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take a look out of this little window while you
read it."

" Pray no, sir ! I should be hurt. We should
all be hurt. My brother couldn't know it would
fall into such hands as yours."

The captain sat down again on the foot of
the bed, and the young man opened the folded
paper with a trembling hand, and spread it on the
table. The ragged paper, evidently creased and
torn both before and after being written on, was
much blotted and stained, and the ink had faded
and run, and many words were wanting. What
the captain and the young fisherman made out
together, after much re-reading and much hu-
mouring of the folds of the paper, was this :







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The young fisherman had become more and
more agitated, as the writing had become clearer
to him. He now left it lying before the captain,
over whose shoulder he had oeen reading it, and,
dropping into his former seat, leaned forward on
the table and laid his face in his hands.

"What, man," urged the captain, "don't
give in ! Be up and doing, like a man !"

" It is selfish, I know but doing what, doing
what ?" cried the young fisherman, in complete
despair, and stamping his sea-boot on the
ground.

" Doin<* what ?" returned the captain.
" Something ! I'd go down to the little break-
water below, yonder, and take a wrench at one
of the salt-rusted iron-rings there, and either
wrench it up by the roots or wrench my teeth
out of my head, sooner than I'd do nothing.
Nothing !" ejaculated the captain. " Any fool
or faint-heart can do that, and nothing can come
of nothing Which was pretended to be found
out, I believe, by one of them Latin critturs,"
said the captain, with the deepest disdain ; " as
if Adam hadn't found it out, afore ever lie so
much as named the beasts !"

Yet the captain saw, in spite of his bold
words, that there was some greater reason than
lie yet understood for the young man's distress.
And he eyed him with a sympathising curiosity.

" Come, come !" continued the captain.
" Speak out. What is it, boy ?"

" You have seen how beautiful she is, sir,"
said the young man, looking up for the moment,
with a flushed face and rumpled hair.

" Did any man ever say she warn't beauti-
ful ?" retorted the captain. " If so, go and lick
him/'

The young man laughed fretfully in spite of
Himself, and said, "It's not that, it's not
that."

" Wa'al', then, what is it ?" said the captain,
in a more soothing tone.

The young fisherman mournfully composed
himself to tell the captain what it was, and
began : " W$ were to have been married next
Monday week "

" Were to have been !" interrupted Captain
Jorgan. " And are to be ? Hey ?"

Young Raybrock shook his head, and traced
out with his forefinger the words " poor father's
jive hundred pounds" in the written paper.

" Go along." said the captain. " Eive" hundred
pounds? Yes?"

"That sum of money," pursued the young
.fisherman, entering with the greatest earnest-
ness on his demonstration, while the captain
eyed him with equal 'earnestness, "was all my
late father possessed. When he died, he owed
no man more than he left means to pay, but lie
had been able to lay by only five hundred pounds."

"Eive hundred pounds," repeated the cap-
tain. "Yes?"

" In his lifetime, years before, he had ex-
pressly laid the money aside, to leave to my
mother like to settle upon her, if I make my-
self understood."



" He had risked it once my father put down
in writing at that time, respecting the money
and was resolved never to risk it again."

"Not a spectator," said the captain. "My
country wouldn't have suited him. Yes ?"

"My mother has never touched the money
till now. And now it was to have been laid out,
this very next week, in buying me a handsome
share in our neighbouring fishery here, to settle
me in life with Kitty."

The captain's face fell, and he passed and re-
passed his sun-browned right hand over his thin
hair, in a discomfited manner.

" Kitty's father has no more than enough to
live on, even in the sparing way in which we live
about here. He is a kind of 'bailiff or steward
of manor rights here, and they are not much,
and it is but a poor little office. He was better
off once, and Kitty must never marry to mere
drudgery and hard living."

The captain still sat stroking his thin hair, and
looking at the young fisherman.

" I am as certain that my father had no know-
ledge that any one was wronged as to this
money, or that any restitution ought to be
made, as I am certain that the sun now shines.
But, after this solemn warning from my brother's
grave in the sea, that the money is Stolen
Money," said Young Raybrock, forcing himself
to the utterance of the words, " can I doubt it ?
Can I touch it ?"

"About not doubting, I ain't so sure," ob-
served the captain ; " but about not touching
no I don't think you can."

" See, then," said Young Raybrock, " why I
am so grieved. Think of Kitty. Think what I
have got to tell her !"

