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The long ride is something out of my way, them down on the table, and took breath, you know, and I feel unusually tired. I in a long-drawn inspiration. bave that business to look over, besides. “Just about what I thought they would So, if you will excuse me, I'll wish you be. It shows the wisdom of my managegood-night."
ment; it was the most judicious course “Certainly, certainly. Make yourself that could have been taken. I was startled, comfortable, by all means. There will be I must admit, to find out this widow should a man to attend to your wants. What a prove to be the same girl. Why must the pany frame you've got, for all those long wench have so everlastingly turned up in limbs, Dick! It would take many a ride to my way? She is dead at last. The grim use me up in that way. You'd better get archer be praised for that! Hum! the case up in season to join me at my bath.” will not prove a very troublesome one, ex
"Thank you, I have wit enough left to cept for the perversity of this romantic old keep out of that. Good evening, Miss sea-dog. It's a snug property to lose, and Genevieve.”
there's no question but he will change the Captain Alick had not observed her be- will, if I don't play skillfully. I must blind fore. He turned, and drawing her forward him a little-hold out a hope of comprounder the light, so that its rays fell glow- mise in case I am convinced of the actual ingly upon the graceful head with its gold legality of the marriage. It will be easy brown curls, its fair transparent complex- enough to pick flaws in the testimony, ion, and soft violet-blue eyes, he said, in a which will require further corroboration. significant tone:
But the girl shall never have the noble “ Dick, old boy, here is a charming vis- property, and poor Phil be turned off with ion to take with you into your gloomy a mere pittance. Never, never!'' chamber, and into your crooked lawyer So ran the soliloquy of the honorable puzzling and planning. Let it have a Chris- gentleman. The last words were uncontianizing influence !"
sciously spoken aloud.. Richard Merion had good cause to re- If Tim, who had come in rather abruptly, member that picture for many and many a to bring a glass of egg-nogg, with his masday, and it was stamped indelibly upon his ter's compliments, overheard them, there memory, though he half closed his keen was no sign of his interpreting them on his gray eyes, as if to shut out a sight which stolid countenance, as Mr. Richard's searchpricked him painfully. He saw them after ing glance assured hiin, and the latter rehe bad gone up into his chamber, dismissed tired to his bed, undisturbed by the cirhis valet, and settled himself down to look cumstance. over the obnoxious papers.
Meanwhile, below, in the cosy library, . Azain and again, between him and the sat Captain Alick in the great armchair, written pages floated that pretty picture. and on a footstool at his feet, with her fair The stalwart old navy captain, with his head against his knee, was the fairy-like grand, rugged, honorable face, one arm Genevieve, Captain Alick's hand lingered thrown around the sylph figure in the fleecy fondly amid the shining curls, and the snowy robe, with its broad black sash, its voice, with which he now and then adsweet innocent face upturned so confiding- dressed her, was broken and tremulous. ly and tenderly.
They had been talking about her mother. Many and many a night afterward the The blue eyes of the girl were like dewHonorable Richard Merton woke panting sprinkled violets, for the tears still clung and trembling from a dream in which the to the long lashes, smiling faces had suddenly changed into a “Ah, the parting with her was terrible!" solitary figure-a cold, stark, dripping sighed Genevieve's low sweet voice. “I corpse, with frozen glaring eye, and stiff thought I should not live to bear it, yet menacing finger.
now I am strangely comforted. She was so His lip curled scornfully now, unaware sad all her life, my poor mamma! How of the terrible power the vision should often have I wondered that my father's gain in the brief space of four-and-twenty death should have so completely broken hours. Unrolling the papers, he went her spirit. She only lived for my sake. O, through them rapidly, with absorbed atten- her tender devotion to me was a wondertion. When they were finished he Aung ful thing! Yet I am content to forego it,
if she is happy at last. And, somehow, I canny ways; that she disappears strangely, cannot think of her as lying in that far-off
wandering, one knows Sicilian grave; perhaps it is because she whither." sent me hither before the last hour, and so “ There will always be such idle stories spared my beholding that cherished form about so eccentric a person as Old Moll, laid in the cold ground. I cannot believe but you can credit my assurance, you will her dead; her living presence, her angelic always find her a true and faithful friend, love, seems to surround me everywhere. if anything should happen to me." And in you, dear friend, I have found a “O Captain Thurston, why do you say second parent. I hope some day I shall be that? what makes you look so grave and able to prove my gratitude. I have found sad?” cried Genevieve, the tears rising you just what my mother promised me, a again. “What indeed would become of noble, generous, true-hearted father. O me, if I lost you ?!! Captain Alick, you shall never repent your “ It is very silly in me. Hush, my darkindness!”
