Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1884-05-21

OF the Tall building where She worked.
They walked home together, and
Charlie, of course, spoke of the miss
ing deed.
They amused themselves with dis
cussing what they would do with the
reward, supposing they should find
the important document, and were
talking in this ridiculous strain when
they reached Madge's home.
"Tea is ready" said Mrs. Bevan,
greeting Charlie kindly, "and I've
opened jar of my homemade straw
berry-jelly just for your benefit
While Mrs. Beyan poured out the
tea, he removed the cover of the jelly
jar. Suddenly he turned pale, his low
er jaw dropped, and he sat gazing fix
edly at the jelly-jar like one spell
bound.
"Are you ill, Charlie?" cried Madge,
sprnging to her feet.
"You haven't come upon one of
those nasty black beetles?' calculated
Mrs. Bevan, suspending the teapot in
mid-air.
"No, no" gaspel Charlie, after a
time. "lt's nothing shall be all
right directly. -it's-the five
thousand dollars"
He seized the part of parchment that
had covered the jelly-iar, and bending
over it, began to decipher the written
characters upon it.
"Witness this, my hand-Andrew
Sharp-witnessH" he muttered; and
then raised his head and turned to
Malge, who was bending over his
chair, with a glad light in his blue
eyes. Tve found it, dear" he cried.
"Whatp"
"A part of the missing deed; and
now if we can trace the rest" he cried,
eXcitedly, sour fortunes made"
"Mercy on us" gasped Madge, be-
ginning to cry, in her bewlderment.
odd you ever!' calculated Mrs.
Bevan, and in her excitement she
dropped the teapot to the floor, smash
ing it into bits. "Madge," she finally
managed to say, "the rest of the jars
are in the cellar, on the swinging
shelf"
Charlie dashed down the cellar stairs,
and there, on a shelf in the middle of
the cellar, were two-dozen jelly-jars,
lacking one, each with a piece Of parch-
ment tied over it for cover
"Talle them up stairsv he ordered
to Mrs. Beyan and Madge, who had
followed him.
And he gathered up as many Of the
jars as he cauld carry
When they were placed on the table
he removed the covers.
1t was an anxious moment, and his
hand trembled as he fitted the bits to-
gether.
At last the thing took definite
shape. Not line was wanting. A
few of the "and whereaseS' and "pro-
vidcd alSos' were trihe sticky, and a
few of the words had lost letter or
two; but the main points were all
there, and Charlie Wilson fairly danced
with glee.
"Where didyou get it?" he asked,
urning to Mrs. Bevan.
81 had no idea the paper was of any
value" answered that good lady, "and
l selected it from a number that l
found in the attic, because it was
parchment. They were there when
we moved into the house, and | ex-
pect they were left by Mr.. Arnold, the
owper of the property, when he moved
out"
"Arnold-" began Charlie
"Yes-Mr. Archibald Arnold. He
owns this house and land, but the
property is managed by an agent"
THAT explains it," said the young
man. Mr.. Archibald Arnold is the
plaintiff in the suit"
"Well, I'm glad it's found, although
they were excellent covers for Jelly
jars. Sit down and eat your supper.
81 can't stop" "cried Charlie, reaching
for his hat.
lie put the precious jar covers into
his pocket, and proceeded, with all
possible speed, to the Office of Hol-
brook & Hutchinson.
The firm had not yet gone home, and
Charlie laid tho disjointed document
before them on the big office table.
One glance convinced them that
heir student had secured the long
ost deed, and the good news was tel
,graphed to their Client who lived in
New York. He came on tho next
lay, and they told him the story.
AT its close he drew a cheque for five
thousand dollars, payable to Charles
rider, and the following week Charlie
,nl Madge were married
Mr.. Arnold won his suit, and one