His heart quite failed him again when he had
come round to that, and he once more beat his
sea-boot softly on the floor. But, not for long ;
he soon began again, in a quietly resolute tone.

" However ! 'Enough of that ! You spoke
some brave words to me just now, Captain Jor-
gan, and they shall not be spoken in vain. I
have got to do Something. What I have got to
do, before all other things, is to trace out the
meaning of this paper, for the sake of the Good
Name that has no one else to put it right or
keep it right. And still, for the sake of the Good
Name, and my fathers memory, not a word of
this writing must be breathed to my mother, or
to Kitty, or to any human creature. You agree
in this '?"

" I don't know what they'll think of us, be-
low," said the captain, "but for certain I can't
oppose it. Now, as to tracing. How will you
do?"

They both, as by consent, bent over the paper
again, and again carefully puzzled out the whole
of the writing.

" I make out that this would stand, if all the
writing was here, 'Inquire among the old men
living there, for' some one. Most like, you'll
go to this village named here ?" said the captain,
musing, with his finger on the name.

" Yes ! And Mr. Tregarthen is a Cornishinan,
and to be sure ! comes from Lanrean."



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[December 13,1800.]



" Does he ?" said the captain, quietly. " As
I ain't acquainted with him. who may lie
be?"

" Mr. Tregarthen is Kitty's father."

"Ay, ay !" cried the captain. "Now, you
speak ! Tregarthen knows this village of Lan-
rean, then ?"

" Beyond all doubt he does. I have often
heard him mention it, as being his native place.
He knows it well."
| " Stop half a moment," said the captain. "We
want a name here. You could ask Tregarthen
(or if you couldn't, I could) what names of old
men he remembers in his time in those dig-
gings ? Hey ?"

"I can go straight to his cottage, and ask
him now."

" Take me with you," said the captain, rising
in a solid way that had a most comfortable re-
liability in it, " and just a word more, first. I
have knocked about harder than you, and have
got along further than you. I have had, all my
sea-going life long, to keep my wits polished
bright with acid and friction, like the brass cases
of the ship's instruments. I'll keep you company
on this expedition. Now, you don't live by talk-
ing, any more than I do. Clench that hand of
yours in this hand' of mine, and that's a speech on
both sides."

Captain Jorgan took command of the expe-
dition with that hearty shake. He at once re-
folded the paper exactly as before, replaced
it in the bottle, put the stopper in, put the
oilskin over the stopper, confided the whole to
Young Raybrock's keeping, and led the way
down stairs.

But it was harder navigation below stairs
than above. The instant they set foot in the
parlour, the quick womanly eye detected that
there was something wrong. Kitty exclaimed,
frightened, as she ran to her lover's side,
"Alfred! What's the matter?" Mrs. Raybrock
cried out to the captain, " Gracious ! what have
you done to my son to change him like this, all
in a minute!" And the young widow who
was there with her work upon her arm was
at first so agitated, that she frightened the little
girl she held in her hand, who hid her face in
her mother's skirts and screamed. The cap-
tain, conscious of being held responsible for
this domestic change, contemplated it with
quite a guilty expression of countenance, and
looked to the youug fisherman to come to his
rescue.

" Kitty darling," said Young Raybrock,
" Kitty, dearest love, I must go away to Lan-
rean, and I don't know where else or how much
farther, this very day. Worse than that our
marriage, Kitty, must be put off, and I don't
know for how long."

Kitty stared at him, in doubt and wonder and
in anger, and pushed him from, her with her
hand

"Put off?" cried Mrs. Raybrock." "The
marriage put off ? And you going to Lanrean !
Why, in the name of the dear Lord ?"

" Mother dear, I can't say why, I must not



say why. It would be dishonourable and un-
dutiful to say why."

"Dishonourable and undutiful?" returned
the dame. "And is there nothing dishonour-
able or undutiful in the boy's breaking the heart
of his own plighted love, and his mother's heart
too, for the sake of the dark secrets and coun-
sels of a wicked stranger ? Why did you ever
come here?" she apostrophised the innocent
captain. " Who wanted you ? Where did you
come from ? Why couldn't YOU rest in your
own bad place, wherever it is, instead of disturb-
ing the peace of quiet unoffending folk like us ?"

"And what," sobbed the poor little Kitty,
" have I ever done to you, you hard and cruel
captain, that you should come and serve me so?"

