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that time, respecting the money — and was resolved never to
risk it again."

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

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

The captain's face fell, and he passed and repassed his sun
browned Hght 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
moch, and it is but a poor little office. He was better off
once, and Kitty mnst never marry to mere drudgery and hard
living."

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

" I am as certain that my father had no knowledge that any
<jfte was wronged as to this money, or that any restitution onght
to be made, as I am certain that the sun now shines. But,



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after this sokran warning from my brother's grave in the eea, that
the monej is Stoleu Money," said Young Raybrock, forcing
himself to the utterance of the words, ''can I donbt Hf Cao
I touch it f"

"About not doubting, I ain't so sore," obserred the eaptaii}
<* but about not tooching — no — I don't think yoo can."

'*See then," said Yomig Raybrook, ** why I am so gritfed.
Think of Kitty. Think what I have got to teH her I"

His heart quite failed him again when he had come round to
that, and he once more beat his sea-boot softly on the ioor.
But not for long ; he soon beg^n again, in a qnietly resoliite
tone.

'' However ! Enough of that ! Too spoke eome brave words
to me just now^ Captain Jorgan, and they shall not be spokea
in vain. I hate got to do something. What I have got to do,
before all other tilings, is to trace out the meaning of this paper,
for the sake of the Good Name that has no one else te pot
it right or keep it right. And still, for the sake of the Good
Name, and my father's memory, not a word of this wrilfaig
must be breathed to my mother, or to Kitty, or to any hanaii
ereatore. You agree in Uiis f "

** I don^t know what they'll think of cw below," said the
captain, ** but for certain I can't oppose it Now, as to tracing.
How will yon do f "

They both, as by consent, beat over the paper agadn, aad
again carefully puzzled out the whole of the writing.

'* I make out that thie would stand, if all the writing was
here, ' Inquire among the old men Kving there, for' — some one.
Most like, yooll go to this village named here f '^ said the
captain, musing, with his finger on the name.

''Yes ! And Mr. Tregarthen ia a ComiehiDan, and — to be
sure I — comes from Lanrean."

** Does be ?" said the Captain quietly. " As I ain't acqaainted
with him, who may he be?"

" Mr. Tregarthen is Kitty's father."

" Ay, ay 1" cried the captain. •' Now you speak ! Tregar*
then knows this village of Lanrean, then f"

" Beyond all doabt he does I have often heard him i
tloa it, as being his native place. He kaowe it well."



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** Stop b«]f a noment," s*id the captain. " We want a name
kere^ Y<m covid ask Tregartheu (or if joa ooaldn't I could)
what names of old men he remembers in his time in those dig-
gings t Hey r**

" I can go stndgkt to bis cottage, and aik him now."

'* Take me with joxs,** said the oaptaitt, rising in a solid way
ibat had a most comfortable reliability in it, ''and jast a word
more fint. I ha? e knocked aboat harder than yun, and baxe
got along Amber than you, I have bad, all my sea^going life
4ong, to keep ray wits polished bright with acid and friction,
like the brass cases of the ship's instruments. Ill keep you
company on this expedition. Now you don't live by talking
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 expedition with that
hearty shake. He at once refolded the paper exactly as before,
replaced it in the bottle, put the stopper in, put the oilskin
oirer the stopper, confide the whole to Young Raybrack's
keeping, atid lad the way down stairs.

But it was harder navigation below stairs than above. The
instant they set foot ia the parhir the qnick, womanly eye de-
tected that there was somethiBg wrong. Kitty exckimedy
frightened, aa she ran to her lover'd side, ''Alfred, what's the
matter ?" Mrs. Raybrock cried out to tiie captain, " Graoions I
what have yoQ done to my soa to diange him like this all in a
laiaotei" And the yooag widows — who was there with her
work upon her arm — was at first so agitated that she frightened
the little giri she held in her hand, who hid her lace in her
mother's sknrts and screamed. The captain, conscious of being
held responsible for this domestic change, contemplated it with
^ita a gnilty expression of coantenauce, and looked to the
yovnff idhensaa to come to his rescue.

"Khty, darling," sold Young Raybrock^ "Kitty, dearestt
love, I mast go away to Lanreaii, and I doa't know where
else or bow much further, this very day. Worse than that —
our marriage, Kitty, Bust be put off, and I don't know for
how lottg."

Kitty stared at him, ia donbt and wonder and in anger,
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"Put off?" cried Mrs. RBybrock. " The marriage pat offf
And yon going to Lanrean 1 Whj, in the name of the detr
Lord r»

"Mother dear, I can't say why ; I mnst not say why. R
would be dishonorable and nndatifnl to say why."

