The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1846-10-02

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CHAPTER II.
Some proven maker. | f,tg teho. says God
bath givcn Ia suu,e men wisdom aud uudcrs'au-
d ~, aud to olhcrs the AIT Of playing the fiddle
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At the period of which we have
been speaking, and for a long time
subsequent thereto, there was no
such convenience as bridge from
one shore to the other, where the
causcway now is. The water was
rarely more than one or two feet
deep, so that cattle or carriages
could pass at all times without dan
gcror difficulty. But two large logs,
each partially hewn away,'had been
thrown across the channel, with a
railing on one side, for the accom-
mediation Of foot passengers. Over
this Luke and Mary had passed from
Wilson's, for a walk to the cottage
or upon the beach, to inhalc the cool
breeze from the water, or enjoy the
silvery light hhe moon, which was
| Just then at saIEaturity. Whatever
might have Seen their object, il any
beyond an idle ramble, it was sud-
denly forgotten on reaching the top
of the rising ground already indica-
ted the active eyes of Hathaway
having discovered the party from
the garden, as it retired within the
cottage.
| a new comcr,' said Luke, look
ing towards the door at which the
interlocutorS had entered.
Yes replied Mary cmphatically,
slipping her bonnet back. upon her
head, so as to exhibit her smiling
face-not, of course, to her attend
ant, but to the light of the moon.
AN old man, continued Luke
still keeping lis eyes fixed on Tia,
cottage door, as if lie expected t,
look through, or see it opcr.
more likely yourg one REPLIED
Mary, with an expression Of teasing
archness in her countenance.
Il am sure the stranger appeared
very aged said Luke. 'iie couil
not walk without leaning on the Wal.
poles
Presume you arc mistaken, Mr.
Hathaway replied the laughing
girl. The stranger, as you call him
should be quite young man, no
more than five and twenty at most
'You know him, them observed
Luke.
Now what would you give t,
know, Mr.. Hathaway?' replied Ma
ry, looking her attendant smiIin5l /,
in the face, as.she put the question.
perhaps he is lover of yours,
said Luke, choking and swaIlowin!
with great apparent difficulty.
Possibly replied Mary, still look
ing her anxious victim full in tn,
: face.
COR he may be one Of Caroline
friend p SAID Luke inquiringly !
throwing out tie suggestion with
r look Of stincd desperation, as if t
tempt her into a new train of banter
if such il were.
+ or he may nat be- replied Mary
folding her arms across her chest
and casting a look ofanXiety toward
the cottage door.
= Some vagabonA foreigner, doub
= not said Luke, 'Ned from iust.c,
+ like some other know Of. dom
f like folks who dare not tell wh0
= they have been
{ well, Luke, now that is anothe
t matter on which you and differ
replied Mary. Strange how differ
: ent we are! | like Mr.. and Mis-
Walpole yon don't. You can Civ
: no good reason why you DO not;
can why | do. We differ very niue!
t Mr.. Hathaway, that's fact
perhaps it may not always be =,
c Nary observed Luke, mournfull,
e Il see no hope to the contrary
o replied the laughing girl, stcppin
c slowly toward the garden fence.
J Luke followed, and both reachc
= and rested against the rails formin
= the enclosure. Their position bro
= the southern portion of the Wahtal
n gee directly before them. The moor
;" then some thirty degrees above tt
= horizon, was pouring down a foo
}. of clear light under the si!ycry tin
e of which the valley landscape seen
c ed quietly repoSig, like slecpiu
At infant resting from its gambols.-
e Patches Of stately forest, richly {,
lie vcrsided by every variety Of II,
and shrub, here and there decorate
id the southern and western margins
< the mimic lake, from whose miro
cd surface was reflected their dal
y, green foliage, then in the full bear
il ~ Of its summer perfection, Not
re ripple agitated the surface Of the W
Of ter, except at different points, VIII,
'c a gentle breeze descended as il
'c kiss its quiet bosom. The who
I'll scene was one of SurnaSSinu Lowell