And then they both began to weep most piti-
fully, while the captain could only look from the
one to the other, and lay hold of himself by the
coat-collar.

" Margaret," said the poor young fisherman,
on his knees at Kitty's feet, while Kitty kept
both her hands before her tearful face, to shut
out the traitor from her view but kept her
fingers wide asunder and looked at him all the
time : " Margaret, you have suffered so much,
so uncomplainingly, and are always so careful
and considerate! Do take my part, for poor
Hugh's sake !"

The quiet Margaret was not appealed to in
vain. " I will, Alfred," she returned, " and I
do. I wish this gentleman had never come
near us ;" whereupon the captain laid hold of
himself the tighter; " but I take your part, for
all that. I am sure you have some strong reason
and some sufficient reason for what you do,
strange as it is, and even for not saying why you
do it, strange as that is. And, Kitty darling,
you are bound to think so, more than any one,
for true love believes everything, and bears
everything, and trusts everything. And mother
dear, you are bound to think so too, for you
know you have been blest with good sons, whose
word was always as good as their oath, and who
were brought up in as true a sense of honour as
any gentlemen in this land. And I am sure you
have no more call, mother, to doubt your living
son than to doubt your dea \ son ; and for the
sake of the dear dead, I stand up for the dear
living."

" Wa'al now," the captain struck in, with en-
thusiasm, " this I say. That whether your
opinions natter me or not, you are a young
woman of sense and spirit and feeling; and I'd
sooner have you by my side, in the hour of
danger, than a good half of the men I've ever
fallen in with or fallen out with, ayther."

Margaret did not return the captain's compli-
ment, or appear fully to reciprocate his good
opinion, but she applied herself to the consola-
tion of Kitty and of Kitty's mother-in-law that
was to have been next Monday week, and soon
restored the parlour to a quiet condition.

" Kitty, my darling," said the young fisher-
man, " I must go to your father to entreat him
still to trust me in spite of this wretched change
and mystery, and to ask him for some directions



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concerning Lanrean. Will you come home ?
Will you come with me, Kitty ?"

Kitty answered not a word, but rose sobbing,
with the end of her simple head-dress at her
eyes. Captain Jorgan followed the lovers out,
quite sheepishly: pausing in the shop to give
an instruction to Mr. Pettifer.

"Here, Tom!" said the captain, in a low
voice. " Here's something in your line. Here's
an old lady poorly and low in her spirits. Cheer
her up a bit, Tom. Cheer 'em all up."
V Mr. Pettifer, with a brisk nod of intelligence,
immediately assumed his steward face, and went
with his quiet helpful steward step into the
parlour : where the captain had the great satis-
faction of seeing him, through the glass door,
take the child in his arms (who offered no ob-
jection), and bend over Mrs. Ray brock, adminis-
tering soft words of consolation.

"Though what he finds to say, unless he's
telling ner that it'll soon be over, or that most
people is so at first, or that it'll do her good
afterwards, I can not imaginate !" was the cap-
tain's reflection as he followed the lovers.

He had not far to follow them, since it was
but a short descent down the stony ways to the
cottage of Kitty's father. But, short as the dis-
tance was, it was long enough to enable the eap-
tuin to observe that he was fast becoming the
village Ogre; for, there was not a woman
standing working at her door, or a fisherman
coming up or going down, who saw Young
Ray brock unhappy and little Kitty in tears,
but she or he instantly darted a suspicious
and indignant glance at the captain, as the
foreigner who must somehow be responsible for
this unusual spectacle. Consequently, when they
came into Tregarthen's little garden which
formed the platform from which the captain had
s-een Kitty peeping over the wall the captain
brought to, and stood off and on at the gate,
while Kitty hurried to hide her tears in her own
room, and Alfred spoke with her father who was
working in the garden. He was a rather infirm
mail, but could scarcely be called old t yet, with
an agreeable face and a promising air of making
the best of things. The conversation began on
his side with great cheerfulness and good
humour, but soon became distrustful and soon
angry. That was the captain's cue for striking
both into the conversation and the garden.

" Morning, sir !" said Captain Jorgan. " How
do you do ?"

" The gentleman I am going away with,"
said the young fisherman to Tregarthen.

" Oh !" returned Kitty's father, surveying the
unfortunate captain with a look of extreme dis-
favour. "I confess that I can't say I am glad
to see you."

