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was designated by a document left by a British officer, but permission 

 was denied him. 



We got into the pit and crawled under the tree, but only a little 

 snail that was interested in growing a "lip" on its fragile shell was 

 observed and it knew nothing of buried sovereigns. A most sug- 

 gestive plant tangles in great profusion over this pit and around the 

 tree, for what could more appropriately cover the money gained by a 

 soldier than the long and limp branches and blood red berries of the 

 de. idly night shade! 



A CENTUEY HENCE. 



BY LEO C. EVANS. 



" For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, 



Saw the vision of the" Island "and all the wonder that would be." 



GENTLE EEADEK, as an old essayist might say, let me slip my 

 arm into thine. 'Tis an ancient trick of confidence operators, I 

 am told, and in good truth I shall be for this once, in a sense neither 

 unprofitable to you nor dishonorable to myself, a confidence opera- 

 tor. I wish you to accompany me on a journey into the future — a 

 wonderland greater than Alice ever explored in her wanderings. 



You must follow whither I lead — through green lanes, if any there 

 be, by well-kept lawns, and up and down the thronged streets where 

 busy men do ply their trades and the coins jingle in the counting- 

 rooms. But do not, I pray you, ask the reasons for the marvelous 

 sights you may behold, for we are not to be students of people and 

 places, but observers rather, with only a little time at our disposal 

 and much to crowd into that time. 



'Tis a century hence. Perhaps there are those of ken greater than 

 mine, for I am but a roving scribe, with a commission to write up 

 the world and a lifetime, whether it be long or brief, wherein to ac- 

 quit myself of the task. I shall fye modest, therefore, and I shall not 



