Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-07-19

ASuuU TIE pofuoilo, but there was
10 paper between the leaves. Atthe
noise of a step IN the cabin, ran il
up under my vest Although | had
seen the flying paper, and had Just
held the portfolio downward, shaking
ITS folds without result, yet meant
to search 1t again at leisure.
Then ! heard sudden noise around
the hull, and scutlie on deck.
sprang from below, the iloe was break.
ing up and the men were hoisting
stay-sail, further. in An open space
abeam, could be seen boat. The
warm south wind and change in the
current had hroken-the iloe,-hat hr
the time the Beruics was in clear wa.
ter she had sail enough on her 10 steer
by. a wild hope again filed my
heart. There were men in the boat.
| should no doubt carry back to Edith
better news than the proofs of death
OF which told her.
The Carlotta saw our condition.
The two made sail and stood for the
land, to beat up to US. We made the
boat, and pulled aboard, with cheers,
four rescued men. But one heart in
the prize crew was heavier yet at the
news. / have not space to tell the
whole story. l will only say that they
were the mate, the steward, and two
men of the Bernice, and that they
were sure that Captain Robstone died
from fall on the ice on the day of
the disaster. had the proofs for
which l had gone to sea. For which
l had told my darling lie.
When the Csrlotta neared US, sho
hove to; we did the same, and Cap
tain Cole of the Carlotta came aboard
the prize, bringing half.dozen moro
hands. The result was that prize
crew, of which | was first mate, was
left aboard with orders to follow the
Carlotta to San Francisco.
We had a fine run down, and the
voyage was a great success to it's pro-
Iectors, who paid Us well.
But what was that to my expected
with Edith? l had my sail.
Or s chest at my office. In it was the
old portfolio, why, ! knew not, for /
had again run over it's leaves in TIE
dusk Of my first watch below on the
Bernice, and to no purpose.
But now, ! spread it out on my
iesk, and turned it over leaf by leaf.
There was not paper in it, hut there
plain before my startled eyes. read:
This is my will, that my niece,
Edith Robstone, have all leave, and
'he is the executrix hereof, without
my surety whatever.
DANIEL RoBsToNE.
So, FT0nc,Sco, November 3, 1866.
We saw him sign it.
JOHN RoRER.
FREDERICK CARLIN.
JEREDIAH SCRINMINs.
Was 1t the original will Let us
ee.
Captain Robstone Was a man OF over
NO hundred pounds. weight. When
lie took the will from me and put it
n the folio on which he sat, the leaves
II the blotting paper were very damp,
lot rare thing in ships cabin. l
Ilways write with stI ong black copy.
ng ink. His weight had thus taken
rom the original a perfect duplicate
If his short will. Not comma could
lave been omitted Not line could
low be inserted. If the verbal will
II sailor, afterward written out, was
'alid, knew that, with three witness
es, and the copy before me, should
,et win the case for my client.
The day came for proving the will,
md the same lady who had caused its
oss appeared by counsel to disallow
t. But the nature Of my evidence
vas direct; my opponent scarcely had
case. We had all three witnesses an
% the original, my own account of its
oss, my visitors unwilling evidence,
my own deIpair at the ae-
,ident her call had caused. Then the
captain had further told the mate Of
ais own keenness in making a short
will, and had repeated the very words,
20 that the court thought that even in
he absence of the duplicate, such an
of his wishes might have
operated as a nun-cupative will.
These and many other features Of
this interesting case should like to
iwell on if space would permit. But
10 you ever expect to 90 through the
Golden Gate? If you do. look over
At the left as you near the city, and
you may see brown granite ware
house in front of which lie the ships
at a newly built wharf. Above. on
The slope of Telegraph Hill, is a pref
~ cottage amidst a garden that is al.
ways green. That warehouse and
Edith s income, which
she is kind enough to share with me,
and the piazza of the cottage from
which ! write shelters the happiest
couple that ever looked out upon the
blue waters of the broad Pacific.