ling, don't cry again. I'm ashamed of “No, my child, I never shall," answered myself. It's one of my old sailor superstiCaptain Alick, drawing his hand across bis tions; a strange gloom has come upon me, eyes, aud speaking in an almost solemn a dreary foreboding of evil. I will shake tone.
it off.” And the noble old veteran laughed, There was a little pause, and then he and patted her cheek, and kissed her, and spoke again, more cheerfully.
calleil her many fond and silly names, and “And you are contented, Genevieve thought he had cheated her into believing you do not find this retired, lonesome place him jolly and merry again. But the same gloomy for such young fresh spirits ?” uneasy flicker was in his eye; ever and
“Gloomy, no indeed! I am charmed anon the grave weary cloud hung over his with all things. I should be wicked forehead. When she rose to say goodenough, to be dull, after all your efforts to night, he drew her gently towards him, put add to my enjoyment. I enjoy the pony so his hands upon her head, and gave her a much! I had such a fine canter early this solemn blessing. morning. And O, that reminds me of an When she had gone away, folding his adventure I met. I have seen Old Moll, hands behind him, Captain Alick walked as the housekeeper tells me she is called. to and fro for a long time, lost in a melanYou have such queer names in these parts. choly revery. Presently he went to the How like I was to laugh the first time you iron safe in one corner, unlocked it, and called Mrs. Bourne Widow Nancy, and took from it a small box of papers. He senow I do not mind it at all !”
lected one, and went to the table, reading While she was laughing in her pretty it carefully through. He folded it up with girlish way, Captain Alick looked down a heavy sigh, and leaned his head upon his earnestly into her face.
crossed arms, in the very attitude of a “You have seen Moll, Genevieve? I grieved schoolboy. am very glad of that."
“I shall not feel so forlorn, so terribly “I wonder why, Captain Thurston ?”' down-hearted in the morning," muttered
“Because she was one of your mother's he, lifting his head again. “I shall laugh few trusty friends. Genevieve, my dar- then at this nightmare." ling, if unforeseen events should happen, Presently, as if a new idea had come to confide implicitly in Old Moll; trust her him, he drew towards him the inkstand, fearlessly, obey her, if need be, go to her and then taking a formal-looking document, in any trouble for assistance. If you should wrote hastily across it, in his bold legible need protection, wbich Heaven forbid, but chirography, a few lines. This done, he if such a direful time should come, and seemed somewhat relieved; replaced the anything have happened to me, go to Old paper in the safe, locked it carefully, and Moll without a question of her faithful ringing the bell, summoned Tim to escort ness, or the real goodness under a strange him to his bedchamber. whimsical manner."
He came forth from it early in the morn“ The housekeeper spoke as if the ing, with a brighter face, and passed lightstrange woman was more feared than re- ly the chamber door of his guest. Only a spected in the place. She says she has un- few of the household were yet astir. His passage down stairs and out into the yard by the dead master of Thurston Cottage. excited from these no surprise or comment. I shrink in loathing of such base ingratiIt had been his invariable babit for ten tude, such treacherous friendship. But his years to take this morning bath, whether face was grave and solemn with decorous in the balmy air of summer, or beneath the sadness. He asked pertinent questions chilly winds of winter, if the ice did not concerning the hopelessness of further forbid the indulgence. Tim followed, to search, and commended the arrangement carry the towels and unmoor the boat. which bad sent a band of the stoutest swim
Captain Alick pushed off vigorously, and mers to explore the lake. He spoke soothTim sat down on the bank to await his re- ing, comforting words to still the grief of turn. The honest servant watched the the faithful servants, for Captain Alick was dancing boat with exulting pride at his not a master to be carelessly deplored. He master's continued strength and dexterity; expressed in words which drew tears from but presently grew a little sleepy, and all, his own bereavement, and then, and yawned, as he lazily switched off the bright not till then, he asked the question which heads of the flowers growing on the bank, had been printing its fiery letters on his and so his attention was momentarily brain, through the whole. diverted.
