The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1857-01-21

and oaten cakes, and then sailed forth.-
The storm had luI!cd, but the water was
still III violent state Of agitation, and the
vessel was no where to be seen.
| fear that our look out will be fruit.
less, said the youth
Fear nothing, replied the Hermit, 'fol-
low me- SO saying, he led him 60 The
beach. Ii was covered with sea-wrcck
but saving the plank which had been
washed ashore with the youth, there were
40 traces OF further loss
Had she struck OF toundered,' said the
Hermit, some part other wreck would have
been driited here. Trust me-, she has en-,
tere, some place Of safety. We will lauDch
tue boat aud make search
Returning TO the hut, they carried a
supply of Provisions toward tue boat which
the Hermit KEEP, for his own use in fish
ing.
Aud now, said he, ~ he opened IA
isrg: chest which he had on one side Of
the hut, YOU will requjre mouey->houd
y"n lose tins vessel to carry You on your
journey aud equip you. ! can convey
you to The nearest port, where you can sc.
cnr- one.--T,'te this and as he spoke,
lac pulled forth large bag, from which
he poured quautity of gold, which he
offered 10 the youth.
You mus: exc,sc me- said the youth,
as he slightly co!ored. Il have sufficient
supply "f gold stitched in aud about nv
person. am grateful to you ior your
kluI offer bul nnst l.,.ipn i,
The gold is of no Use To me-, rcjoiued
the Hermit, sigh,pg. The day was when
priced II, hut now it can only la,l INTO
the hands of ihe first person who enters
this is"nd, aud finds my corse mouIGcrlng
where die
And why lead SO lonely lie 4 sa d
the Youth, 'lhc world is all before YOU
Iou are Lot an aged man, and why bury
yourself ia such wild scclpsi0nr
When you know as much Of the world
as do said the hermit, you will shuu it
As do. You will find TOO many hollow
hearts IN 1t, nor eau YOU trust even the
wife of your own bosom
Your life has been cmhitlcr"d by some
private wrong said the youth, hes'ta;,ng
~.
II has. But come, we will search for
your vessel, and OH our voyage w!! tell
you more
Placing .he gold in his girdie, he walk
ed towards the boat. and With Tie ASSIST
ance Of the youth, pushed il into the wa
Ter, and set it afo"t. Spruging into it
followed by the iIcrmit's faithful dog, they
set sail, and career,ng over TIA. bright l.
lers, c,ui>cd amongst the various inlets
around.
! this wild scenery pleases you, said Tie
Hermit, smiling.
at does rejoined tie youth. II ia even
more beautiful than the sunny Azores, or
even the summer isles 1t reminds me
much Of The vexed Bcrmudas,' only the
scenery there is much more green aud
bright than this
'Av. and the waters more clear remark.
ed the Hermit.
Then you have been therel' said the
youth turning to him.
u have was the answer
MY mother resided long there said the
youDg man. It was before she went to
Cuba
'Cuba Cula y cried the Hermit. You
arouse strange feelings within my bosom
by the mention Of that name. Is your
mother IN life 2
'Shn is, nu. lives in almost complete
solitude
Does she reside abroad = inquired the
Hermit
No. She had some hopes that my faith
er was in lie, and lett Cuba to trace him
out. Oar search was ia vaIn.'
SIS 1t long since your father left Cuba 2
inquired the Hermit.
Yes. Indeed ii was shortly after my
birth
Was he 4 native OF Cuba I
No. He was a ScoIchE an
'Was your mother a native of Cubar
She was-hut of Euglisi, paren,age.
Her nslue 7 said The Hermit eagerly.
'Eugenia Osborn
Cod ot heaven 7 exclaimed the Hermit.
Your fathers name wss---
William Sinclair, was the answer,
which was scarcely st.erod, when the Her
NV WEN I" OItNe' Sfc"h, Suh oeeh W. ~
state OF insensibility. The young man
raised him and stro,e to recall him to life
At length his efforts were crowaed with
success, and the Hermit slowly opened
hIs eyes,aDd gazed with SO unesrIbly =
look. that the youth shruuk back with
horror from him.
You look strangely on me-, said the
young man ieellngly.
'Ay, no wonder was the answer.
Perhaps you knew my iatherf was
the cage, inquiry, AS the youth bent for
ward and csushl the band; but With "a
look of loathing he Withdrew his hand,
and Bitterly SAID
4 know your reputed father. But your
motler--you Say she llvesf
She does
Wa there no attempt made on her life,
There was but how l know aot--she
ever kept that secret
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