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into giving me up, will yori, dear? “I'll not see you again for a day or You'll be true to me, Norah ?

two, will I ?" He looked at her wistfully and “I guess not,” said the young sadly, a strange foreboding of evil man, gravely; “but that won't coming over him.

break your heart, Norah. Shake “ Haven't I sworn it, Harry hands, my girl, before I go, and Duncan,” cried Norah, passion- don't let that fellow Michael be ately, "haven't I said I'll be your threatening you again. You tell wife, and no other man's, by the him bold out you're my promised kind heavens above us, and is it wife, and he'll let you be, never fear. doubting me you are? I'll be true He's hankering on, thinking he'll to you in life and in death, and get you. Good night, Norah dear, never a thought will I give to and the good God keep you.” Michael White or the bravest man With a heavy heart, Harry Dunalive. Why will ye ask me, and can left her; and as Norah watched what is it that makes ye down and his retreating figure, a terrible feelsad? Oh, Harry, Harry, I'd die if ing of desolation crept over lier, and aught happened to you, my lad, so but for very shame she would have don't be frighting me with your run after bim and begged him not looks and your questions."

to go, to wait but one day before he She rose to her feet, her blue started. But she controlled herself, eyes sparkling with tears, and ber and with a heavy sigh she entered pretty mouth quivering, and Ilarry the cabin. lifted her bundle, and they prepared to descend.

There were strange tales whisper“D'ye see that bold ship, Harry?" ed of Michael White, and how he she cried, as she looked seaward lived. He had no apparent trade, and pointed to the gray horizon, but yet never seemed to want on which an evening fog was rising; money; he spent a greater part “she's standing for bere, with her of his time in lounging about the sails all set. Look, Harry; she's cliffs, and would lie, hour after hour a brave sight.”

sometimes, seemingly balf asleep, The young sailor turned, and gazing out to sea, and then would shading his eyes with his hand, vanish for several days together, looked long and carnestly.

none knew where. Those who " 'Tis a man-o'-war,” he said, at passed his lonely cottage on the length; "and she's making for here; downs late at night averred that but she'll tack, you may be sure, there were bright lights in his winfor what would she want here?” dow, and loud noises, and old men

" Ah, well, I must be going shook their heads, with meaning home," said Norah, turning reluc- looks, but none gave utterance to tantly away. “Aunt Jenny will be the suspicions that all shared. wondering what's come to Norah disliked him excessively, all Come, Harry."

the more for his avowed preference They proceeded towards the vil- for her, and hoped that after the lage, pausing now and then to gaze decided rebuff she had now given on the moon, which was slowly ris- him, be would cease to persecute ing in all her splendor behind the her. For a few days afterwards he cliffs, but at length they stood at certainly avoided her, but Norah the little wicket-gate of Norali's was far too deeply engrossed in home.

another thought to notice it now. “You'll be away early, Harry, Harry Duncan had been gone three I'm thinking,” she said, half sadly, days longer than she had ever as she took her bundle from him. known him stay away, and she

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began to scan the horizon out to sea her-of a broken heart. But Norah with very anxious eyes.

did not die. The months crept “ He will not come," she mur- slowly by, the trees grew golden, mured, sinking down on the grass then brown, and then bare, the days with tearful eyes on the evening of were short and cold, and Winter the third day. “I shall never see gave notice that he meant shortly him again. Oh, Harry, why did I to make his appearance, but still let you go? The heart was heavy Norah took her work daily to the witbin me when se left me, for I spot upon the cliffs where she had felt as I'd see you no more. Oh, last sat with Harry, and in spite of Harry, my darlin', what wouldn't the biting winds and frozen grass, I give to see your bonny face wept bitter tears bour after hour again?”

over the stone that was to her like And a wili wail of passionate the tombs of her lost one. Meangrief burst from the poor girl, as while, Michael White began once she sat wringing her bands on the more to persecute her with his lonely clitt. At last, with a heart presence, and finding out her daily oppressed with heavy forebodings, haunt, sought her there again and she slowly descended the narrow again, sitting by her side and strivbroken path, and entered the cot- ing to cheer her, and lead her into tage where she lived. Her aunt sat conversation, but carefully avoiding on a low stool near the fire, where as yet all words of love, that she the kettle was boiling for tea; the might have no excuse for repeating tears were running down her bronz- her former relutf. But poor Norah ed cheeks as fast as they could chase could not endure his presence at a each other, but she brushed them spot that seemed sacrel, in her away as Noralı entered, and rising loving fancy, to her lost Harry. quickly bent over the kettle, and She did not wish to be cheereil; she listed the lid.

liked to buy her grief, and muse and " You're late, Noral girl," she weep over the happy days of old; said, in tones that she vainly and with pleading eyes she would endeavored to steady ; " where sadly say, “Oh, Michael, let ine have you been? It's time tea was be! Sure, l'ın too sad to talk to laid."

ye. Won't you please, leave me But her nicce did not heed the alone? It's poor company I

am, question. Stepping bastily up to with my heart buried in the sea.” her, she laid her hand on Mrs. But Michael was not to be dauntGrey's arm, and staring almost ed. " It's bad for you, my girl,” fiercely into the face of her aunt, he would answer. "I know you're exclaimed, “Don't be hiding it grieving sore for him that's dead from me, Aunt Jenny. For the and gone; but you're yomg yet; love of heaven, tell me quick. Is maybe you'll smile again when the it Harry ?"

spring comes, and the winter is * It is,” sobbed Mrs. Grey; "he's over.” gone, poor boy. They've just found " Will I smile when Harry lies his boat, bottom uppermost. My dead ?" cried the poor girl, with poor girl, don't take on. It's the streaming ejes.

