Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-08-25
CHAPTER II.

CdAPIER Il.
 TELLS HOW MY FATHER WENT TO SEEK THE
 TREASURE, AND HOW MY MOTHER HEARD A
 CRY IN THE NIGHT
 So my father sailed away, carrying with him, sewn for safety in his jerseys side the will and the small clasped Bible; nor can think Of stranger equipment for the hunting of earthly treasure, And the great iron key hung untouched from the beam, while the spiders outvied one another in wreathing it with their webs, knowing it to be the only spot in Lantrig where they were safe from my mothers broom.
 In those days, before the great canal was cut, voyage to the East Indies was no light matter, lying as it did around the treacherous Cape and through seas where a ship may lie becalmed for weeks. So 1t was little wonder that my fathers first letter, written from Bombay, was some time on it's way Still, when the news came it was good. He had seen Mr. Elihu Sandcrson son of the Elihu mentioned ill my grandfathers will, had pre- sentod his parchment and testament and received some notes (nost of which he sent home) together with a sealed packet, directed in Amos Trenoweth's handwriting: "To THR SON OF MY HOUSE, WHO, HAVING COUNTED ALL THE PERILS, IS RESoLUTE." This packet my father went on to say, contained much myste- rious matter, which would keep until he and his dear wife met. He added for himself he could divine nn peril nor any cause for his dear wife to trouble, sGeing hat he had but to go to the Island of Ceylon, whence, having accomplished the commands contained in the packet, he purpQsed to take ship and return with all spcod to England This was the sub stance uf tke letter, wrapped around with many endearing words and much tender so- licitude for Marsery and the little one, as that he hoped Jasper was tackling his letters like a 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 well have told why As to the sealed packet, my father would have been doubtless moro explicit had he been without a certain distrust of letters and letter-carriers, which amid much faith in the miraculous powers of the post-oflce l have known to exist among us even in these Inter days,
 Than this blessed letter surely no written sheet WAS ever more read or reread read to me CTH'y night before prayers were said, read to \ ':t Elizabeth and Uncle Loveday, read Gh .,,:ts) to all the neighbors of Polkimbra, for none knew certainly why Ezekiel had gone ta India except that, somewhat vaguely, 1t Was to 'better himself"
 After this came the great joy of sending an answer, which I wrote at my mothers dicta- tloU tAuu lucn IL was QlreCCeQ, as my 1atl6r had instructed us, to "Mr, Ezeke Tranoweth :, care of John F, BYersleigh, Esq.,, of the East india OompaGy's Service. Colombo, Ceylon."
 Then we had to wait again, and the little store of money grew small indeed. But Aunt Elizabeth was wonderful contriver, and ten- der of heart besides, although in most things to be called a "harde wonaan.A She had mar ried during my grandfather's long absence, Dr. Loveday of Lizard Town, mild little man with prodieiops vanity in brass buttons, and the most terrific religious beliefs, which did not in the least alter his natural sweetness of temper. My aunt and uncle would often drive or walk over to IsantFig. seldom without aome little present which, together with my aunts cap box, would emerge from the back seat amid q duetto something after this fashion:
 My Aunt: "So, my dear we thought as we were driving In this direction would see how YoS were getting on, and by great good iortune, or tetAel: as ] Should say Uasper do not hang Jour head so; 1t looks so deceitfuN, by the will or Heaven and Heavens will be done. you know, my dear, which must be a great comfort to you Ill your sore atiGttopl. as Cyrus was driving Into teaSwith yesterday. wore you not Cyrus?"
 My uncle: ITO be sure, my dear"
 My Aunt: Well Rs I was saying, as Cyrus was driving into Cadgwith yesterday to see Mar. Una GeorGe 8 husband. who was run over bY the Aelston coach, and she such regular attendant at the prayer-meeNSs, hut in the midst of life, (lRsTcr, aont hd2etl-well, whom should he see but Jane Ann Collins, with the finest pair of ducks, too, and costing 6 more nothing. Cyrus will bear me out"