Year: 1872

land, and as stopped over him to try and
| bring him to, sudden giddiness seized
me, black cloud came before my eyes, and
| | sank insensible by his side. / don't
know how long we lay in this state bui
l awoke at last to find couple of coast
guardsmen rubbing our hands and feet,
and endeavoring to restore animation by
the best means in their power. As soon
as we were a little better, one of them
ran up to the station to bring us dry
clothes and a little rum. In about an
hours time we were able to get up the
cliff and were driven home in cart that
these good fellows had borrowed of a
neighboring farmer.


We were both of US too much exhaust
ed to talk much but George pressed my
hand when got out of our conveyance
at my lodging, leaving him to go ON to
the hotel at which he stayed when on
shore.


Neither of us left his bed for a couple
of days. As soon as | got home had
sent down to the beach to recover my
clothes and book, but was too late. The
tide had turned, and they were carried
off; and Georges were in imminent dan
ger of the same fate, for the waves were
already besprinkling them with spray
when my messenger reached the place.


My coastguardsman passed the word to
his mates, our rescuerS, at the Nose,
where he said the things were pretty GER
tain to be washed ashore. On the second
day his prediction proved true, the coat,
waistcoat, and book having been picked
up along the sands. The boots were ir-
retrievably gone, and | need hardly say
the contents of my waistcoat pockets had
been tumbled out. As for the book, it
was in a most dilapidated state Its
covers were warped, and in several
places the parchment had become
detached from the millboard. When /
met Lucy the next day / showed it her
with the rueful remark that its value was
considerably diminished. She examined
it with the truly feminine desire of seeing
if it could not be repaired. Suddenly
she gave a cry of surprise, and drew out
folded parchment from the inside of the
cover.


To make long story short, it was a
codicil to my uncle's will 1t revoked
all the previous dispositions and settled
everything ON me. A further examina-
ton of the cover brought to light letter
addressed to me, with an open memorsn
dunn enclosed for George.


The letter to me said that if I took care
of the book he had little doubt / should
some time or other discover its contents.
If | sold it l should lose-and deserve to
lose-all. To George, my uncle's note
pointed out that if he had given me the
estate instead of the book, the codicil
would have remained undiscovered on
the shelves at Gillandale; for" wrote
the old gentleman, with touch of sar-
casm, ''yOu are not likely to care for the
comedies of Terence while you have a
bank to study"


AS we had finished reading, George
came up. He began to express his re-
morse for the way in which he had treat
ed me, when I put the codicil and the
letters into his hands. He turned pale
and sank on the seat. ''It serves me
right" said he, cit deprives me of the
power of doing what wished-making
you some reparation of the wrong did
your"


mot another word, George" said I,
taking his hand; "we'll divide it equally
between u.s." And so we did; and George
married Penelope, and I married Lucy,
and we are as happy as the days are long;
for George has been different man since
the day when we were so nearly drowned
off Magog's Nose.-L0ndO7l Society.