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CHAPTER IV—CONTINUED. "Do you give in?" said Ned, "if not, get up and finish it like a man." "Ned, that's enough he's beaten," cried Edith: but at those words fiom her even Jem Stevens' soul was aroused, and, starting suddenly up, he rushed desperately at Ned with bis head down. Ned this time stepped quickly on the left, meeting him with a sharp right-handed blow, at the same time he caught him round the neck with his left arm and secured his head in the unpleasant position that is known by the name of ''chancery," owing to the fact that the property must be seriously damaged before it can escape from the court. A sharp di«r with Ned's

Both boys were disfigured by the fight. Ned had no marks that could fcot be immediately removed by soap and water: but Stevens had a pair of swollen eyes that would be perfectly black in a few hours. "I'm sorry for it Stevens," said Ned, as he advanced and offered him his hand. "We've had a fight once before, and I had hoped that we had made it up but dou let us part as enemies, now that you must leave school." "That's right, Ned," said Edith, who had picked up his jacket and •waistcoat from the ground "Shake hands together and make it up, and go and wash your faces. Now, Stevens, it is not too late: be friends, and go and ask pardon of papa I'm Sure it may be all mended even now."

For an instant Jem Stevens regarded the lovely Edith as though he

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'iesitated in his decision, but his evil overcame the first good impulse he replied sullenly, "No, Edith! I love you. but I hate the school and hate you, Ned Grey, for ever!" he added, as he looked spitefully at the fine, generous countenance of his conqueror. If Ned had peen beaten in the fight, he would not have felt so hurt as he did when his friendly hand was thus contemptuously spurned. "Come away, Edith," he said. Dr Hones will be very angry, but I'll take the blame if Stevens won't be friends, I'm sorry for it, but It's not my fault." Ned then put on his jacket and waistcoat that Edith gave him, and went away. Edith lingered for a moment in the hope of yet being able to soften Stevens but he only pressed her hand, and said. ("Good-bye, Edith I hate every one but you, and sometimes I even hate you becarso you love Ned Gray bet ter than me." Confused by such a confession, Edith could only reply by !a cold "Good-bye, Stevens I hope iyou will live to grow more generous" and she turned sorrowfully home,ward. Half an hour afterward the noise of carriage-wheels was again heard as the fly took Jem Stevens fend his trunk away from the school.

I CHAPTER V. Twelve months have passed away since Jem Stevens was expelled from the school, and from that time nothing had disturoed the quiet happiess of Parson Jones' flock. As to em Stevens' career, his father, the old squire, had found him incorrigiIble: he had therefore sent him to sea Very shortly after his disgraceful (return from school. He was now a midshipman on board one of His 'Majesty's frigates. Ned Gray was upward of fourteen, and Dr. Jones 'had already advised that he should !be placed in a merchant's office in some great seaport, in which cauaci,lv he would have a good chance of "improving his position. To this proposal Polly had agreed, as she wished that he might be brought, up to some profession that might eventually lead to competence. On the other •hand, Paul, who had successfully tevaded the revenue authorities. Claimed the active and adventurous boy as his own son, and would not •yield him to what he called "an old woman's trade." For Ned the position was -extremely perplexing. •He could nor, please all parties. To his mother he owed everything to ID/. Jones much: to his father, as he considered Paul, hardly as much as others, although he had been always kind.- And then there was another. •Edith had been almost a sister. 'What did she wish him to do? They had often walked together in the lovely green lanes, and strolled among the romantic giens and cliffs to gather wild flowers, at which times they would sometimes sit beneath some shady rock overlooking the blue sea. while Edith arranged •the Towers in tasteful nosegays. It was then that Ned would gaze at the ^boundless horizon, and his boyish impulse yearned to wander far beyond, when suddenly a change would come over his features as he looked at the lovely Edith, and thought how faard it would be to separate from :her. On the other hand, it would •have been difficult to define Edith's feelings she was so perfectly innocent and yet loving that she had always looked upon Ned as one that was inseparably connected with her

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right in the face "of Stevens was cross was written, "A lady unknown, quickly followed by a cry, "I

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released him. The fight At this time the sound was heard as the fly arwas to take Jem Stevens

in." Ned was over. of wheels rived that from school.