" Will I be glad Lord's doing. The good God has that the heavens are blue over his taken him.”

grave? Will I care that the flowers

bloom again, when he is not here The bright eyes grew dull and to pick 'em for me? No, no, Michael heavy, the rosy cheeks paled, and white; I'll never smile again. My the neighbors said that Noralı Grey heart is broke entirely." would die as her mother had before When she found that he sought

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her still, she avoided the spot, and her work, she rested her head upon wandered instead along the shore her hand, and gave way to her sad beneath the tall cliffs, shuddering as thoughts. A A man was coming the thought occurred to her that along the shining wet sands toHarry's bones might be wbiten- wards her, and she dreamily watching somewhere among the crags. ed him as each firm tread seemed Michael White sought her in vain to dry the circle of sand around his at her accustomed seat, and inly foot, and again as it was lifted to cursing her obstinacy, descended leave it wetter than before. He into the village, to see if he could was dressed in the uniform of the find her, or whether she were ill. Navy, and with his hands clasped But Mrs. Grey, who liked him as behind his back, and his head little as her niece did, shirked his bent down, strode rapidly on, as if questions, and refused to tell him engrossed in thought. What was where Norah was gone.

it that made Norah turn crimson “She'll not be wanting you, I'm to the roots of her wavy hair, and thinking, Michael White,” she an- then again as pale as ashes, as swered brusquely. “ The poor he neared her, and while her heart girl's heart is nigh broke, and she's beat so that she could hear it, lay best alone. She ain't company for down her work on the rock beside none now, poor dearie; the good her, and rise to her feet? The Lord pity her.” And Michael sailor raised his head. Could the strode away with muttered impre- grave give up its dead, or the waves cations, and all the more deter- their prey ? One cry from his lips mined to gain bis object.

of Norah, my darling !” and she Thus the winter passed slowly was in his arms, crying, laughing away; and one bright afternoon in by turns, and vainly trying to speak spring, Norah sat on a large rock to him. His story was soon told; at the foot of the cliff, knitting with how his boat had been capsized in rapid fingers, and ever and anon a squall, and how he had clung on raising her sad eyes to watch the to its upturned keel until picked white sails that passed along the up by the very man-of-war that he horizon. She was sadder than and Norah had watched on the usual that afternoon, for as she evening before he started. The came over the beach she had seen captain was short of bands, owing all the fishermen putting off their to a fever that had carried off several boats to try their luck, and the of his men; and, glad of so stalwart scene brought back with painful a substitute, had taken poor unwillvividness old sunny days when she ing Harry to the coast of Africa. had

gonie down to wish Harry good That was how poor Norah through luck, and watch his vessel disap- eight long months had nearly broken pear across the tossing waves that her heart over the dead love that

washed over his whitened had never been dead. Loud and bones. She no longer gave way to long were the rejoicings of the vil. wild bursts of passionate grief, but lage over the return of the lost one, as her heavy feet wandered towards for Harry was a general favorite; her hiding-place, large scalding and the young man laughingly detears rose to her eyes, and rolled clared that his arm was totally useslowly down her sad white face, less, owing to the severe shakings silent witnesses of the bitter grief it had had since he made his apwitbin. And as the blue wool pearance. He did not have to beg jerked and flew over her active fin- very hard to induce Norah to promgers, deep sighs rose unbidden to ise to be his wife at once ; and the her lips, till at length laying down banns were put up on the follow

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ing Sunday at the tiny church on climbing on to a huge boulder, she the downs. But there was one to sat down to wait till its receding whom his return gave no pleasure, waves should leave the dark bronzebut, on the contrary, filled his heart green masses bare, for her to gather with rage and hate. As Michael the full round pods that contained White, with livid face and close-set the pulp ordered for Mrs. Penn's mouth, heard the two names called bad leg. At first she sat patiently, (for be was at church, having been her thoughts full of her approachtold Norah was to be asked), being marriage, and the cosy little inly vowed that while he lived cottage that she and Harry were Norah Grey should never be Harry to share, not three hundred yards Duncan's wife.

from the home that had been hers

for twelve years; but happiness is PART II.

restless, and soon, springing to “WHERE's Norah this afternoon, her feet, she proceeded to climb Mrs. Grey ?” asked Harry Duncan, the cliff to peer into a wide and as he stood at the cottage door deep crevice that her quick eye one day, about a week before his had detected some yards above marriage.