" Dishonorable and nndatifnl f returned the dame. "And
IS there nothing dishonorable or nndntifnl in the boy's break-
ing the heart of his own plighted loTe, and his mother's
heart too, for the sake of the dark secrets and connsels of s
wicked stranger ? Why did yon ever come here f " she apos-
trophized the innocent captain. " Who wanted yon f Where
did yon come from f Why couldn't you rest in your own bad
place, wherever it is, instead of disturbing the peace of quiet
unoffending folk like us f"

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

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

" Margaret," said the poor young fisherman, on bis 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 I Do take my part
for poor Hugh's sake I"

The quiet Margaret was not appealed to in TiSn. ** I wiQ,
Alfred," she returned, ** and I do. I wish this gentleman bad
never come near us ;" whereupon the captain laid bold of him-
self the tighter ; " but I take your part, for all that I am
sure you have some strong reason and some saftcient reason
for what yon do, strange as it is, and even for not saying why
you do it, strange as that is. And, Kitty darlhig, you art
bonnd to think so, more than any one, for true love believes
every thing, and bears every thing, and trusts erery tkmg.
And mother dear, you are bound to think so too, for yo« know
you have been blest with good sons, whose word waa always
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MDse of honor as any gentleman in this land. And I am sure
jOQ bare no more call, mother, to doubt your liTing son than
to doubt your dead son ; and for the sake of the dear dead, I
stand up for the dear living."

'* Wa'al now," the captain struck in, with enthusiasm, "this
I say. That whether your opinions flatter 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
tbe men I've ever fallen in with — or fallen out with, ayther."

Margaret did not return the captain's compliment, or appear
folly to reciprocate his good opinion, but she applied herself
to tbe consolation of Kitty, and of Kitty's mother-in-law that
was to have been next Monday week, and soon restored the
parlor to a quiet condition.

" Kitty, my darling," said the young fisherman, " 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 direc-
tions concerning Lanrean. Will you come home t 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 fol-
lowed the lovers out, quite sheepishly: pausing in the shop to
give an instruction to Mr. Pettifer.

" Here, Tom I" 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."

Mr. Pettifer. with a brisk nod of intelligence, immediately
assumed his steward face, and went with his quiet helpful
steward step into the parlor, where the captain had the great
satisfaction of seeing him, through the glass door, take the
ehild in his arms (who offered no objection), and bend over
Mrs. Raybrock, administering soft words of consolation.

" Though what he finds to say, unless he's telling her that
it'll soon be over, or that most people is so at first, or that
it'll do her good afterward, I cannot imaginate i" 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.
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the captain to observe that he was flEist becomlog the T^laft
Ogre ; for there was not a iroTDaa itaDding irorking it kcr
door, or a fisherman oonaing up or going down, who saw Young
Bajbrock unhappy and little Kitty in tears, bat she or he in*
ftantly darted a suspicious and indignant glance at the cap-
lain,^ as the foreigner who must somehow be responsible for
this unusual spectacle. Consequently, when tbej came mto
Trcgartben's little garden — which formed the platk^rm from
which the captain had seen Kitty peeping orer tke wall— Um
captain l>rought to, and stood off and on at the gate, while
Kitty hurried to hide her tears in her own room, aod Alfred
spoke with her father, who was workiag in the garden. He
was a rather infirm man, but coold scarcely be called old yet^
with an agreeable face and a promising air of miiidDg the best
of thiDg&L The ooatersation began on his side with great
cheerfulness aad good humor, but soon became distmatliil, and
soon angry. That was the captain's cue for atriidsg both iato
the conversation and the garden.

" Morning, sir I" said Captain Jorgan. " How do yom do V

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

"Ohl^' returned Kitty^B father, surveying the unfortimts
captain with a look of extreme disfavor. **I eoafess that I
can't say I am glad to see you.*'

*' No," said the captain, *' and, to admit the truth, that nee—
to be the general opinion in these parts. But dont be haaty;
yoi may think better of me by-and*by."

" I hope so," observed Tregarthen.

'* Wa'al, / hope so," observed the captain, quite at his ease ;
^ more than that, I believe so— though you don't Kow, Mr.
Tregarthen. you don't want to exchange words of mistrust with
me; and if you did, you couldn't, because I wouldn't. Yoa
and I are old enou^^h to know better than to judg« against
experience from surftices and appearances; aad if yon haven't
lived to find out the evil and ii^ustice of such judgntraats^ yoa
are a lucky man."