It was a calm Sunday evening in August. The sun was low, and constantly shaded by fleecy clouds that traveled slowly across the disk. There was hardly anjr perceptible breeze. The cattle stood or lay lazily in the meadows, and all nature appeared to enjoy the calm rest of the Sabboth, The afternoon service had been concluded for about an hour, and the usual throng of idlers that were wont to congregate and chat at the church door had retired to their respective *homes, and the church yard appeared forsaken. It was not entirely deserted. There were two figures sitting on the green sward, within a few feet of a stone in the farm of a cross. Unon this

aged about twenty-two. Cast up by

the sea in Sandy Cove "How sad this always seems to me!" said Ned "poor lady, only twenty-two! I wonder who she was? Even her name was unknown perhaps she had a husband who may even now be alive and be grieving for his lost wife, without knowing what became of her perhaps," added Ned, thoughtfully, "she had a child who lost its mother, and will never know where she lies!" "I have always heard," said Edith, "that this poor woman was a beautiful person, who was wrecked and drowned. Papa recollects having seen her, and he has told me how lovely she looked whan she was brought to shore' and he saw her lying dead, as pale as marble, and almost covei'ed with her long, fair hair. You were wrecked too, Ned, when you were a little bab}'," continued Edith "at least I have heard so." "I don't think it is true," said Ned. "Some people have told me so, but my mother must know best and, when I have asked her, she has only pressed me in her arms and asked me if I wish for any other mother there can not be a dearer one than she."

Edith and Ned had been working a wreath of flowers upon a circle of ivy the evening was darkening. "Give me that wreath, Edith," said Ned, "if you don't want it. I should like to hang it upon that cross, it seems so desolate that cold inscription. 'Unknown, cast up by the sea,' chills me to the heart. To think that she should lie here so utterly forsaken!" "Let us clean that moss from the stone before we arrange the wreath," said Edith. "I wish we had some everlastings, as those flowers will so quickly fade."

In a few minutes the wreath hung upon the cross. "Shall we alwaj^s attend to this?" asked Edith. "I shall be gone," sighed Ned, "but you will remain at home. Perhaps, Edith, you will forget it and— you

may

forget me also—I may not

see you for years: and," continued Ned, hesitating, "you may some day marry before I shall return: and we may never meet again." "Marry! marry! did you say, Ned? How could I marry if you go away? who should I marry if you forsake me, Ned? I would rather die and lie somewhere here next to this lonely grave: and then, if ever you should come back again, you might perhaps come here and think how we once sat here together, and you might make a wreath i'or me like that we have now hung upon this cross." "I'll never marry any one but you, Edith, if you will have me," answered Ned "but first I must work to earn a livelihood, for I could not see you in want and I have nothing but no one loves you as I do, Edith."

As Ned spoke he gaved intently in Edith's large blue eyes, and then suddenly clasped her in his arms and kissed her unresisting lips. "Hallo, that's nice goings on!"said a peculiar hoarse voice "ha, ha! ha, ha! Nice goings on! But I was once young myself, although you mayn't believe ft. But, Ned Grey, ye ll have bitter times, and may be yer'll never see the day so long as Mother Lee's alive." "Out, you old witch!'' cried Ned "be off with your croaking tongue, you wicked old h&g, whom I could hang for what I saw when you stoned the drowning men!" "Don't quarrel with Mother Lee," said Edith "she's a witch, they say. She'll do some harm after this," continued Edith "1 saw her spit upon the ground as she hobbled off, and she scowled at us like a demon."

Mother Lee had in fact hobbled off and as she

X'etreated,

muttering

curses, she clenched her skinny fingers and shook her withered fist at the innocent pair, and then vanished among the tombstones. "What can she want here?" "She's up to some mischief, or she would not wander so far from SandyCove." "Come, Ned," said Edith, "I do not like to remain on this spot it's getting dusk, and that horrible old woman frightens me she may now be hiding behind some gravestone.''

