Chapter 21 Chapter 21

After their curiosity was satisfied, this large group of good-for-nothings had nothing to do but open the way. Are they satisfied?uncertain.Is this ending worth spending a lot of money, suffering a lot, and traveling thousands of miles away?Not being able to see meteors within 400 meters is a small gain, but he has to be satisfied with it. Can they at least hope to someday be compensated?Will a second bolide appear on the horizon again? ……No.There will be no more such adventures.There will no doubt be other Venus floating in space, but the chances of them remaining within the gravitational pull of the Earth are so slim that there is no reason to take them seriously.

All in all, luckily.If gold worth 60 trillion is put into currency circulation, the price of gold will plummet.To some - to those who don't have gold - gold is a cheap thing, but according to others, it is precious!Therefore, the loss of Bolide should not be regretted.This golden ball will not only cause chaos in the world's financial markets, but may also cause a global war. However, some parties have the right to be greatly disappointed by this outcome.How sad it was for Mr. Dean Forsyth and Dr. Sidney Huddleson to mourn the place where their bolide exploded!It was embarrassing that they went back empty-handed, without bringing back a speck of gold from the sky.Even if Monsieur de Schneck hadn't played for his country, neither of them had found a sky-gold tie pin or cuff-link, not a single gold nugget to keep as a memento.

The two of them were sick and sympathetic to each other, and even forgot all the previous fight.Otherwise, so what?Can Dr. Hudson hold a grudge against the benefactor who risked his life to save him?From the other party's point of view, isn't it human nature to treat the person you almost died for with sincerity?Since Bolide has died, as a last resort, they can only rebuild the old one.Why bother to fight for the name of the meteor that never returns? Do these two former enemies realize that their afterthought generosity is meaningless as they scramble to be considerate of others as they walk arm in arm on their first reconciled honeymoon?

"It is a great misfortune to lose the Forsyth Bolide," said Dr. Hudson. "It's the Hudson Bolide," Mr. Dean Forsyth corrected. "It is yours, my dear friend, entirely yours." "No! My letter to the Cincinnati Observatory was inaccurate, but it would have proved it if necessary. I only said from a few hours to a few hours, not from a few hours to a few hours as you say. It's very different!" The croaking doctor would not let go, and neither did Mr. Dean Forsyth.So they quarreled again, but fortunately these quarrels were not hurtful. Their 180-degree turn, though touching, is always a little comical.But there was one man who didn't want to laugh at that, and that man was Francis Gordon.He has officially reinstated as fiancé to his beloved Jenny.After so many storms, the two young men desperately took advantage of the good weather to make up for lost good times.

The warships and large passenger ships moored in Ubernivik all weighed anchor on the morning of September 4th and sailed to some southerly latitudes.All but Mr. Robert Legere and his false nephew are left, nearly all those who have made this arctic island so prosperous are gone.Because they had to wait for the Atlantic to return.The speedboat did not return until the next day.Monsieur Legere and Zephyrán Siddall were on board at once, and twenty-four hours at Uberni Victor was more than enough. Their plank shed had long since been washed away by the roaring waves of the bolide explosion.They had to spend the night in the open in miserable conditions.Not only did the sea wash over their home, but it soaked both of them inside and out.The bleak arctic sun could not dry them out.They didn't even have blankets to keep them warm during the few short hours of darkness.Everything was looted, even odds and ends for camping, suitcases, and various instruments of Zephyran Sidal.His faithful telescope, which had seen meteors so many times, was dead, and so was the machine that had first pulled meteors up to Earth and then pushed them down to the bottom of the ocean.

How wonderful this instrument is, Mr. Legere can't forget the pain of losing it, but Siddall just laughed it off.Now that he has built a machine, he can easily build another, better and more powerful machine. Of course he can do it, there is no doubt about it.Unfortunately, he never thought about it.His godfather urged him to do it, but in vain.He always puts it back day by day, until one day in his later years, he finally goes to the grave with his secret. Humanity has lost this incredible machine forever, and as long as there is no second Zephyran Sidar on the earth, the principle of the machine will remain unknown.In short, Zeferan Siddhar returned from Greenland poorer than when he went there.In addition to his instruments and his ostentatious travels, he had also left behind a large tract of land.It's hard to resell the land, especially since a major part of the industry is under the sea.

