Twice Told Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 524 pages of information about Twice Told Tales.

Twice Told Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 524 pages of information about Twice Told Tales.

By this time, Peter, being as determined as fate and as diligent as time, had made an end with the uppermost regions and got down to the second story, where he was busy in one of the front chambers.  It had formerly been the state-bedchamber, and was honored by tradition as the sleeping-apartment of Governor Dudley and many other eminent guests.  The furniture was gone.  There were remnants of faded and tattered paper-hangings, but larger spaces of bare wall ornamented with charcoal sketches, chiefly of people’s heads in profile.  These being specimens of Peter’s youthful genius, it went more to his heart to obliterate them than if they had been pictures on a church wall by Michael Angelo.  One sketch, however, and that the best one, affected him differently.  It represented a ragged man partly supporting himself on a spade and bending his lean body over a hole in the earth, with one hand extended to grasp something that he had found.  But close behind him, with a fiendish laugh on his features, appeared a figure with horns, a tufted tail and a cloven hoof.

“Avaunt, Satan!” cried Peter.  “The man shall have his gold.”  Uplifting his axe, he hit the horned gentleman such a blow on the head as not only demolished him, but the treasure-seeker also, and caused the whole scene to vanish like magic.  Moreover, his axe broke quite through the plaster and laths and discovered a cavity.

“Mercy on us, Mr. Peter!  Are you quarrelling with the Old Scratch?” said Tabitha, who was seeking some fuel to put under the dinner-pot.

Without answering the old woman, Peter broke down a further space of the wall, and laid open a small closet or cupboard on one side of the fireplace, about breast-high from the ground.  It contained nothing but a brass lamp covered with verdigris, and a dusty piece of parchment.  While Peter inspected the latter, Tabitha seized the lamp and began to rub it with her apron.

“There is no use in rubbing it, Tabitha,” said Peter.  “It is not Aladdin’s lamp, though I take it to be a token of as much luck.  Look here, Tabby!”

Tabitha took the parchment and held it close to her nose, which was saddled with a pair of iron-bound spectacles.  But no sooner had she begun to puzzle over it than she burst into a chuckling laugh, holding both her hands against her sides.

“You can’t make a fool of the old woman,” cried she.  “This is your own handwriting, Mr. Peter, the same as in the letter you sent me from Mexico.”

“There is certainly a considerable resemblance,” said Peter, again examining the parchment.  “But you know yourself, Tabby, that this closet must have been plastered up before you came to the house or I came into the world.  No; this is old Peter Goldthwaite’s writing.  These columns of pounds, shillings and pence are his figures, denoting the amount of the treasure, and this, at the bottom, is doubtless a reference to the place of concealment.  But the ink has either faded or peeled off, so that it is absolutely illegible.  What a pity!”

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