As Edith spoke two dark figures wore seen to glide stealthily by on the other side of the churchyard they appeared to be men, but they were quickly concealed by the intervening hedge. "Come home, Ned," said Edith. "It may be foolish, but I have a curious feeling of uneasiness that I never felt before—a kind of dreadful foreboding of misfortune. God grant that it may be only my weakness, but that horrible old woman has chilled me through and through!" She seized Ned's arm, and, trembling in every limb, she hastened toward her home. 'T must run over to the Cove tonight," said Ned. "Dr. Jones gave

me permission to spend a day at home to talk over the future with mjr father and mother, and I promised to be there this evening but I will see you safe home first, Edith." "Oh, Ned, don't go to-night!" ex claimed the nervous girl. "I don' know why, but I feel that something' coming. I am certain—yes, posi tive—that something dreadful hanging over us don't go until to morrow, Ned." "This is foolish, Edith," Ned re plied. "Why, how is this? You who are so brave, you are frightened at old Mother Lee? Shake off this silly feeling. Never give way to nervousness—it grows if indulged in. Do you think I am so weak that I could not defend you from an old woman?"

Edith felt abashed, and, clutching Ned's arm, with rapid steps she soon reached the rectory. Ned hastily said "Good-bye," and, taking a small bundle slung upon his stick, he set off at a trot toward the Cove. It was just early night, but the moon was nearly full, and Ned coulcl easily run the five or six miles within the hour As he left the rectory Nero came bounding after him, and seeing him run. the dog considered that he was in pursuit ot some object, and ac cordingly followed him, sometim running in advance. Presently Ne ro gave a short bark, and, growling fiercely, he returned to Ned, with his hair bristled up, looking angry and yet frightened. "What is it, old boj*?" said Ned. "Go at it, Nero."

The dog did not fly forward, as was his custom at such a command, but he walked a few paces in advance, and suddenly dashed back again to Ned, giving at the same time a sharp bark, followed by a deep growl, as a curious shadow, like the figure of an old woman with a long stick, glided along the clean surface of the ground in the clear moonlight. Ned for the moment felt a chilly sensation creep over him but recovering quickly he rushed forward with the dog, but nothing was visible, and Nero, refusing to search, would only keep resolutely at his master's heel. "That dog's bewitched!" exclaimed Ned. "That shadow looked like old Mother Lee but perhaps it was only the shadow of* a cloud crossing the moon."

With this assurance Ned trotted on, followed by the dog, and without adventure he reached his parents' cottage on the cliff at Sandy Cove He was greeted with the accustomed warmth oi* welcome from Polly Grey and the nigger, Tim the latter was much grown and was a strong lad. But Paul was not at home he had sailed about an hour before Ned's arrival upon some sudden and unexpected errand Tim, who was slightly unwell, had been left behind.

Before retiring to rest Ned had confided to his mother his boyish love for Edith, with all the youthful hopes and fears that attended his uncertain future. From many expressions that she had frequently remarked Polly Grey had almost suspected that he was too fond of his old playfellow, but, her experience having taught ner that a boy's heart was easily cured of love's wound, she had attached but little importance to the fact however, she now received his confession with maternal tenderness. At the same time, with much judgment, she cautioned him of the many difficulties that lay in his career, and yet gave him hope that Edith might some day become a prize when he should have earned her by such industry as would raise him to a position worthy of her.

Ned went to sleep that night without a fear. As he laid his head upon his pillow Edith's image was in his mind, and in his dreams life seemed to hurry through each successive stage until he again stood hand in hand with he"r, who then belonged to him. All was bright—a happiness that was indescribable pervaded his heavenly vision. Could such love only last, such beauty as was painted in his sleep, what other heaven could he wish? But the magic touch of sleep is most inconstant. Presently the bright image began to fade a mist obscured the fairy-like form with which he had been wandering through infinite space. The scene grew gloomy, then dark he was among cliffs and precipices there was a roar of angry waves deep beneath him, but ne could not see he could only see the warm, soft hand that he guided on the dangerous path. Ha! his foot slipped! he lost the hand! one desperate clutch, and a,gain he held it fast, but it was cold and bony it felt aa skinny as an eagle's foot. The moon now rose blood-red, and he could see but he led not his Edith it was the horrible hand of old Mother Lee that was in his grasp. "Ha! ha! ha!" sang in his startled ears, as he felt a sudden push he overbalanced from the precipice, and fell—down! down! down! always falling, with the roar of water below, in the darkness and the blood-red moon at length a crash, and he awoke. He was in bed in his mother's cottage, It was about 4:30 in the morning, and feverish with the bewildering dream that he could not at once shake off, he rose and dressed himself, and calling Tim, who was quickly ready, he sought the fresh air of the sea beach.

