel sea
i (jst Wf nai oe at yard-arms,
toes* ate racked Sid ioo’ed. trea*el*
orr Nt te s-hsf I* their tala 1* line
awd •uabfcr 1» caa ers afaoat a lonely
Idwd. palm shades ad la tropic ar*s.
Wrm has. btftod a tr rasa re heyosd
tar l»viat d Id cam Crist* It Hags
*itk the (btk of battle oa thr Uiaad
hr aches and with the death cries of the
ear* aoifsrtd that they tn*gl t never
Wtej Ch* treasure's wml hiding
place Bu!(f It hands dowa from the
lirel the of raaiMt to prosaic
ndhn days a great goldoa irystery
• kxV Mkr a siren brkoawt through
tho years from parple souther* veaa
haa loved aeaa la rate sad death
Umlat ta wetl aatheaflcated ae
coasts, ttt Md.dto la pirate treaaurr
.god ta massy, bathos snf
L U oapposod to have U-eu bidder
•a lift If Vlealts Berlin the list at
pirate* a bo ev< a after l a
aaay. kfp aHva spot
1_ Uarlaaa tradii tows p
IM l ftarre U Ora ad. Ittb
L_ lUoklsa aad Hk
Hoary
111.MS CM te vail
to rawnaalsd la the taw
case la Id by "Hog*" Thompson
wo ef htsKi i *dd ptra'e crow. *a<
■oiled aaay w’.th the troasoro froc
tho harbor of Callao shea the go*
viiavd asdacri.iea of f*era estimate)
It aferwrd hta eearet to save it fro*
the pwhhc taaaaury »
from I era miaeo. pUti
and reldea saa
:o tr rtv'cho# aad n
L__ lefUma
Harhett 1a (earth la »bi
tho royal Use c
of the g.*d*w aocret «
mrmi 1
X F-. named Keating, with full dl
rectlor:# how to find the treasure.
Thompson died under mysterious cir
cumstances a tittle later and the
suspicion grew that Keating killed
him. However that may be. Keating
sailed to Cocos island in 1844 with
Captain licgue. a seaman of sufficient
means to finance the expedition. They
fouul the treasure, but Bogue never
retomed Keatl. g said he was
drowned in the sutf while attempting
to climb into a boat with hU boots
and rofkci* Huffed with gold. It is
g--:.«:a!'y t-Mered that Keating mur
dered him
Keating ma.ie a second visit to the
island four years later and again
found the treasure. !u both trips he
i supposed to have brought away gold
and jewels to the value of $150,000.
He was prevented from recovering the
entire treasure by mutinous crews on
both voyages Keating and Bogue are •
the only men. so far as is known, who I
ever recovered treasure from Cocos j
island.
Keating parted his secret on to the 1
Hackett brothers, both seamen and his j
neighbors in St John's. Keating had j
lost or destroyed the chart which he :
had obtained from Thompson. But he :
drew another chart which he gave to j
tbe Hat-ketts with explicit instructions j
bow to find the cave. Keating died in '
IkfcS and Capt. Thomas Hackett. the j
elder brother, sailed in 1885 on an ex- j
(sedition bound for Cocos, but the voy- j
age ended with his death in Havana j
from yellow fever.
Capt. Frederick Hackett. who is j
about to undertake tbe latest Cocos ,
.--isad treasure bunt, has himself made >
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.
