Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 15: what you’re looking at

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8, BONNY JEAN. the sound o’ heavy breathin’—look, boy! Be sure, for I’m goin’ to tell you where to find this buried treasure. It’s a brave lot, Philip, and maybe you'll think my mind's a wanderin’ when I tell you all. It is—bend your head and listen—closer ! that’s right—it is a hull chist 0’ gold and jewels.” | “Mr, Conway !” —€€ Philip—I’m a dyin’. Do you think that old Conway, who's always led a upright, honest life, on the square, would tell you a base /ze on his death-bed? I repeat it, Philip Randall, it’s a chist—an iron-bound chist—full o’ gold and shinin’ jewels— and it’s buried away under ground. Listen. On the banks o’ the Tangipahoa, Philip, a mile below Lee’s Landin’, near the lake swamp, youll find, jist about high water mark, five gum trees growin’ ina circle. One has a big cross cut into its bark ; dig down under that tree, Phil, and there you'll find it. It’s for my child, and my curse—the curse of the dyin—rest upon whoever touches it that hain’t got no right to doit. It belongs to Jean, and Jean’s husband, Philip.” The old man’s voice was very faint now, and his eyes were glazing rapidly. ‘¢ You'll promise to do as I ask you?” The young man bowed his head. **] promise,” he answered, solemnly. **God bless you !” For a time a heavy silence brooded over all things. Then suddenly Philip Randall sprang to his feet. “Mrs. Conway!” he criedaloud. ‘‘ They have come—your wife—and Jean,” - But the dull eyes saw not, the deaf ears scarce comprehended, as in through the open door-way two women, all travel-stained and splashed with mud and water, rushed wildly, and fell upon _their knees beside the bed. Old David could no longer see them, but his lips moved slowly. | . ‘“God bless my poor wife!” he murmured, faintly. ‘‘ God bless my little gal! Jean!” (Eo) =) Eomicbooks