The tide was low therefore upon reaching the bottom of the cliff they could walk some miles upon the rocky beach. Nero had accompanied the two boys, and, delighted with the opportunity, he dashed into the sea and amused himself with bringing mouthful of long seaweed to the shore.

It was not long before the invigorating sea breeze completely chased away the effects of Ned's miserable dream, and he had regained his usual spirits. They had strolled about two miles when N

Jed suggested that it

was time,to return for breakfast, as they were far from home. Just at iha't moment they turned the corner of a projecting cliff, on the other side of which was a small sandy beach that formed one of the few landing places along the rock-bound coast. Upon the sand, but half afloat, lay a large boat, in which were two or three men, while reclining on the beach was a party of twelve sailors these men were dressed in blue shirts and trousers, and evidently belonged to a ship of war that was standing off the shore, about six miles distant. The loud barking of Nero at once attracted the attention of the party. "Good morning, youngsters." said a good natured, stout looking fellow in a lieutenant's uniform "what's brought you here?"

Ned explained that they had merely strolled in that direction without any particular object, and were now about to return to Sandy Cove. "We'll give you a lift." said the lieutenant "we may as well go to the cove as to stay here. Come along, my lads: shove the boat off." And before Ned had time to reply, he found himself surrounded by the party, who had taken his acceptance cf their offer for granted. "Jump in," said the lieutenant, as they pushed the boat off the sand "never mind the dog, he can find his way back." But "Nero had no idea of being left behind he therefore sprang into the boat, and took his place by Ned, dripping with water.

The lieutenant sat in the stern,but, insteadof steering for Sandy Cove, he kept' the boat's head in a direct line for the ship of war in the offing while the steady stroke of eight oars rapidly increased their distance'from the land.

That's the way to France, and not to Sandy Cove!" said Ned, who began to be suspicious. "Never mind, young fellow you hold your tongue," said a sailor "we know our way better than you can tell us."

You seem to be a bit of a sailor," said the lieutenant. "I know how to handle a lugger," replied Ned but I've never sailed on any other craft than my father's."

Oh! you are a real sailor,are you? That's right then we'll soon make a man of you on board the frigate. You can see Sandy Cove at any time but it isn't every day you can see such a ship as the Sibylle!"

The truth now flashed upon poor Ned he was entrapped bv a pressgang and kidnapped into the King's service. The blood rushed to liis face as the thought struck him, and the next instant he turned deadly pale as he thought of his mother and of Edith, who would not even guess his fate, and whom he might never see again. He turned to the lieutenant. "For God's sake do not deceive me," said Ned, despairingly it will be my utter ruin—my mother expects me even now, there in that white cottage on the cliff," continued the almost heart broken boy, as he pointed eagerly to his little home, now plainly visible. A loud shout of laughter from the crew was the only reply to this appeal. "jurnp.Massa Ned! make a swim!" cried Tim, who had slyly slipped off

his shoes, and at the same moment he dashed head first into the water but a powerful hand seized Ned firmly by the collar, and rendered it impossible for him to follow this advice. "Back water, all!" shouted the lieutenant at the same time he seized a long boat hook, and caught Tim by his collar as ho reappeared upon the surface. Poor Tim was hauled ignominiously into the boat like a black porpoise, amid a roar of laughter and, to prevent any further attempts at escape, his wrists were secured with a piece of rope. '"You'd better make up your mind it," said the lieutenant to. Ned 'there's many a lad as good, and perhaps b.etter than you, who's proud to serve the King now you have a good chajttCe without your own seeking. You will be as happy as a prince .when you're oncfe on board."

Shall I be able to write a letter home?" asked Ned, whose tearful, eyes were straining fixedly at the white cottage on the cliff that was apidly diminishing to a mere speck. "Well, perhaps you may, if anything should detain us. You see we took some letters ashore this morning, and left them with the coast guard but we are bound on foreign service, and only left Plymouth yesterday, so there's not much chance for writing.

Poor Ned sat with his head resting upon his hand that shaded his aching eyes. Was it a dream?—a part of that disturbed vision of the past night? He could hardly believe in the reality of the situation. What would Edith think of his mysterious disappearance? What would his mother and father think? They- would naturally suppose that the tide had overtaken them, and that both he and Tim had been drowned, and there was deep water at high tide, and no footway beneath the cliffs. If Edith thought him dead, and received no intelligence for years, she might marry some one else.

