Year: 1859

blue waters of the Narraganset Bay, ther,
is small town, in itself paradise -
Wide, clean streets, shaded on either sid,
by trees Of giant growth, where the nois,
hustle of hurried crowds never falls upor
the ear, make it indeed pleasant home.


Though the name is seldom heard, i
bears an important part in the history Of
the past. There lived and died the cele
brated Philip, the last of noble race
and the little hill bearing the name Of
Mount Hope, still remains covered with
forest trees, under whose shade the rude
homes were raised.


philips seat is even now pointed out
to the few visitors There ii is, a small
stone chair, with back of huge rock ris-
ing fifty feet into the air, covered with
green ivy. At the foot flows small clear
spring, whose waters ON a burning day
retain an icy GOODNESS.


This is not all in the history Of this
spot Many years since, when on a sum-
mer morning the sun rose bright and clear
above Mount Hope, its beams fell upon a
strange sight, for there in the waters of
the bay was ranged the warlike feet of
England's king.


The peaceful inhabitants thronged the
shore with staring eyes, and wondered
what it meant The sun rose higher, and
the only sign of life was a small boat
leaving one of the ships and nearing the
shore. AS the boat grounded up the hard
sand, young officer leaped upon the
beach and demanded an interview with
the principal men of the town. At this
summons four gray haired men stepped
forth, and through them, in the name of
the king, demand was made for one
hundred sheep upon refusal of which
the town would be destroyed.


The answer to the strange demand came
at once-a decided refusal SASS.


Astonished at such boldness, the young
officer granted two hours longer for con-
sideration, and returned to his ship.


An hour passed and no answer came,
the shores were deserted, and no sign of
life was visible. Another hour moved
slowly onward, and e'er the last stroke of
the iron tongue ceased to echo, light
cloud of smoke rose from the ships, and
over the water came the dull roar of can
non. Crash after crash followed in quick
succession; and not until the fact was be-
fore them that the town was doomed, did
they deem it best to accede to the demand.


A flag was run up from the old market
near the shore, the roar of artillery ceased,
and boat after boat went to and fro, carry
ing the number of sheep required. AS
the sun went down, way off in the distant
south was seen the fast receding sails that
bore away so much treasure. Evening
brought its wonted quiet, and here and
there small groups of men talked over the
recent invasion and vowed revenge. 1t
came few years later, and in the wake of
richly laden ships hovered the daring
privateer. To this day the successful voy-
ages of some Of them cannot be accounted
for.


But we will dwell no longer on tales of
war-our story is one of peace.


In one Of the shaded streets of this
place stood at this period large mansion
built of wood, owned and occupied by MIR.
Alltrieve--a man reputed weaththy and
greatly beloved by all who knew him for
his many deeds Of charity. His only
child-Julia-now grown to womanhood,
was his hearts idol His wife had been
dead some years, and this his daughter,
was all in all to him.


Without describing her features, save to
say that none looked upon them that called
them not beautful-her mind was the
gem, the true worth. She was of deter
mind nature, yet gentle in her greeting
And this was the one who had so deeply
wounded the hard heart of our friend,
Walter Maurey, who was by some strange
coincidence, spending few weeks in that
place, in blissful ignorance how near he
was to the only one he loved


One Sabbath afternoon, Walter Maurey
found himself beneath the roof. of the
village church, listening with more than
common interest to the solemn service
and more than once he fancied, as the
hymns of praise went heavonward, that
he knew voice that rose so sweet and
clear above them all, but he would make
no show of idle curiosity by gazing around
him, so he patiently awaited the conclu-
sion Of the now tedious service and al
most the last in the parting throng came
Julia Alltriye. Their eyes met. and a
CLEAN of recognition lighted up the face
of each; but neither bowed, for they were
strangers as yet.


A few days more, and Walter Maurey
was a constant visitor to the home of Julia
AlltreiVe, but he wore an air Of one in
doubt. Though far from being vain, he
knows that he is young, rich, and some
say very fine looking, but in Julia this is
lost. He walks beside her, rides long
hours with her for companion, and to-
gethor they sing the songs they both love
yet there is a reserve about her, and with.
out knowing why, he finds the pretty love
compliments of every day lost upon hel
ear. He touches upon sentiment, she
laughs offended he leaves her; she does
not call him back, yet he tarries not Ions
away.


At evening, as they stroll arm in arm
beneath the trees, murmuring soft words
of friendship, she wishes the morrow {
pleasant one, that she may ride. Tht