Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-03-14
THE SMUGGLER'S DAUGHTER
To becoRtinaed.
BY MISS NJ. MILES.

BY MISS NJ MILES.
Star after star had come forth, and the clock
of the old church of the village had pealed
forth the midnight hour as Roland Cranstoun
knelt for his mothers blessing. On the NOR
row he was to go forth from the familiar
scenes of his boyish days, to tempt the wild
waste of ocean; and the sweet spell of posey
was on his spirit as he murmured forth
pray for me mother pray that no blight
May come DER my hopes and prospects bright,
Pray that my days may be long and fair,
Free from the withering touch of CARE
And most feryently did the mothers prayer
go up amidst the deep hush of midnight.
Roland Cranstoun's step had ever been
amidst lordly halls; but his father was dead,
leaving him but younger sons portion and
naughty spirit for an inheritance. The army
was open to him, and soon the name Of Capt.
Craastoun was read in the public papers of the
day, and that his regiment ordered abroad.
ssWhat though these broad lands are mine,
brother, a~e not our hearts the same as in the
days of our boyhood! Stay with your kindred,
Roland, stay to witness my happiness, and my
sweet Anna shall be to you sister,
Roland Cranstoun wrung his brothers. hand
with strong feeling, and there was slight qui-
yer of his proud lip as he answered: 81 know
your generous spirit Henry; know what sa
crifce, but you must have the means Of sup
porting the dignity of our ancient house, and
could not brook dependence. Don temptmc
my brother; must go forth unshrnkingy."
The morning dawned fair and bright but
there was Is vacant seat at board and
hearth - and the inmates of Crarstoun Alb
bey felt as if one CLEAN of sunshine had de-
parted from their dwelling:
Speed on. speed on, thou gallant bark
Thy flag is waving free,
And let the ocean caves give forth,
fitting minstrelsey!-
And Roland Cranstoun was pacing the deck
of the gallant ship with thoughtful brow but
proud step, as the merry shores of England
receeded from view.
.sWhither are those sghs waited, Grams
toun, my good fellow % asked brother Off
Ger, upon whose arm leaned young and beau
tiful female. sis there any maiden fair
Weeping in lonely bower?'
s.No. 1 am free, but my thoughts were
homeward bound, Sedley -
$50 would mine be,'' replied his friend,
and kindred to follow soldiers fortunes;''
and the look of fondness that he cast upon
the young being beside him, showed how
much he felt her devoted love. Come,
must introduce you to to Mrs. Sedey.'
Sedley and he had been friends from their
earliest days. but the formers duties the last
two years had cast their lots in different pa-
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feeling that they met previous to their embar-
kation on board the same ship. He had recent
ly married his cousin, and to Roland she soon
became almost as sister; so confiding was she
in her friendship for her husbands friend.
''Do you know who that young girl is, Ro-
land,'' she asked one day, just as they came
in view of their ':destined hayen;'' 81 have
noticed her earnest gaze more than once, fix
cd upon you. There is something singulary
beautiful about her face
~ have seen those brilliant eyes before,
am sure, but where I cannot think There.
she has vanished again. They say yon dark
browed subaltern is her father land that he has
forbidden her appearing on deck. Her face
haunts me like some vision of my childhood. -
s.Her name is Florence, so heard them call
her, said Sedley joining them, 'sbut her faith
er, Cranstoun, do you know him ''' and shade
of anxiety passed over the face of the speaker.
sNo know no one by the name of Ridg-
ley why do you ask 7''
"Only to bid you be on your guard; I fear
he means you some evil"
eMe!'' but ere he could give expression to
his astonishment, the glad shout of the seamen
and soldiers. as they neared the shore, called of
their attention and the conversation dropped.
s.Spain! sunny Spain Oh, there is breath
ing beauty beneath thy skies" murmured the
young officer, as he was wandering forth one
evening. His regiment was stationed not far
from -, the then seat of war though as yet
they had seen no actual service. He was alone
and sad, for his dreams were of the ssancient
Abbey;'' and the voices of his kindred SEEM
ed bent with the evening winds signing