As these crushing thoughts passed through his brain Ned felt as though his head was being pressed within a vice and for some minutes he closed his eyes, overpowered with the deepest distress. This prostration did not last long. Ned was a boy of the most undaunted courage, both moral and physical his most teader feelings had been tortured by at yutrage that he could not resist, and he had yielded to the agony of the first shock but he now brushed his eyes roughly with his jacket sleeve^ &nd assumed a manner of

perfect coolness and determination. "Don't think me a fool, sir." ho sjiid to the lieutenant, who had been calmly watching him "it's all over now. and I'll do my duty, whatever it may be. She's a fine looking ship. What guns does she mount, sir?" "Bravo! that's our sort," said th lieutenant "you'll do, my lad, there's no fear you're none the worse for thinking of your mother she'll be all right: we'll manage to let her know somehow or other, and and you'll bring her home a lapful of prize money some fine da}r. We'll soon have a brush with a Frenchman when we clear the coast. What's your name, my boy." "Edward Grey, sir but I am always ealled Ned." "And who is the young nigger?" continued the lieutenant.

Ned replied,

,,He

Ned then explained the catastrophe, and for the first time Tim heard that old Mother Lee had thrown the stone that killed the unfortunate captain. The effect was extraordinary. "Let me go! let me go!" he shouted, as he strove to release his hands from the rope. VI stick a knife in Moder Lee! Oh cuss de ole moder debbel! Why Tim not know before de ole debbel kill de poor captin? Oh my poor captin! Neber mind! One day Tim stick a knife in ole debbel beast, Moder Lee!" (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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The Bank of England covers nearIv three acres. Queen Victoria won't allow any smoking in any part of her palaces she inhabits.

There are only 3,715 cities in this country which contain more than 1,000 inhabitants.

Man is not only the architect ot his own fortunes, but he must lay the bricks himself.—Galveston News.

A project is now being energetically pushed to connect Lake Winnepeg with the Red river of the North and the Mississippi river.

King Christian, of Denmark, goes about the streets of Copenhagen in a olug hat, and isn't even saluted by the people he meets.

If there are ten men in the band, ten women are told that night by their husbands that their playing alone saved the band from failure.— Atchison Globe.

The name of the place selected for the mammoth car shops of the New York Central railroad is to be Depew. It is situated two miles from Buffalo, and the shops and yards will cover 100 acres.

An up-town cigar store hnng out the sign: "Our cigars can't be beet." Next morning there was scrawled under it the additional words: "Maybe they're cabbages.''—Philadelphia Record.

Prof. Colin, of Cornell, told his students the other day that the man who sells his vote for money is more to be respected than the man who stops away from the polls and does not vote at all.

In one of the palaces at Berlin is a vast collection of the personal effects of the imperial Hohenzollerns—jewelry, swords, coate, helmets, pipes, walking sticks and other royal relics of a long line of kings.

Among the curiosities of theNorth Carolina department of the World Pair will be shown some of the alleged fragments of the chain which held Columbus in his prison, the "property of Robert S. Moore,of Newborn.

It is reported from Colorado that a theatricol company "doing" the mining towns in the West is playing "Hamlet" under the title ot "Was IIis' Nibs off His Nut?" and that the lay is drawing tremendously. •'1 never send a story out for publication." said Dullpath, the realist, '•without first having -slept over it." "I don't believe I've ever read one of them, either, without doing the same thing," returned ilawley.—Harper's Bazar.

A full grown cow caribou was captured alive near Redington, Me., recently, by Bernard J. Smith, a woodsman, who threw the animal on her back in the deep snow and bound her feet with his belt. The caribou now lives contentedly in a box stall, munching moss and grain.

Prof. Heim, of Zurich, says that the most agreeable death is by falling. He has talked with a great manv people who have escaped deatli by falling by a hair's breadth only, and reports that those who have escaped such accidents suffer no pain and no terror.

There is but one pauper in the town of Whitneyville, Me., and that one is a festive widow who looks out for herself ten months iu the year. IITis evident that she will soon be entirely independent, for her last request of the overseers reads as follows: "Please send me tew. yards of red ribbon and a new dress, and let the dress be good enough W wear as principal at a wedding."

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Trains leave Cambridge City at+7.00 a. m. nnd

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JOSEPH AVOOD, ,E.

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