The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-06-25
SATURDAY, JUNE %, 1904
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS,

opened fairly dazzled the observ-
ers as a mass of gems flashed back
the light. There were bundles of
letters, all addressed to the same
person, and prayer-book bearing
the same name and a crest on the
cover; all more or less damaged by
rain or salt water that had possibly
overlooked the island. In the bot
tom Of the box was found heavy
glass jar filled with papers, so Sc
curely closed and sealed as to have
escaped contact with the water.
The jar was finally broken in the
attempt to open it, and out rolled
a paper which proved to be legal
document, a copy of the will and
testament of Robert Gordon Fall
chon, Bart, of Falchon, the origi-
nal of which was filed with London
attorneys, whose address was ap-
pended. The will bequeathed to
his infant son, Gerald Randolph
Gordon Falchon, all his property,
which was described; and what was
more important it proved that
Ralph, by the law of entailment,
was heir to large landed estate
in England, and instead of being
Ralph Whittlefield, the fisherman,
he was Lord Gordon of Falchon.
Ralph read the papers to his
companions as they sat on the
sand. When he had finished, the
professor was the first to congratu-
late him, the others going thru the
same ceremony, much to Ralph's
discontinue; but Captain Sam,
who had once in a burst of conf
dence informed the naturalist that
when che wasn't talkin' they would
know he was Sick was very quiet,
and expressed his feelings only by
strong pressure of the boys hand.
Among the papers was a diary
in the handwriting of his father,
Lord Gordon, detailing their expe-
riences upon the voyage and the
incidents of the wreck, and stating
that, anticipating death from his
injuries, he had placed the future
of his son in the keeping of the
sailor, Peter Lawson, who was in
structed to take him to Falchon,
Devonshire, England, where he de-
sired him to live.
tits more like story out of the
books" said Captain Sam, as Ralph
tenderly replaced the various ar
ticles which his father had handled
in the box and closed it. In high
spirits the party soon after took
their way across the island to
where one of the men had been
establishing a camp, where they
proposed to remain until the old
wreck had been discovered and
they had obtained the treasure
which they were now confident it
Come over this way said P
. his companions; II want to show Y.
crabs'
Following the naturalist, the
grove of cocoanuts that rose gracef
These holes" said the profess
eral at the base of the trees among
nests of the Birgoslatro, or cocoan1
Here's one," said Captain Sa
bushel of leaves which will make
offered the crab the tip of a stick, \
seized; whereupon he jerl1ed the ur
on the sand, where it waved it's big
a decidedly Warllke attitude.
''They climb the trees, cut off
low them down and husk them; lin
the husks and eating the fruit by
in the eye-spots. That is the crab
fessor, that Van Benden says liftet
There's another big fellow g.
said Ralph, pointing to a tall palm.
II will soon have him. said
throwing a piece of rope about the
end in his hands, to the surprise
naturalist began to walk up the tru
ing the rope up. He reached the
hold and fell. Attracted by the
chung to the rope, and looked off OF
as blue as indigo; the white sandy
sharp contrast. Beyond was the col
of breakers, whose musical roar
wind. The professor was lost in {
m or