Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-08-25

My Uncle: Nothing at all my dear Jasper come here and talk to me. Do you know, Jasper what happens to little boys who tell lies? You do? Something terrible. eh? Souls perdition. my boy; souls everlasting perdition. There, come and show me the pig,
 What agonies of conscience it must have cost these two good souls thus to conspire to- gether for benevolence none ever knew. Nor was 1t less pathetic that the fraud was so hol- low and transparent, 1doubt not that tho sin of it was washed out with self-reproving tears and cannot think that they were shed in vain.
 So the season passed, and we waited till in the summer of 1S49 (my father having been away nineteen mOnthS) there came another letter to say that he was about to start for home. He found what he sought, so he said but could not rightly understand its value, or indeed make head or tail of it by himself, and dare not ask strangers to help him. Perhaps, however, when he came home Jasper (who was such a scholar) would help him, and mayby the key would be some aid. For the rest, he had been stricken with fever. d malady common enough in those parts, but was better, and would start in something over week in the Belle Fortune bark of some six hundred and fifty tons register homeward bound with a cargo of sugar spices, and coffee, and having crew of about eighteen hands, with, he thought, one or two passengers. The let ter was full of strong hope and love- so that my mother who trembed a little when she read about the fever, plucked up courage to smile towards the close The ship would be due about October. or perhaps November. So once morewe had to resume our weary wait ing, but this time with glad hearts, for we knew that the days of anxiety and yearning would soon be over.
 The long summer drew to a glorious and golden September, and so faded away in a veil of gray sky, and the time of watching was nearly done Through September the skies had been without cloud and the sea almost breathless, but with the coming of October came dirty weather and a strong sou'westerly wind that gathered day by day until at last, upon the evening of October 11th it broke ! into gale. My mother for days had been growing more restless and anxious with the growing wind and this evening had much ado to sit quietly and endure. 1 remember that as the storm ragged without and tore at the door hinges, while the rain lashed and smote the tamarisk branches against the panes, I sat by her knee before the kitchen fire and read bits from my favorite Holy War" which, in the pauses of the storm she would explain to me. And then listened to wonderful stories of the East Indies and the marvels that men found thero, and wondered whether father would bring home parrot, and if it would be as like Ann Lovcday as the parrot at "Lu9ger Inn" at Polkimbra, as though no flends were shouting without and whirling sea and sky together in one caudron.
 How long slept I know not, but I woke with the glow of candle in my eyes to see my mother all in white standing by the bed l and ill her eyes awful and soul-sickening horror.
 "Jaspcr, Jasperl wake up and listenn' 1 suppose I must have been still half asleep for lay looking at her with dazzled sight, not rightly knowing whether the vision wero real or part of my strange dreams.