The other seemed to shrink under this remark, and repfied,
"Sir, I have lived to feel it deeply."

'' Wa'al," said the captain, mollified, « tbea I've made a



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good cast wtthoQt knovrinf it. Now, Tregarthen, there staDdi
the lover of yow onlj* child, and here stiuid I who know his
seerei I warrant it a rtghteooB secret, and none of bis mak-
ing, though boand to be of his keeping. I want to help him
out with it, and tewwards that end we ask yoc to favor m
with the names of two or three old residents in the village of
Lanrean. As 1 am taking oat my pocket-book and pencil to
pot the nameadowu, I may as well observe to yon that this, wrote
atop of the irst page here, is my name and address : ' Bilas
Jonas Jorgan, 8alem, Massachnsetts, United States.' If ever
yon take it in your head to ran over any morning, I shall be
glad to welcome yon. Now, what may be the spelling of
these said names?"

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

"Wa'al,*' said the captain, eheerfally, "if Polreath's dead
and buried, and can be made of any service to ns, 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 Ohris'en name," said the eaptain. " Pen*-
vewen for short, ''

** There was another named John Tredgear."

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

" I can recall 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 reaHzed*
a handsome competency by burning his house to ashes. Same'
name, any how. David Polreath, XJnehris'en Penrewen, John
Tredgear, and old Arson Parvis."

" I can not recall any others at the moment."

" Thank ^ee," said the captain. " And so, Tregarthen, hoping
for your good opinion yet, and likewise for the Mr Devon-
shire Flower's^ yoar danghter's, I give you my hand, sir, and
wish yon good-day."

Young Ray brock accompanied him disconsolately ; for thero'
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the §:arden when he shut the gate, no Eittj gazing after tbem
along the stony ways when they begin to climb back.

** Now I tell yoo what," said the captain. " Not beiof
at present calc'lated to promote harmony in yonr Camily, I
won't come in. You go and get yonr dinner at home, and
I'll get mine at the little hotel. Let onr hoor of meeting be
two o'clock, and yon'll find me smoking a cigar in the son
afore the hotel door. Tell Tom Pettifer, my steward, to coa*
sider himself on doty, and to look after yonr peofrie till ve
come back ; youll find he'll have made himself osefal to 'em al*
ready, and will be quite acceptable."

All was done as Captain Jorgan directed. Pnnetoally at
two o'clock the young fisherman appeared with his knapsack st
his back ; and punctually at two fi'doek the captain jerked
away the last feather-end of his cigar.

** Let me carry your baggage, Captain Jorgan ; I can easily
take it with mine."

*'Thauk'ee," said the captain. "I'll carry it myself. It%
only a comb."

They climbed out of the Tillage, and paused among the trees
and fern on the summit of the hill above, to take breath aod
to look down at the beautiful sea. Suddenly the captain
gave his leg a resonnding slap, and cried, " Never knew sock
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 occurred to him to beguile the time with another
cigar. He lighted it, and smoked it out, and still he was oat
of sight and waiting. He stole within sight at last, and saw
the lovers, with their arms entwined and their bent heads
touching, moving slowly among the trees. It was the golden
time of the afternoon then, and the captain said to himself,
" Golden sun, golden sea, golden sails, golden leaves, golden
love, golden youth, — a golden state of things altogrether !"

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

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Captain Jorgan, as tbey fell into step, "didn't throw her
words away ; bat good honest words are never thrown away.
And now that I am conveying yoa off from that tender little
thing that loves and relies and hopes, I feel just as if I was
the snarling crittar in the picters, with the tight legs, the long
nose, and the feather in his cap, the tips of whose mustaches
get np nearer to his eyes the wickeder he gets."

The young fisherman knew nothing of Mephfstopheles ;
bat he smiled when the captain stopped to double himself
np and slap his leg« and they went along in right good-fel-
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CHAPTER III.

THK CLUB-NIOHT.

