Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 31 THE TREASURE QUILT LD Mr. Warren sighed as the auctioneer called for bids on an old morris chair that had belonged to Matilda Ames. Poor Matilda! How she loved to sit and gossip in that old chair. Wonder if that old quilt of her father's room is gone that she used to be so careful about. H-m! She told me a story about that quilt, how it was supposed to bring good luck to anyone- who possessed it. Well, he had had good luck, so had Matilda until illness marred her later years. I need a little good luck myself with only forty-five cents in my pocket. Guess I'll look around a bit. Well, well! If there ain't Matilda's quilt now! The auctioneer held up an old pink quilt, which might have seen one hundred years' service. What'll you give me for this quilt? asked the auctioneer in his most engaging tone. Ten cents ! cried a small voice from the rear of the crowd. Ten cents! Who'll give me fifteen, who'll give me twenty ? Twenty-five cents! cried Mr. Warren in an excited voice. Twenty-five cents. Who'll give me thirty? Come, come! Who'll give me thirty? No one? All right. Once! Twice! Sold to Mr. Cyrus Warren. Cyrus rushed to the front and took the quilt. After paying his twenty-five cents and receiving many playful jests from his friends, he started for his ramshackled old house on the out- skirts of the town, with the quilt under his arm. Several weeks later, Cyrus was sitting by the stove, tearing the quilt to pieces. Upon arising that morning he had thrown the quilt over the foot of his old cot bed, after dressing, he had pulled the quilt from the cot, and in doing so had caught it on a nail. The quilt was torn in a large, three-cornered tear. Cyrus was discouraged. It was useless to try to mend it, so he decided to tear it to pieces and use the inside for nests. While taking out the stitching, he discovered a piece of oil cloth. Now what's that in there for? he said aloud. Mr. Warren continued to take out the stitching. When he finished, he found that the piece of oil cloth was wrapped many times around a sheet of foolscap. Goodness! there is writing on it! exclaimed Mr. Warren, trembling. The man read it, dropped on his knees, and whis- pered, Thank God, luck has come my way at last! The in- scription read as follows: To whomever finds this piece of foolscap: Beneath the Old MacIntosh in McAdams' apple orchard, you will find a buried treasure. If you don't find it the first time, try, try again. Henry John McAdams. Henry McAdams was Matilda's father. When Cyrus realized that it wasn't a dream, he grabbed a spade and rushed out of the house to the old apple orchard. He dug for about an hour, with a moment's rest now and then. Hark! What was that? It sounded like metal striking metal!

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