Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-08-24
CHAPTER II,
TELLS HOW MY FATHER WENT 10 SEEK rHE TREASURE, AMI HOW MY MOTHER HEARD A CRY IN YHE NIGHT

TELLS HOW MY FATHER WENT TO SEEK THE
 TREASURE, AMI now MY MOTHER HEARD
 CRY IN 9HE NIGHT.
 ho my father sailed away carrying with him, sewn for safety in his jerseys side. the will and the small clasped Bible; nor can think et stranger equipment for the hunting ol earthly treasure. And the great iron koy hung untouched from the beam, while the spiders outvied one another in wreathins it with the!r Wola, Knowing it to be the only spot tp fAmtrig where they were safe from my mothers broom.
 In those days, before the great canal was cut n voyage to the East Indies was no light matter, lying as it did around the treachcrous Cape and through seas where a ship may lie becalmed Tor weeks. So it was little wonder that my fathers first lettcr. written from Bombay, WItS aanle time on it's way Still. when tho news came it was good He had seon MT. Eiihu Sanderson son of the Elihu mentioned ill my grandfatner's will, had pre- sentod his parchment and testament and received some notes (most of which he sent home) together with sealed packet. directed in Amos Trenowcths handwriting: "To THE SoN OF MY HOUSE. WHO, HAVING COUNTED ALI THE PER4Ls, h hESoLuTE." This packet. my fatAer Went on to say, contained much myste- rous matter, which would keep until he and his dear wife met. Ho added for himself he could divine no peril nor any cause for his doAr wife to trouble, seeing that he had but to go to the Island of Ceylon, whence hnyino accomplished the commands contained in the packet, he purposed to takQ ship and return with all speed to England, This was the sub- Stauca nf tho letter, wrapped around with taauy undalring words and much tender so- licitude for Margcry and the little one as that ho hoped JaSpor was tackling his letters like real scholar and comforting his mothers heart, with more to this effect which made us weep very sorrowfully when the letter was read, although we could not we'll have told why. As to the sealed packet. my father would have been doubtless more explicit had he been without a oertain distrust of letters and lettar-oarriers, which amid much faith in the miraculous powers of the post-office I have known to exist among us even in these later days.
 Than this blessed letter surely no writtcn sheet WI' ever more read or reyoIld; read to M" 'i'sy night before pr,yers Were said, read f '" Eli2aheth and Uncle Loveday, read li.. X ,t:tsl to all tho ncighbors of Polkimhra. for 'A. knew certainly why Ezekiel had gone ta India except that, somewhat vaguely, it Was to better himself"
 Attor this came the great joy of sending an answer which wrote at my mothers dicta- ton. And then it was directed, as my father had instructed us. to "Mr. Ezekiel Trenoweth, care of John r. Eyersleigh. Esq, of the East India Company's Service. Colombo, Ceylon."
 Then wo had to wait again, and the little | stQro of money grow small indeed But Aunt Elizabeth was wonderful contriver and ten- der of heart besides, although in most things | to be called "hard" woman. She had mar ried during my grandfather's long absence, Dr. LoVeday of Lizard Town, mild little man with prodigious vanity in brass buttons, and the most terrific relicious beliefs which | did not in tho least alter his natural sweetness af temper. My aunt and uncle would often | drive or walk over to Lantrig, seldom without | some ltttle present which, together with my aunts cap box, would emerge from the back seat amid duetto something after this l fashion:
 My Aunt "So, my dear, We thought as we were driving ih this direction We would see how you
 were getting oh, and by great good fortune, or F&ther. as l should say tJasper do not hang | your head so; 1t looks so deceitfuN, by the will
 ot Heaven tand Heavens will be done, you know,
 my dear, which must be great comfort to you
 in your sore afiicttonl as Cyrus was driving into
 Cadgwith yesterday. were you not Cyrus?" My Uncle; 'To be sure. my dear"
 My ANnts Well. as I was saying, as Cyrus l was driving into Cadgwith yesterday to see Mar
 Una aeorse>s husband, who was run over by the
 Hetston coach. and she such a regular an,
 at the prayer meeting. but in the midst of life
 1asref' don't ndsetl-woll. whom should he seq
 but Jane Ann Collins. with the finest pair oi
 will boar me out"