her head. From point to point Mrs. Grey came to the door she climbed, clinging to projecting with her chubby baby in her arms. pieces, for it was a very perilous ** Well, Harry, she's gone along path, but Norah was as active as a the shore to the rocks to gather sailor boy, and soon stood panting rack," she answered. “Mrs. Penn, and breathless in what seemed to she've got a bad leg, and the doctor be a tiny cavern. When she had told her to put rack poultices to a little recovered her breath, she it. Her girl ain't in to-day, so proceeded to explore it, and to her Norah said as she'd fetch it. You'll surprise found that it extended find ber easy on them rocks off to- deep into the cliffs, and there were wards Smugglers' Creek."

signs of its having been at some Harry shook his head smilingly. time or other inhabited, for broken * I can't go after her, Mrs. Grey," boxes and empty bottles were scathe answered. “I must go to Ad- tered carelessly, and pieces of cord dleton to make some purchases. and a man's hat lay in one dim Time's getting on. Only eight corner. As Norah's eyes rested days more, you know.”

on the latter, a sudden suspicion He strode away with a happy made her stoop to examine it. As langh, calling back to say, “ Tell she did so, a: heavy hand was laid Norah I'll look in as I come home, on her shoulder, and starting up somewhere about nine o'clock.” with a cry of fear, she found herHe was gone, bright and happy, self face to face with Michael up the cliff path and across the White. For some seconds they downs, towards the little town of stood gazing at each other in siAddleton, all unconscious of the lence, both secretly astonished at black cloud that was gathering the sight of the other. Then Miover his head. Meanwhile Norah, chael spoke. with the light free step of former " I've often heard that the devil days, and the roses more helps his own," he said, in low blooming in her cheeks, proceeded harsh tones, with a sneering smile; to the rocks that at low tide were “ so I suppose he brought you cov with the seaweed she here. What are you looking for, sough. She reached the rocks, a and how came you here ?” good two miles from the village; Norah's heart beat fast and but the tide still covered them, and thick, as she realized how completely she was in this man's “Let me think, Michael White," power; but with an unsbrinking she said, quietly. "I love Harry eye, and a defiant loss of her head, Duncan, and I hate you. But life she said, “And what is that to is sweet. Give me time to think it you, Michael White ! Sure, I'm over.” The man laughed a fiendish as free to come here as yourself?” laugh. “Aye, aye,” he said, “you

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"Perhaps so," returned the shall have time to think it over; other, with a short laugh ;* “but but you're not going to stay here, not quite as free to go, as you'll and escape as you came, or let find. Have you told your lover, young Duncan come and fight for Harry Duncan, to meet you here? you. Come with me;” and be because, if so, you'll mayhap bave seized her hand. the satisfaction of seeing him take Norah shook him off with flasha leap from the cliff.”

ing eyes. “Let me be !” she exNorah made no reply. She felt claimed angrily; “ I'll pot stir.” that this was no time or place to But Michael took a small bottle rouse the man's fierce temper. from bis pocket, and pouring some She was completely in his power; of its contents on bis handkerchief, Harry was the only person likely hastily Aung the latter over her to come and look for her, and Mi. face, and held it there by sheer chael looked quite capable of doing force. In vain Norah struggled. as be implied, and tossing him The chloroform was too powerful from the cliff, for he was a large for her; her brain reeled, and she and powerful man, and stopped short became senseless. When she came of nothing when he was in a passion. to herself, she was lying on a “ Have you thought it all over,

coarse blanket in a little cave, Noralı ?” he said, in a quieter tone, which was dimly lighted by a hole after she had stood some time in through the side, far above her silence; “do you see how com- head. At first her eyes could displetely I have got you now? If tinguish nothing, so dim was the you have, you will listen reasona- liglit, and so confused her brain bly to what I say. I never meant from the effects of the drug; but to let you marry Harry Duncan; gradually she could distinguish but if I had, this act of yours large bales of goods in sackcloth 'would have stopped it. You have wrappers, barrels, and boxes, here one choice before you-to vow to and there an empty bottle, a broken be my wife, and never to breathe a pipe, and a box of matches, and word of this cave to living mortal, the strong wooden door that kept or—" he paused, and then added, her a prisoner. A prisoner she in a lower tone—“ to go where you was, and no mistake; and the more can tell no tales."

she thonglit it over, the more helpHe ceased, and Norah, brave as less did she feel. she was, felt a cold shudder creep She lay on her blanket, for her down her. She knew he was not a head ached and swam, and she man to say more than he meant, feared lest any movement should and guessing that the tales men bring the hated Michael again bewhispered of him were true, and fore her eyes. It seemed that that this was the cave in which his hours since she came to herself had smuggled goods were concealed, passed, whien he opened the door, she knew that he would not let her and stood gazing at her. Norah escape to reveal the secret of it. did not move or raise her eyes. She felt that the two alternatives "Sulking ?” he said, with were equally borrible, and yet slight sneering laugh ; " well, that could see no escape from them. won't hurt you, or anybody else.

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