Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-09-04
events tha, occurred during this i,tes.sgs

They buried my father and mother in the same grave in Poikimbra Churchyard.
 Colliver was never found. Captain Merry dew raised the hue and cry. but the sailor Georgia Rhodojani was never seen again from the moment when his evil face leered in through the window at LantriS. A reward was offered, and more than once Polkimbra was excited with the news of his arrest. but it all came to nothing. Failing his capture, Un- cle Loveday was wisely silent on the subject of my fathers Journal and the secret of the Great Ruby. He had not been idle, however. After long consultation with Aunt Elizabeth he posted off to Plymouth to gain news of Lucy Railton and her daughter. but without success. The " Welcome Home Sull stood upon the Barbican, but the house was ill pos- session of new tenants. and neither they nor their new landlord could tell anything of the Editions except that they had left suddenly about two months before (that being the date of tho wreck of the Belle FOrtuno) after paying their rent to the end of the Christmas quarter. The landlord could give no reasons for thelr departure. but supposed that the husband must have returned from the sea and takeT them away Uncle LovedaY. of course knew better but on this point h'i 'NS }'"'ic". The NuN result of all his inquiries was he certainty that the RailtOnS had vanished utterly.
 Sc Lantrig, for the preservation Of Whl' Il my father had given his life was sold to strangers, and went to live with Aunt and Uncle Loveday at Lizard Town. The proceeds of the sale (and they were very small lndeedj Uncle Loveday put carefully by until such time as I should be cast upon the world to seek my fortune. For twelve uneventful years my aunt fed mo and my uncle taught me; Thomas Loveduy was my only compan- ion. and soon became my dear friend. Poor Tom I can see his handsome face before me in al hp Hrap m eyes the rare smile, with its faint suggestion of mockery, the fair curls in which a breeze seemed forever blowing, the pursed lips that had a habit of saying such wonderful things. In my dreams, those few dreams of mine thai are happy. Wa are always boys together, climb ing the cliffs for eggs, or risking our lives ill Uncle Lovrday's boat-always boys together. Poor Tom! Poor Tom
 So the unmarked time rolled on, until there came a memorable day in July on which must touch for n moment. It was evening. I was returning with Tom to Lizard Towp from Dead Mans Rock where had been basking all the sunny afternoon. Tom reading. and 1 simply staring v2cantly into the heav. ems and wondering when the time would come that would set me free to unravel the mystery of this il-omcned spot. Finally after taking our fill of idleness, we bathed as the sun was setting; and I remember wondering, as dived off the black ledge, whether beneath me there lay any relic of the Belle Fortune, any fragment that might preserve some record Oi her ond. had divcl here often enough, but found nothing, nor could I see anything to- day but the clean sand twinkling beneath its veil of blue though here, as l guessed, must still lie the bones of John RailtOn. But 1 must hasten. We were returning over the Downs when suddenly I spied small figure running towards us, and making frantic signals Ot distress.
 That" said from the shape oft, must be Joe Ros aorla."
 And Joe Roscora it was as he came up tc us he stayed all questioning by gaspn:, out the word. "Missus :" and then falling into a violent fit of coughing,
 ''Well what is amiss?" asked Tom.
 "ToOk wi a seizure, an maiSter like thing mazcd," blurtcd Joo and then fcll to pantine and coughing worse than ever
 What d seizure? paralysis do you meanY asked, while Tom turned white.
 Just a seizure and hant got timo tor nC longer name. But run if ee want to see hel alive"
 We ran without further speech, Joe kcrpinl at our side for minute, but soon droppin. behind and fading into distance, As We en tered tho door Uncle Loveday met us, and saw by his face that Aunt Elizabeth WAS dead
 Sho had been in the kitchen busted with ou supper, when she fell down and died in a fev minutes. Heart disease was the cause, but il our part people only die of three com plaints- seizure an inflammation, or a decline, Tn ! difference between these is purely ono of time so that Joe Roscorla. learning the suddcnncs of the attack, judged it forthwith a case O ''Sn;>urc' Hnd had so reported.
 My poor aunt w;ts dead; and until now W had never known how we loved her. Her husband was inconsolablc. Without hi wife he seemed as one deprived of most of hi limbs, and moved hopelessly about as thOug life were now without purpose. Accustome to be ruled by her at every turn, he missed he in every action of the day. Very swiftly h sank of no assigned complaint, and within si months was laid beside her.
 On his dnath-h my unclo seemed >l r.t,I,,. .. troubled about us. Tom was 10 be a dlrJoi My destiny was not so certain; bur already had rrnounced in my heart an inE,orious l. ill Lizard Town. I lOnSed to go with Tom i ill London, too, thought should be free t follow the purpose of my life. But the Questio i was, how I should find the money? For 1 knew that the sum obtained by the sale ( Lantrg was miserably insufficient. So I Sd with idle hands and waited for destiny nc did I realize my helplessness until l stood i the room where Uncle Loveday lay dying, Tom" said my uncle "Tom, come closer,
 Tom bent over the bed,
 Il am leaving you two boys without friend | in this world You have friends in Lizar l Town, but Lizard Town is small world Ton ought to have sent you to London before but kept putting off the parting, If one coul only foresee-oould only foresee.
 He raised himself slightly on his elbow, an continued with pain
 You will go to Guys, and Jasper, hop may go with you, Be friends, boys; you wi want friendship in this world, It will be
 struggle, for there is barely enough for botl But it is best to share equally; she would haS wished that, She was always planning tha am doing it badly, know, but she woul | have done it better"
 The chill December sun was stealing in an illumined the sick mans face with light thu
 was the shadow of heaven. The strange do' tor moved to the blind. My uncles voice a rested him
 "No, no. Leave it up. You will have { pull it down very soon-only few moment
 now. Tom, come closer. You have been
 good boy, Tom, good boy, though"-with
 faint smile" a little trying at times. An, bl she forgave you, Tom. She loved you dearly
 she will tell me so, when we meet"
 My uncle's gaze began to wander, but
 reused himself and said:
 Kiss me, Tom, and send Jasper to me- | Ritfarly waaniOp Tom mada ro0po and