Show postscript now such readers as have bee been n 4 gentle enough to follow me so far in my story may possibly desire to be told what lay behind those other locked doors in the underground gallery where I 1 so nearly laid my bones those caverns we afterward discovered did actually communicate with Black blackboards beards ruined mansion and the king who has now rebuilt that mansion and lives in it to in state with calypso and me Is able to pass from one to the other by underground passages which are an unfailing is chorce arce of romantic satisfaction to hie dear absurd soul soil As to whether or not the mansion tind the treasure were actually black beards that Is edward wo we are yet in doubt though we prefer to believe that they were at all events we never found any evidence to connect them at all with henry P tobias whose second treasure we have every reason to think still remains undiscovered As for the sinister and ill fated henry P tobias jr we have bare since learned through charlie webster who every now and again drops in a with sailors from his sloop and carries oft off the king icing for duck hunting that his real benl narue name was quite different he roust must have assumed as a nom de guerre the name we knew him by to give color to his claim I 1 un afraid therefore that thai lie he was a plain drel after all though it seemed to me that I 1 saw gleams in him of something better and I 1 shall always feel a sort of kindness toward him tor for the saving grace of gallant courtesy with which lie invested his abduction of calypso calypso she and 1 I just toi for fun sometimes drop into sweeneys store and when she has made her purchases she draws up from her bosom a little bag and look looking ing softly at me lays down on the counter a golden doubloon and swee sweeney ney who doubtless thinks usall us all al a ittle craz crazy Y smiles indulgently on our make be lieve sometimes on our way home we come upon tom in the plant plantations atlo n s su per intending a gang of th the e k kings i fi asu janissaries among whom erebus la Is still the blackest for tom is now the lord high steward of our estate he beams on us in a fatherly way and I 1 lay my hand significantly on my left side to his huge delight lie ile flashes his white teeth and wags his head from side to side with inarticulate enjoyment of the allusion for who knows ile he may be right in so mysterious a world the smallest cause may lead up to the most august results and there is nothing too wonderful to happen THE END |