A Cornish Moob, when the east wind drives over it, k
as cold and rugged a scene as a traTeler is Ifkelj to 6nii in a
year's travel. A Cornish Moor, ' in the dark, is os blaek a
solitude as the traveler is likely to wish himself well oat of
in the course of a life's wanderings. A Coniish Moor, in a
night fog, is a wilderness where the traveler 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 Jorgau and the young fisherman had faced the east
and the southeast winds from the first rising of the sun aAer
their departure from the village of Steepways. Thrice had the
sun risen, and still all day long had the sharp wind blowi
at them like some malevolent spirit bent on forcing them back.
But Captain Jordan was too familiar with all the winds that
blow, and too much nccustoroed 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 ns indifferent to the wind oa
this occasion as a man could l)e who frequently observed "that
it freshened him up," and who regarded it in the light of ai
old acquaintance. One might have supposed, from his way,
that there was even a kind of fraternal understanding between
Captain J organ and the wind, as between two professed fighters
often opposed to one another. The young fisherman, for his
part, was accustomed within his narrower limits to hold bard
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
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brown rocks cleft it into fountains of spraji and inland where
CHice barren moors were reclaimed and cultivated, and by lonely
Tillages of poor-enough cabins with mud walls, and by a town
or two with an old ohui'ch and a market-place. Bat, alwaya
traveling through a spansly inhabited country and over a broad
expanse, they bad come at last upon the true Cornish Moor
within reach of Lanrean. None but gaunt spectres of miners
passed them here, wKh metallic masks of faces, ghastly with
dust of copper and tin ; anon, solitary works on remote hill-
tops, and bare machinery of torturing wheels and cogs and
chains, writhing up hill-sides, were the few scattered hiuts of
buman 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 singular thing it is," said the captain, looking round at
the brown dcctert of rank grass and poor moss, " how like this
airth is to the men that live upon it ! Here's a spot of country
rich with hidden metals, aud it puts on the worst rags of clothes
possible, and crouches a^d 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 ?"

** Bat tbey find the miser out," returned the young fisherman,
pointing to where the earth by the water-courses 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 cau. He's a
'cute 'un."

The gloom of evening was already gathering on the dreary
ricene, and they were, at the shortest and best, a dozen miles
from their destination. Bnt tbe captain, in his long-skirted
blue coat and his boots and his hat and his square slilrt-collar.
and without any extra defense against the weather, walked
coolly along with his hands iu his pockets, as if he lived under
ground 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 'era
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roannor of soperstitions. Bless jool the old pnests, smart
roechanical crittars as they were, never piled np manj of these
stones. Water's the lever that moved 'era. When 70a see
'era thick and blant tewwards one point of the compass, and
fined awaj thin tewwards the opposite point, 70a ma7 be as
pood as moral sure that the name of the ancient Druid that
fixed 'em was Water."

The captain referred to some great blocks of stone presentinfc
this characteristic, which were wonderfall7 balanced and heaped
on one another, on a desolate hill. Looking back at these, as
they stood out against the lurid glare of the west, just then ex-
piring, they were not unlike enormous antediluvian birds, that
had perched there on crags and peaks, and had been petrified
there.

" But it's an interesting country," said the captain, " — ^fact !
It's old in the annals of that said old Arch-Druid, Water, and
It's old in the annals of the said old parson-critturs too. It's a
mighty interesting thing to set your boot (as I did this day)
on a rough, honey-combed old stone, with just nothing yoa can
name but weather visible upon it : which the scholars that go
about with hammers, chipping pieces off the universal airth,
find to be an inscription entreating prayers for the soul of some
for-ages-buBt-np crittnr of a governor that over-taxed a people
never heard of." Here the captain stopped to slap his leg.
" It's a mighty interesting thing to come npon a score or two
of stones set up on end in a desert — some short, some tall, some
leaning here, some leaning there, and to know that they were
pop'larly supposed — and may be still— to be a group of Cor-
nish men that got changed into that geological formation for
playing a game upon a Sunday. They wouldn't have it in my
country, I reckon, even if they could get it — ^but it's very inte-
resting."

In this the captain, though it amused him, was quite sincere.
ignite as sincere as when he added, after looking well abonl
him: ''That fog-bank coming up as the sun goes down, will
spread, and we shall have to feel our wa7 into Lanrean full as
much as see it"

All the way along the young fisherman had spoken at times
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name, and of the restitution that mast be made, and of the che •
.rinhed plans of his heart, so near attainment, which must be set
aside for it. In his simple faith and honor, he seemed inca-
pable of entertaining the idea that it was within the bonnds of
povssibilitj to ev^de the doing of what their inqniries should
e&tablLsh to be right. This was very agreeable to Captain Jor-
gan, and won his genuine admiration. Wherefore he now
turned the discourse back into that channel, and encouraged
his companion to talk of Kitty, and to calculate how many
years it would take without a share in the fishery, to establish
a home for her, and to relieve his honest heart by dwelling on
its anxieties.

Meanwhile it fell very dark, and the fog became dense,
though the wind howled at them and bit them as savagely as
ever. The captain had carefully taken the bearings of Laureau
from the map, and carried his pocket-compass with him ; the
young fisherBun, too, possessed that kind of cultivated in-



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