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to one thousand one classic short stories and tales. This is your host John Haggadorn. Today a great story from O Henry called Buried Treasure. And now our story.

There are many kinds of fools.

Now while everybody please sit still until they're called upon specifically to rise.

I had been every kind of fool except one. I had expended my patrimony, pretended my matrimony, played

poker, lawn tennis, and bucket shops, parted soon with my money in many ways, but they remained one rule of the wearer of

cap and bells that I had not played. That was the seeker after buried treasure.

To few just a delectable furor come, but of all the would-be followers in the hoof prince of King Midas,

none has found a pursuit so rich and pleasurable promise.

But, going back from my theme a while, as lame pens must do, I was a fool of the sentimental

soft. I saw May Martha Mangum and was hers. She was 18, the color of the white ivory keys of a new piano, beautiful

and possessed by the exquisite solemnity and pathetic witchery of an unsophisticated angel doomed to live in a small, dull Texas prairie town.

She had a spirit and charm that could have enabled her to pluck rubies like raspberries

from the crown of Belgium or any other sporty kingdom but she did not know it and I did not paint the picture for her.

You see I wanted May Martha Mangum for it to have and to hold. I wanted her to abide with me and put my slippers and pipe away every day in places where they cannot be found of evenings. May Martha's father

was a man hidden behind whiskers and spectacles. He lived for bugs

and butterflies and all insects that fly or crawl or buzz or get down your back or in

the butter. He was an etymology or words to that effect. He spent his life

saining the air for flying fish of the June bug order and then sticking pins through

him and calling him names.

He and May Martha were the whole family.

He prized her highly as a fine specimen of the Rassivus Humanis because she saw that he had

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