" No," said the captain, " and, to admit the
truth, that seems to be the general opinion in
these parts. But don't be hasty; you may
tiling better of me, by-and-by."
> "1 hope so," observed Tregarthen.

"Wa'al, / hope so," observed the captain,
quite at his ease ; " more than that, 1 believe so
though you don't, Now, Mr. Tregarthen,



you don't want to exchange words of mistrust
with me ; and if you did, you couldn't, because
I wouldn't. You and I are old enough to know
better than to judge against experience from
surfaces and appearances ; and it' you haven't
lived to find out the evil and injustice of such
judgments, you are a lucky man."

The other seemed to shrink under this re-
mark, and replied, " Sir, I have lived to feel it
deeply."

" Wa'al," said the captain, mollified, "then I've
made a good cast, without knowing it. Now,
Tregarthen, there stands the lover of your only
hild, and here stand I who know his secret. I
warrant it a righteous secret, and none of his
making, though bound to be of his keeping. I
want to help him out with it, and tewwards that
end we ask you to favour us with the names
of two or three old residents in the village of j
Lanrean. As I am taking out my pocket-
book and pencil to put the names down, I may
as well observe to you that this, wrote atop of
the first page here, is my name and address:
' Silas Jonas Jorgan, Salem, Massachusetts,
United States.' If ever you take it in your head
to run over, any morning, I shall be glad to wel-
come you. Now, what may be the spelling of
these said names ? 5>

"There was an elderly man," said Tregar-
then, "named David Polreath. He may be
dead."

"Wa'al," said the captain, cheerfully, "if
Polreath's dead and buried, and can be made
of any service to us, Polreath won't object to
our digging of him up. Polreath's down, any-
how."

" There was another, named Penrewen. I
don't know his Christian name."

" Never mind his Chris'eri name," said the
captain. " Penrewen for short."

" There was another, named John Tredgear."

" And a pleasant-sounding name, too," said
the captain ; " John Tredgear's booked."

" I can recal no other, except old Parvis."

" One of old Parvis's fam'ly, I reckon," said
the captain, "kept a dry-goods store in New
York city, and realised a handsome competency
by burning his house to ashes. Same name, any-
how. David Polreath, Unchris'en Penrewen,
John Tredgear, and old Arson Parvis."

" I cannot recal any others, at the moment."

"Thankee," said the captain. "And so,
Tregarthen, hoping for your good opinion yet,
and likewise for the fair Devonshire Flower's,
your daughter's, I give you my hand, sir, and
wish you good day."

Young Raybrock accompanied him disconso-
lately ; for, there was no Kitty at the window
when he looked up, no Kitty in the garden when
he shut the gate, no Kitty gazing after them
along the stony ways when they began to climb
back.

"Now I tell you what," said the captain.
"Not being at present calc'lated to promote
harmony in your family, I won't come in. You ,
go and get your dinner at home, and I'll get mine
at the little hotel. Let our hour of meeting be



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two o'clock, and you'll find me smoking a cigar in
the sun afore the hotel door. Tell Tom Pettii'er,
my steward, to consider himself on duty, and to
look after your people till we come back; you'll
find he'll have made himself useful to 'em al-
ready, and will be quite acceptable."

All was done as Captain Jorgan directed.
Punctually at two o'clock, the young fisherman
appeared with his knapsack at his back ; and
punctually at two o'clock, the captain jerked
away the last feathery end of his cigar.

"Let me carry your baggage, Captain Jor-
gan ; I can easily take it with mine."

" Thank'ee," said the captain, " I'll carry it
myself. It's on'y a comb."

They climbed out of the village, and paused
among the trees and fern on the summit of the
hill above, to take breath and to look down at
the beautiful sea. Suddenly, the captain gave
his leg a resounding slap, and cried, "Never
knew such a right thing in all my life !"- and
ran away.

The cause of this abrupt retirement on the
part of the captain, was little Kitty among the
trees. The captain went out of sight and waited,
and kept out of sight and waited, until it oc-
curred to him to beguile the time with another
cigar. He lighted it, and smoked it out, and
still he was out of sight and waiting. He stole
within sight at last, and saw the lovers, with
their arms entwined and their bent heads touch-
ing, moving slowly among the trees. It was the
golden time of the afternoon then, and the cap-
tain said to himself, " Golden sun, golden sea,
golden sails, golden leaves, golden love, golden
youth a golden state of things altogether !"

