Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-28

cousin, and the brother of his late wife and
 his heir forever, on condition only of his
 assuming the name and arms of the De la
 Molle family, the direct line of which became
 extinct with himself. We'll, of course, this
 will, when executed, was to all appearances
 so much waste paper, but within three years
 from its execution Charless II was king of
 England.
 Thereon John Dofferleigh produced the
 document. and on assuming the name and
 arms of De la Molle actually succeeded in | obtaining the remains of the castle and a
 considerable portion of the landed property,
 though the baronetcy became extinct His
 son it was who built this present house. and
 he is our direct ancestor, for though my
 father talks of them as though they were-it
 is little weakness of his-the old De Ia
 Molles were not our direct male ancestors" |"
 "Well, !" said Harold, "and did Dofferleigh
 find the treasureF
 'No, ah, no, nor anybody else The treasure has vanished. He hunted for it a great deal, and he did find those pieces of plate which you saw tonight, hidden away somewhere, I don't know where but there
 was nothing else with them"
 Perhaps the whole thing was nonsense, 1" said Harold, refectively.
 | "No," said Ida, shaking her head q am sure it was not; am sure the treasure is hid den away somewhere to this day. Listen
 Col. Quaritch-you have not heard quite all the story yeti found something" 1 "You what2"
 "Wait 0 minute and I will show you," and | going to a cabinet in the corner she unlocked | 1t, and took out dispatch box, which she also unlocked
 | 'Here," she said, ''I found this. It is the Bible that Sir James begged might be sent to his son, just before they shot him, you remember" and she handed him 0 small brown book. He took it and examined it carefully, It was bound in leather, and on the cover was written in large letters, "Sir James de la Molle Honham Castle, 1611." Nor was this all. The first sheets of the Bible, which was one of the earliest copies of the authorized version, were torn out, and the top corner was also gone, having to all appearance been shot off by bullet, pre- l sumption that dark stain of blood upon the cover and edges brought near to certainty.
 "Poor fellow," said Harold, 'he must have had it in his pocket when he was shot. Where did you find it?'
 "Yes, suppose so," said Ida; 'in fact have no doubt of it. found 1t when was a child ill an old oak chest in the basement l of the western tower, quite hidden up in dust and rubbish and bits of old iron. But l look at the end and you will see what be | wrote in it to his son Edward. Here will l show you," and leaning over him she turned l to the last page of the book. Between the bottom of the page and the conclusion of the 1 final chapter of Revelation there had been small blank space now densely covered with I grabbed writing in faded ink, which she read | aloud. It ran as follows: Do not grieve for me, Edward, my son, that am thus suddenly done to death by rebel murderers, for naught happeneth but according to Gods will And now fare l we'll, Edward, till we shall meet in heaven. My moneys have I hid, and on account | thereof die unto this world, knowing that | not one piece shall Cromwell touch. To ! whom God shall appoint, shall all my treas ure be, for naught can communicate"
 ''There," said Ida, triumphantly. "What do you think of that, Col. Quaritcha The | Bible, think, was never sent to his son; but here 1t is, and in that writing as solemnly believe" and she laid her white fingers upon | the faded characters, ''Hes the key to wher- ever it is that the money is hidden only | fear that shall never make it out. For | years have puzzled over it, thinking that it might be some form of acrostic, but I can make nothing of 1t. have tried 1t all ways I have translated it into French, and had it translated into Latin, but still can find out nothing-nothing. But some day somebody | will hit upon it-at least I hope so." Harold shook his head II am afraid" he I said, "that what has remained undiscovered for so long will remain so till the end of the chapter. Perhaps the old Sir James was hoaxing his adversaries!''
 ''No," said Ida, ''for If he was, what be- | came of all the moneys He was known to be one of the richest men of his day, and that he was rich, one can see from his letter to the king. There was nothing after his death, except his lands, of course. Oh, 1t will be 
 probably, much too late to be of any good l to us," and she sighed deeply, while pained and wearied expression spread itself over her handsome face.
 "Well," said Harold, ill a doubtful voice, 'there may be something in it. May take a copy of that writing"
 Certainly" said Ida, laughing, land if you find the treasure we will go shares. Stop I will dictate it to you"
 Just as this process was finished and Harold was shutting up his pocketbook, in which he put the fair copy he had executed on half sheet of note paper, the old squire came into the room again. Looking at his face, his visitor saw that his interview with George" had evidently been anything but satisfactory, for it bore an expression of exceedingly low spirits
 Well, father, what is the matterf" asked his daughter.
 "Oh, nothing, my dear, nothing," he an swered, in melancholy tones. George has been here, that is all."
 ''Yes, and I wish he would keep away" she said, with a little stamp of her foot, flor he has always some bad news or other"
 Ut is the times, my dear, it is the times; it isn't George. I really don't know what has come to the country"
 N"What is itg" said Ida, with deepening expression of anxiety. Something wrong about the Moat farmTs
 ''Yes; Janter has thrown it up, after all, and am sure I don't know where am to find another tenant"
 ''You see what the pleasures of landed property are, Col. Quaritch, said Ida, turn ing toward him with Q smile which did not somehow convey great sense of cheerfulness.
 "Yes," he said, 1T know. Thank goodness have only the ten acres that my dear old aunt left me. And now," he added, II think that must be saying good night. It is 10:S0, and expect that old Mrs. Jobson is sitting up for me-"
 Ida looked up iii remonstrance, and opened her lips to speak, and then from some reason