“ Had his beloved relative left the house He sprang to his feet, however, as there that night? Had he sent for any solicitor, came over the water a faint halloo, and or drawn up any instrument hiinself, that it looked eagerly towards the motionless might be his melancholy pleasure to see boat. The powerful swimmer had made faithfully carried out his dear friend's last his plunge; why did he not gain the boat ? wishes ?" for certainly, if Tim's eyes served bim “Ah sir," sobbed Tim, “it's little he right, the skiff was empty.
thought of this. He told me I was to go Tim darted along the bank to another over after breakfast for the lawyer, that he boat moored near by, and in a moment had wanted to make a change in his will. I'm skarted gallantly to the rescue. The white sure there is one now, but what there was foam flew from the flashing oars, the boat
he didn't like I'm sure it's out of my power spun over the waves as if propelled by arms to tell." of iron. Tim's eager eyes darted over the Richard Merton drew a long breath. water in wild horrified affright, as he came Nothing must be touched until the lawto the idly drifting boat, in which lay his yer comes. What a sorrowful ending is master's empty clothing. He shrieked that this to my visit !" master's name in a hoarse screaming voice, And with his cambric handkerchief over and then plunged frantically into the wa- his face, the honorable gentleman withter. Again and again poor Tim explored drew again to his chamber. the remorseless depths. In vain; and at In another room poor Genevieve was soblast, with a wail of anguish, the faithful bing in the good housekeeper's arms. The fellow, exhausted by his desperate efforts, sudden blow bad completely prostrated her sank helplessly upon the bottom of the hitherto elastic spirits. boat, and lay there in a kind of stupor. “O, what will become of me now, what
As strength returned, he roused himself, will become of me now?'' murmured sbe, and rowed slowly and disconsolately back, despairingly. while the empty boat, which had so long “And not a sparrow falleth to the ground been guided by the hand so helpless now, unmarked,” said a deep voice at the door. drifted behind him.
The sobbing woman turned with a start A ghastly face was it which poor" Tim of alarm. There on the threshold stood presented to the startled household, and the strange, weird figure of Old Moll. terrible tidings were those he bore. A wild “I hear that death is abroad, and I have tumult of lamentation and weeping roused come to listen to his preaching. A good Richard Merton, sleeping calmly in the man is gone-a mighty oak has fallen. chamber above.
Well may you weep, yet let your tears be He was met on the threshold by Tim's free from bitterness. Is it true, Nancy wretched story. I dare not picture what Bourne, that the cold waves cover the form thoughts leaped madly through the mind of of Alick Thurston ?” asked the woman, this man, who had been so tenderly beloved pushing away the straggling, snow-white
locks which streamed from her singular conscious of a strange thrill stealing into bonnet-a huge calash of green silk. her heart, at the earnest, impassioned tone.
“It is true," answered the housekeeper, “I am your mother's best friend, and with a fresh gush of tears.
yours, sweet child. Fear not! Have cour. “The Lord have mercy upon us all!" age! However dark your future may seem, ejaculated Moll, in a solemn voice. “Mys- Old Moll shall sometime prove a fairy godterious are his ways, and past finding out." mother, and bring you joy and peace.”
“It's little enough he thought of this, There was no time for Genevieve to reply. when he left us so bright and cheery this The housekeeper, followed by one of the morning-my dear, noble Captain Alick," maids, entered the room, and Old Moll, wailed the poor widow Nancy. “He was holding up a warning finger to repress the the best friend I had in the world !!!
girl's answer, fell back to her old position. "I have lost everything with him!'' add- In a few hours the house was filled with ed Genevieve, drooping her head again to
a crowd of shocked and sympathizing, or Mrs. Bourne's shoulder.
curious acquaintances. The lawyer had The old woman looked at them gravely, also arrived, and was closely closeted with and then dashed away a tear from her Richard Merton. The fact was dismally swarthy check, while she said in a peculiar, realized now by the whole household. The deep, hoarse voice:
genial, generous, kind-hearted inaster of “Be comforted, children. We must all Thurston Cottage was gone! die; for the just man, it is only gain, and
(TO BE CONTINUED.) such we can hope was Alick Thurston.”
