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spook ere the morning sun had disappeared
there she still lay, the same beautiful thing
rs before, inctloness and silent Oh the
bosom of the calm river. But the wild
unwonted music of the night had not been
monopolized, and to those who had been
so fortunate as to catch the unearthlv
strain, it afforded 4 frequent and fertile
theme for conversation. But there were
who thought that there was one not so
entirely ignorant of the strangers purpori
as she might have wished to appear, and
the little residence OF Charlotte Kearnev
was that place by no means unfrequented.
But Notwithstanding the prylng and peer
OF Dame Goo'zerven, the cross question
| ings of Died 'icb,s skll:ul mother, and the
glance of Hans VIoetuppcrtausehp
specialized spouse the maiden remained
| ca I'm and unabasked. Her answer to her
| FREQUENT interrogaters were pyomp', pleas
ant and unheslia,ing, and one after one
they were all forced to betake themselves
unsa'lsfied to their respective dwellings
with the pleasing reflection Of returning as
wise as they came. But the curiosity I'M
satisfied by fact, found relief IN the ma
zas OF fiction and many, ere night. were
the rumorS hat circunvolved the common
from hamlet to hamlet. One had seen
Charlotte Kearney leave her dwelling at
the honr ofmIdng and proceed unattended
toward the mysterious brig. Another had
seen tall, whiskered, fierce looking fell
low proceed from the river towad the
maden's house. But the widest and most
improbable story Of ALL and that which
was least credited, was circulated, by the
tlmid Jacobus. He averred that returning
home late that night, he had seen young
man standing beneath the little vne>cov
cred window, and three back fellows with
him. That the black fellows each carried
a bundle on his head. something in his
hand, and wore big bagging pantalouns--
That he he'd not proceeded far beyond
CharIotte's house, when a wild unearthly
strain OF music swept down upon the breeze
"and linking" honestly confessed Jacobus.
as he was relating the phenomenon to an
Englshman, "dat ter sDooks or ter spu-
t"raduvvels wash tair, | did run Bot the
story of honest Jacobus was altogether so
improbable that but little credit was given
10 IT.
The Smugger's Nook was a basin E a
lonely spo, on the bank Of the river, over
, shaded by vas. gigantic trees. large
gray rock on the bank above had been
gradually undermined by the swelling rains
ard giving way it had finally rolled down
on 10 the floor of the basin, where. 10. the
last century, it had rested on the very
waters edge. It's base was laved anC
, cliafed by the wavelels OF the river in then
mimic wrath. until by successive trltura
: ton hollow had been gradually washed
IN the soft stone which gave, at the lnhu,
Of every little ripple, a low, moaning
sound From this circumstances it haC
been chrlsened. The Moaning Rock.
! 1t was at this place that Lovel was to me
, =, his be'rolhed
| The broad red moon was Just peerns
, above the horizon, and assuming bright
er aud gayer hue, as the coat shot swift
into the cove and ran directly for the stone
The two sltters jumped ashore, and one
of them stepped hnrredly around the roc!:
}, On reaching his companlon,he exclaimed
Gray. they are not here"
"Not here, Lovc /! Why, it is past th'
hour, and-'
, "lIafk! bark SAID Lovel. IN a low ln
. lie bounded up the bank, and. in a mo
moment, returned, accompanied but b.
f one. Another moment and Susan Wal
/ worth was by the side of gray
But where is Charlotte ?" inquired Lo
. vel, hurrIedy aud hastily, Of the trembling
girl.
She should be here" replied Susan
she appointed to meet Inc here with the
moon"
i Lowell besitated e moment, ascenGe,
n the bank, and then returned.
Gray" said he, "if you love Susan Wal
worth, 1t may be both safe and expedlen'
to return aboard with her. will remain
here, and the boat, after leaving you, Wi
return"
The boat showed off and rapid stroke
, soon carried her beyond sight IN the dis,
lance. Lowell, with folded arms, was lean
ing against the rock, still regarding the
spot where she disappeared in the mist,
: uncertainty, when Il slight rustlng attrac
ted his attention. He turned, and Char
lote Kearney, his own, dear, beautiful
Charlotte. stood beside him
There were two happy hearts in the
Smuggler's Nook that night and the 81
lence was first broken by The audible sob;
OF the weeping girl
my mother Oh, Lovel, it is not sor.
= row to go with you-but leave my dea
mother. who has ever been kind aud affec
t tlonate-even to anticipate my wishes.
word, a look from me, has been law tC
e her and now, leave her and my sisle
Kate-my playmate and sister -secretl,
and s'ealthlly, without even the mournfu
= consolation of a final farewell -
; Il will be, my own dear girl. both moth
e or and sister to you and the heart that
bas nlanaa md tho nj thot ho,