Nevertheless, the captain found it necessary
to hail his young companion before going out of
sight again. In a few moments more, he came
up, and they began their journey.

" That still young woman with the fatherless
child," said Captain Jorgan as they fell into
step, " didn't throw her words away ; but good
honest words are never thrown away. And now
that I am conveying you off from that tender
little thing that loves and relies and hopes, I
feel just as if I was the snarling crittur in the
picters, with the tight legs, the long nose, and
the feather in his cap, the tips of whose mus-
tachios get up nearer to his eyes, the wickeder
he gets."

The young fisherman knew nothing of Me-
phistopheles ; but, he smiled when the captain
stopped to double himself up and slap his leg,
and they went along in right good fellowship.

CHAPTER III. THE CLUB-NIGHT.

A CORXISH MOOB., when the east wind drives
over it, is as cold and rugged a scene as a
traveller is likely to find in a "year's travel. A
Cornish Moor in the dark, is as black a soli-
tude as the traveller is likely to wish himself
well out of, in the course of a life's wanderings.
A Cornish Moor in a night fog, is a wilderness
where the traveller needs to know his way well,
or the chances are very strong that his life and
his wanderings will soon perplex, him. no more.



Captain Jorgan and the young fisherman had
faced the cast and the south-cast winds, from
the first rising of the sun after their departure
from the village of Stcepways. Thrice, had the
sun risen, and still all day long had the sharp
wind blown at them like some malevolent spirit
bent on forcing them back. But, Captain Jor-
gan was too familiar with all the winds that
blow, and too much accustomed to circumvent
their slightest weaknesses and get the better
of them in the long run, to be beaten by any
member of the airy family. Taking the year
round, it was his opinion that it mattered little
what wind blew, or how hard it blew ; so, he
was as indifferent to the wind on tk-is occa-
sion as a man could be who frequently observed
" that it freshened him up," and who regarded
it in the light of an old acquaintance. One
might have supposed from his way, that there was
even a kind of fraternal understanding between
Captain Jorgan and the wind, as between two
professed fighters often opposed to one another.
The young fisherman, for his part, was accus-
tomed within his narrower limits to hold hard
weather cheap, and had his anxious object
before him ; so, the wind went by him too, little
heeded, and went upon its way to kiss Kitty.

Their varied course had lain by the side of
the sea where the brown rocks cleft it into
fountains of spray, and inland where once
barren moors were reclaimed and cultivated,
and by lonely villages of poor-enough cabins with
mud walls, and by a town or two with an old
church and a market-place. But, always travel-
ling through a sparely inhabited country and
over a broad expanse, they had come at last
upon the true Cornish Moor within reach of
Lanrean. None but gaunt spectres of miners
passed them here, with metallic masks of faces,
ghastly with dust of copper and tin ; anon, soli-
tary works on remote hill-tops, and bare ma-
chinery of torturing wheels and cogs and chaius,
writhing up hill-sides, were the few scattered
hints of human presence in. the landscape;
during long intervals, the bitter wind, howling
and tearing at them like a fierce wild monster,
had them all to itself.

"A sing'lar thing it is," said the captain,
looking round at the brown desert of rank grass
and poor raoss, " how like this airth is, to the
men that live upon it ! Here's a spot of country
rich with hidden metals, and it puts on the worst
rags of clothes possible, and crouches and shivers
and makes believe to be so poor that it can't so
much as afford a feed for a beast. Just like a
human miser, ain't it ?"

" But they find the miser out," returned the
young fisherman, pointing to where the earth
by tlie watercourses and along the valleys was
turned up, for miles, in trying for metal.

"Ay, they find him out," said the captain;
" but he makes a struggle of it even then, and
holds back all he can. He's a 'cute J un."

The gloom of evening was already gathering
on the dreary scene, and they were, at the
shortest and best, a dozen miles from their des-
tination. But, the captain, in his long -skirted



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blue coat and his boots and his hat and his
square shirt-collar, and without any extra de-
fence against the weather, walked coolly along
with his hands in his pockets : as if he lived
underground somewhere hard by, and had just
come up to show his friend the road.

" I'd have liked to have had a look at this
place, too," said the captain, "when there was
a monstrous sweep of water rolling over it,
dragging the powerful great stones along and
piling 'em atop of one another, and depositing
the foundations for all manner of superstitions.


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