On the contrary, how much money his godfather made on this trip!The money would be available to him as soon as he returned to the Rue de Lautt in Paris.Thus came the fortune which was bound to place Legere Bank on an equal footing with the most powerful financial institutions in the world.To tell the truth, after Mr. Legere made a fortune, Zephyrin Sidal was not ignorant of the inside story.Mr. Legere now knew his strengths and made good use of them.Everything that came out of the genius's brain was adopted by the bank from a practical point of view.On this point, he had nothing to complain about.Although he did not catch the gold in the sky, he accumulated a considerable part of the gold on the earth in his safe.

Mr. Legere, of course, was not exactly a miser.Zephyran Siddhar would have a share of the wealth he had created, and, if he wanted, the largest share.However, at the beginning of this chapter, Siddhar is looking at you so stupidly, so people don't want to insist too much on this point.money?gold?What can he do?It is very suitable for him to get some small money from time to time to meet his basic living needs.It was with this purpose that he visited his "uncle" and banker on foot until his death, and he never left his seven-story Cassett Street building, nor his old daughter-in-law. Old Widow Tippo the Butcher, who was his nagging maid the whole time.

A week after M. Legere communicated his opinion to the Bank of Paris, the whole world knew that the Bolide was all over.When the French cruiser returned from Ubernivik, the news was transmitted to the first signal station, from which it spread with extraordinary speed all over the world. Unsurprisingly, there was great excitement throughout the world, but the mood quickly subsided.Faced with a fait accompli, it is best not to think about it.It didn't take long for people to worry about their own affairs as usual, and they stopped thinking about the "angel" who suffered a tragic—or even ridiculous—end.

When the Mozick dropped anchor in Charleston on September 18, there was no more talk of it. After the "Mozick" returned, in addition to the original passengers, there was also a passenger who had not been on this ship when he went there.She is Mrs. Arcadia Walker.Desiring to express her gratitude to her ex-husband more permanently, she hastened into the empty cabin left by M. de Schneck. From South Carolina to Virginia, the distance is not far, besides, there are railroads in the United States.From the next day, the nineteenth of September, Mr. Dean Forsyth, Francis and Omicron together, and Sidney Hudson and his daughter together, all returned.The first three will go back to the Round Tower on Elizabeth Road, and the last two will go back to the Square Tower on Morris Road.The family is waiting anxiously.Mrs. Hudson and her daughter Lulu, like the venerable Mitz, were at Weston's station when the Charleston train unloaded these passengers.The tourists who had returned from a long way were deeply moved by their welcome.Francis Gordon embraced his future mother-in-law, and Mr. Dean Forsyth shook Mrs. Hudson's hand cordially, as if nothing had happened.If it weren't for Miss Lulu who was always a little worried and wanted to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, she might not even mention the painful past in a single sentence.

"It's over at last, isn't it?" she cried, throwing her arms around Mr. Forsyth's neck.Yes, it's over, it's over.Here was a clear proof of hatred; on September 30th, the loud, rising bells of St. Andrew's Church rang through the Virginia city.Bishop Algarth officiated at the wedding of Frances Gordon and Jenny Huddleson in a grand gathering, which included parents, close family and friends of the two families, and notable persons of the town.After all the setbacks and vicissitudes, they finally found their happy destination. Needless to say, Miss Lulu attended the wedding as a bridesmaid.She was so pretty in that beautiful dress that she had been making for four months.Mitz was there too, laughing and crying over her "godson" happy event.She'd never been this excited, she told those who would pay her any attention. At almost the same moment, another wedding was taking place in another place, only with less fanfare.This time, Mr. Seth Stanford and Mrs. Arcadia Walker did not go to Judge John Prowse's house by bus, foot, or balloon.No, they went there this time side by side in a comfortable car, entered the judge's house arm in arm for the first time, to present him with the their fully qualified credentials. The judge did his duty by remarrying the ex-husband and wife who had been divorced only a few weeks before graciously bowing to them. "Thank you, Mr. Prowse," said Mrs. Stanford. "Goodbye," added Mr. Seth Stanford. "Good-bye, Mr. Stamford, Mrs. Stamford," replied Mr. John Prowse, returning at once to tend the flowers in his garden. However, this venerable philosopher hesitated greatly.When he was pouring the third pot, his hand stopped still, no longer pouring rain on the thirsty geraniums. "Goodbye?..." He murmured, his thoughts rippling, and he stopped in the middle of the flower path. "Maybe it would be better to say 'sometimes later' to them."

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