Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1882-02-16

Alikc hCIc IUCN, saw biiO O1SAAAA
OF scar on Suzette's forehead line;
And buth, it SO befell,
LoI I'd the hereto stranger well.
Both were pleasant to look upon,
But the heart of the skipper clave to one
Tho less by his eye than heart
He knew the twain apart.
Despite of ellen, race, and creed,
Well did his wooing of Marguerite
speed,
And the mothers wrath was vail
As The sisters jealous pain.
The shrill-tongued mistress her hous'
forbade,
And solemn warning was sternly said
By the black-robed priest whose
AS law the hamlet heard.
But, half by voice, and half by signs,
The skipper said, "a warm sun shines
On the green-backed Merrimac;
Wait, watch, till 1 come back.
"And when you see from my masthead
The signal fly of kerchief red,
My boat on the shore shall wait,
Come, when the night Is late"
Ali weighed with childhood's haunts
and friends,
And all that the home sky overbends,
Did ever young love fail
To turn the trembling scale?
Under the night, on the wet sea sand,
Slowly unclasped their plighted hands,
One to the cottage hearth,
a nd ono Tn hia sailors hertz
What was it the parting lovers heard
Nor leaf, nor ripple, nor wing of bird,
But listeners stealthy tread
On the rock-moss, crisp and dead.
He weighed his anchor and fished once
more
By the black coastline of Labrador;
And by love and the north wind
driven,
Sailed back to the Island Seven.
In the sunsets glow the sisters twain
Saw the Breeze come sailing in again;
Said Suzette, "Mether dear,
The heretic's sail is here"
$50, Marguerite, to your room and hide;
Your door shall be boltedP' the mother
cried;
While Suzette. i'll at ease,
Watched the red sign of the Breeze.
At midnight down to the waiting skiff
She stole in the shadow of the cliff;
And out of the bays mouth ran
The schooner with maid and man.
And all night long on restless bed,
Her prayers to the Virgin Marguerite
said;
And thought of her lovers pain
Waiting for her in vain.
But when she saw thro' the misty pane,
The morning break on the sea of rain,
Could even her love avail
To follow his vanished sail?
Meantime the Breeze, with favoring
wind,
Left the rugged Moisic hills behind,
And heard from an unseen shere
The falls of Manitou roar.
On the morrow's morn, in the thick, |
gray weather
They sat on the reeling deck together
Lover and counterfeit
OF hapless Marguerite.
With lovers hand, from her forehead
fair
He smoothed away her jet-black hair,
What was it his fond eyes met?
The scar of the false Suzette.
Fiercely he shouted: s"Bear away
East by north for Seven Isles BayP'
The maiden wept and prayed,
But the ship her helm obeyed.
Once more the Bay of the Isles they
found;
They heard the bell of the chapel sound,
And the chant of the dying sung
In the harsh, wild Indian tongue.
A feeling of mystery, change, and awe,
Was all they heard and all they saw;
Spellbound the hamlet lay II
In the hush of its lonely bay.
And when they came to the cottage door
The mother rose up from her weeping
sore, 4
And with angry gestures met
The scared look of Suzette. r
sHere is your daughter" the skipper
said,
"Give me the one love instead"
But the woman sternly spake:
"Go see if the dead will wakef'
He locked. Her sweet face still and Z
white
And strange in the MONDAY taper light, G
She lay on her little bed,
With the cross at her feet and head. a
In passion of grief the strong man bent Il
Down to her face, and kissing it, went g
Back to the waiting Breeze, G
Back to the mourfful seas. lo
Never again to the Merrimac -
Ind Newbury's homes that bark came n
back, a,
Whether her fate she met ar
On the shores of Caraquette. h
discon, or Tracadie, who can sayP
|ut even yet at Seven Isles Bay "a
Is told the ghostly tale sc
OF a weird, uDspoken sail. ye
q the pale, sad light of the Northern to
I day, in
aen by the blanketed Montagnais, 60
Or squaw, in her small kyack, 20
Crossing the specter's track. ou