"Can hope!” exclaimed the worthy house- “AULD ROBIN GRAY.”—Of the origin of keeper, in indignation. “If there is any one this favorite song a pleasant story is told. to doubt that angel's goodness, it should There was an old Scotch air (not, however, not be you, Old Moll, you whom he has be- to which the song is now sung, for that we friended against all the ill-will of the town.” owe to an English clergyman) of which
“I know, I know, he was a true friend. Lady Anne Bernard was very fond, and I shall not soon see his like. But where- which Soph Johnstone was in the habit of fore indulge in unavailing grief? I tell singing to words that were far from choice. thee, old woinan, Old Moll's is not a heart It struck Lady Aune that she could supply to harbor ingratitude."
the air with a tale of virtuous distress in A servant came to the door for the house- humble life with which all could sympakeeper, just then, and for a moment Old thize. Robin Gray was the name of a Moll was left alone with Genevieve. The
shepherd at Balcarres, who was familiar girl was startied, as the swarthy wrinkled with the children of the house. He had face was bent down bastily to hers and the once arrested them in their flight to an indeep voice whispered:
dulgent neighbor's. Lady Anne revenged * Child of Miriam, doubt not the good- this arrest by seizing the old man's name, will of Old Moll. Believe none of their and preventing it from passing into forgetshameful charges. He knew me better; fulness. While she was in the act of heapknew my mission, my devotion to you and ing misfortunes on the heroine, Jeanie, her to him. He contided to me what was close- sister Elizabeth, twelve or thirteen years ly kept from all else. lle promised me to Der junior, strayed into the little room,
and make a new will, and secure you from pov- saw “ Sister Anne” at her escritoire. “I erty. Has he done it?”
have been writing a ballad, my dear,” the "I do not know. I cannot tell, 1 am frank elder sister told her little confidant, sure,” faltered Miriam's daughter. “O, I and I am oppressing my heroine with cannot think of such things, now.
many misfortunes. I have already sent her only remember that I have lost his tender Jamie to sea, broken her father's arm, and love, his fostering care-that I am all alone, made her mother fall sick, and gave her utterly desolate."
auld Robin for a lover, but I wish to load Hush, hush, my child, that is false. her with a fifth sorrow in the four lines. You have Old Moll, a faithful devoted Help me, I pray.”—“Steal the cow, Sister friend, who will watch over you, who will Anne," said the little Elizabeth.—The cow work for you, who will love you always." was immediately lifted, and the song com
“Who are you ??? exclaimed Genevieve, pleted.
THE ANGEL OF THE WILDERNESS.
A TRAPPER'S STORY.
BY WILLIAM H. BUSHNELL.
These scars on my face? These seams on my brow?
How did I get them? The story is old. Years ago? Yes, and when younger than now
I thought not of danger-was reckless and bold. Would like to hear it? 'Twere better, far, told
Out in the prairie-amid scenes of strifeAmbushed in timber-hid by a stream,
And watching for Indians with rifle and knife.
Far from the buffalo, wolf and the deer,
And each breath is deep drawn, and each moment a few But as you will.
The story is this: Camping one night by a swift rushing floodA mountain born stream, pearly and clear,
Though often stained with the crimson of blood, All alone by myself, I fancied I heard
The plash of a paddle, dipped swiftly and strong;
But one who for life was crowding along;
From the roots of the pine, where iny bed I had made
From the thick needled branches I'd placed as a screon, I peered in the darkness, and saw a canoe
Speeding down like an otter the rushes between; A canoe madly driven-a girl young and tall, Whose black hair streamed out behind like a pall. One word in the tongue of the savage I breathed;
She stopped, trembled, answered, then leaped to my side, And the first glance I bad of her face and her eyes,
Made me know that for her I could live or have died ! A squaw? No, by heaven! her skin was as white
As the snow, never stained, on the top of the mountain, That only grows rosy by kiss of the sun
Or the breast of the swan newly washed in the fountain. A squaw? Not a dark drop of red blood within Her veins could be found to give taint to her skin. Few and low were our words. A captive, she fled
From the war-painted, black-hearted, thieving Pawnee, Who turn the fair garden of God into hell,
Make the prairies a graveyard—the rivers a sea
One kiss, and I swift stole away with my prize.
If you'd looked but just once in her radiant eyes;