Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-09-01

va e'A|tSss Oo ,anyoouy put nm Who knew tn, res of my fathers injunctions. Although no yet ta my hand, the Great Ruby was mine. , was solding up the buckle with the parchmen ! before reioining the guides, when a curious ! xhing happened.
 ! ''The sun had climbed high into heaver whilst was absorbed in my search and was | now flooding the little lawn with light, In my 1 excitement had heard and seen nothing nor noted that the heat was growing unbearable beneath the vertical rays. But as was fold l ing up the parchment black shadow suddenly fell across the page. started and look ed up.
 Above me stood Simon Coliver.
 ''He was standing in the broad light of the sun and watching me intently, with curious smile which grew as our eyes met How long he had been there I could not guess. but the strangeness of meeting him on this spot and the occupation in which I was surprised. discomposed me not little. Hastily thrust | ing back the buckle and the parchment into my pocket scrambled to my feet and stood Iacing him, Even as did so, all Mir. Sander sons warnings came flashing into my mind.
 " For full a minute we stood confronting each other without word. He was still stand ing in the full blaze of the starlight. with the same odd smile upon his face, and a peculiar 1 tight In his dark eyes that never swerved for a moment. Finally he gave low laugh and nodding lightly said:
 | Todd thing our meeting like this, eh ? Hand of fate or some such thing might be mixed up in it from the way we run across each others path
 | "l asSCnted.
 "'Queer, too, you'll allow, that we should both be struck with the fancy for ascending l this mountain, Very few Americans do it, so I'm told. I'm on my way up are you? No? Coming down and taking things easily, to 1 judge by the way found you occupied " Was the man mocking me? Or had he, | after all, no suspicious His voice was soft | md pleasant as ever, nor could I detect a trace of irony ill its tone. But I was on my guard.
 "'This Peak seems strewn with the handi- work of the heathen,' he continued But really you seom to ibe in luck's way. con- gratulate you. Whats this ? Skeletons, eh ? 1 Upon my word, Trenoweth, you've unearthed ! treasure And this A statue? We'll, it's ! queer place to como hunting for statues but you've picked up an usly-ooking beggar in all cOnscience!'
 "He had advanced to the head. which law in the rank herbage staring up in pteous | spite to heaven. Presently he turned to me | md said:
 ' Well, this is very remarkable The fel- low who carved this seems to have borrowed my fcatures-not very complimentary of him. must say. Don't you see the likeness? ? Ut was solemn truth. Feature by feature that atrocious face was simply a reproduction of Coiver's. As I stared in amazement it seemed more and more marvellous that had not noticed the resemblance before True each feature was distorted and exaggerated to produce the utter maignity of its expression. But the face was the face of Colivcr. Nobody could have called him a handsome man. but before this had found Colliver not unplcas- ant to look upon. Now tho hate of the statues 1 face seemed to have reflected itself upon him. leaned against a tree for support, and passed my hand across my brow as if to banish a fearful dream. But it was no dream, and when he turned to speak again I could see lurking beneath tho assumed expression of the man all the evil passions and foul wickedncss engraved upon the stone.
 =" Wcll,' he remarked, stranger things than this have happened, but not much. You seem distressed, Trenoweth. Surely l. if any one, have the right to be annoyed. But you let your antiquarian zeal carry you too far. It's hardly fair to dig these poor remains from their sepulchre and leave them to bleach be- neatl tnA tropical sun, even in the interest of science.
 With this he knelt down and began to gathcr-very revcrently, as I thought-the bones into d heap, and replace them in their tomb. This done, he kicked up lump or t4Y4 Af turf from the little lawn and pressed it down upon them, A4nming to himself all the while. Finally he rose and turned again to- wards nc
 ."You'll excuse me, Trenoweth. It's sen- timental no doubt, but I have conceived kind of respect for these remains. Suppose, for example, this face was really portrait ot one of this buried pair Why then the de- ceased very like me I forgive him for caricaturing my features now; were he alive it might be different. But this place is sufficiently out of the way to prevent the re- remblencc being noted by many By the way. forgot to ask how you chancod on this spot For my part, thought I heard something moving ill the thicket, so 1 followed the sound out of pure curosity, and came upon you. Well, well it's strange world and it's wonderful thought too. that this may be the grave of some primGva anoeatur of mine who roamed this Peak for his daily food-an an- cester of some importance too, in his day, to judge by the magnitlccncc of his tomb. A poet might make something out of this to- day face to face with the day before yesterday. But that's the beauty of archaeology. I did not know it was pursuit of yours, and am glad to sec you are sufficiently recovered of your illness to take it up again. Goodbye for the present. al, obliged to be cautious III ldhlIS ldfoWell OI you, TOT we nave such q: habit of meeting unexpectedly. So as have to be up and moving for the summit I'll say " Goodbye for the present." We may as well leave this image where it is; the dead won't miss it. and it's handy by, at any rate. Add io Trenoweth, and best of luck to your future Eesearahes.'
 :.:He was gone. could hear him singing as he went strange song which he had often sung on the outward voyage
 "'S1ng heyi for the dead mans lips, my lads;
 Sing ho for the dead mans soul.
 At his red, red lips * * k
 "The song died away in the distance before moved, had hardly opened my lips dur ing the interview, and now had much ado to believe it @ reality, But the newly ~turfted grave was voucher enough for this. A horror of the place seized me; cast one shuddering look at the giant face and rushed from the spot, leaving the silent creepers to veil once more that awful likeness from the eyes of day
 As I emerged upon the track again I came upon Peter and Paul, who were seeking me high and low, with dismay written upon their faces. Excusing my absence as best I could, I declared myself ready in spite of my ankle, to make all haste in the descent Of our journey down the Peak I need say little