Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-11-01
NO. 263.
Gales ano Skettbes.


CONTINUED from Yesterday
II don't think much of the other half,
whatever it may be-" said Tom, doubtful
ly. "He's never particularly amiable
but this evening he does seem to have his
knife into me uncommon"
Never mind, DEAR" replied Bessie,
1--WE don't take any notice Of what he
says, and you mustn't either. Have lit
tie of mothers homemade raspberry jam
and think no more about it. This Is the
first pot of last years making, brought
out expressly in honor of you"
Thank you ma'am; since yonr so
pressing, don't mind If I do.'
But scarcely had he taken mouthful
when he grew suddenly pale, his lower
jaw dropped. and he remained gazing fix
edly at the jampot as if spell-bound.
Good gracious, Tom," said Bessie,
whatever is the matter? Are you i'll ?''
Don't say it is black BEETLE" said
Mrs. Moyse, peering anxiously into the
jam-pot. But there was nothing there to
cause Toms emotion.
mo, don't; it's nothing; I shall be all
right directly" gasped Tom. It's the
five hundred pounds"
Mrs. Moyse and Bessie looked at him
as If he had taken leave Of his senses.
Uncle Keckwidge murmured dincoherently
Five hundred terrier dogs with one eye,
answers to the name Of Bob," and re-
lapsed into vacancy.
But Tom did not long continue in his
mOmentary condition of bewilderment.
He pulled out the rough draft of the ad-
vertisement, which was still in his pocket,
and began to compare the names Of the
parties to the deed, as there mentioned,
with piece OF parchment which had COW
cred the jam pot, and which now lay up
side down upon the table.
"Ralph Howard and Frederick Pollock,
Thomas Burt and Sydney Forrest Dysart,
William Henry Austin. Yes, the very
names Mrs. Moyse. I've found the miss
ing deed, or at least piece Of 1t; and
now, if we trace the rest, our fortunes
made.'
"You don't mean that dirty old piece of
sheepskin that lay about here for ever so
long, and that l took to cover my jam-pots?
Good gracious!''
"Mrs. Moyse, that dirty old piece of
parchment is worth five hundred pounds!
But where'e the rest of IL? For heavens
sake don't say it it is distroyedr'
''It's all cut up, at any rate, said Mrs.
Moyse, fiinging open her. cupboard.
There's two dozen pots there, and they
have each got q piece Of it. That pot was
the first one opened. And rather think"
-rummaging in the cupboard-"yes, here
it is Il rather think this is all the rest of
lit.n
1t was an anxious moment. The mutt
lated paechment was spread out, the pots
uncovered, and the circular fragments re-
stored, though with some difiiculty, each
to its proper place. At last the task was
finished, and not the smallest part was
missing.
Mrs. Moyse's possession of the deed
was easily accounted for. When Messrs.
Sharp & Floyd had removed from Chan
Gerry lane, . quantity Of old papers, which
was regarded as out of date and useless,
had been swept into the corner for the
dust-man, The deed in question had, by
some accident, got among them; and Mrs.
Moyse, observing that it was parchment,
and being careful housekeeper, picked it
up and laid it aside for the purpose for
which she afterwards used it.
The particulars were communicated to
Tom while Bessie brushed his hat and
generally got him ready (for excitement
had made him quite helpless) to 60 OF to
Mr.. Sharp's private house 1T once to claim
the reward. Everybody appeared to have
a vague kind Of impression that it was all
a dream, and that they had better secure
the reward before they woke up. With
the deed carefully wr.pped in paper and
toned coat. Tom hurried to Mr.. Sharpe's.
and hot and painting, began to tell his
story. No sooner, however. had MIR.
Sharpe comprehended the main fact that
Il
of its absolute identity. than he stopped
Tom short in his narrative.
''Thatll do for the present." said he;
lyon shall tell me the rest as we 60 to
Mr., Morpeth's."
A hanson was called, and the pair were
quickly at Mr.. Morpeth's house.
"Is your master inp'' inquired Mr..
Sharpe.
"Yes, SIR" said the foetman; ''but he
is just sitting down to dinner"
II must see him, Notwithstanding. said
Mr. Sharpe. kindly take him my card
tell him my business is urgent"
The man complied, and q moment later
Mr.. Morpeth threw open the dining room
door.
"Walk in, Mr.. Sharpe. All! you have
good news! | see it in your face! The
deed is found?"
"Yes, sir; am happy to say it is. and
! congratulate you with all my heart;
and you, too. my dear Mrs. Morpeth )"
addressing fair-faecd, gentle-looking
lady, who was seated at the head Of the
table.
1T is really found at last, is it?" said
she. "Oh, what a relief! Then there
will be no need for me to appear in that
dreadful court ?'
"Not the slightest need indeed, may
almost say that the deed puts an end TO
the suit. The plaintiffs haven't leg to
stand on
"But where. when, how was it foundf'
inquired Mr.. Morpeth.
"Here is the fortunate finder. He had
. better tell his own story y said Mr., Sharpe.
. .'for rs soon as realized that the deed
was actually found. brought him here u
once, aud scarcely know the particulars
OF that myself"
Tom told his story and produced the
dead. receiving the hosrtiest commando