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Then went hurriedly on, as one who, seeing a

phantom, Stops, then quickens his pace, and follows the

beckoning shadow. “ Yes, it is plain to me now,” he murmured;

the hand of the Lord is

Leading me out of the land of darkness, the

bondage of error, Through the sea, that shall lift the walls of its

waters around me,

Hiding me, cutting me off, from the cruel

thoughts that pursue me. Back will I go o’er the ocean, this dreary land

will abandon,

Her whom I may not love, and him whom my

heart has offended.

Better to be in my grave in the green old

churchyard in England, Close by my mother's side, and among the dust

of my kindred ;

Better be dead and forgotten, than living in

shame and dishonor !

Sacred and safe and unseen, in the dark of the

narrow chamber

With me my secret shall lie, like a buried jew

el that glimmers Bright on the hand that is dust, in the cham

bers of silence and darkness,Yes, as the marriage ring of the great espou

sal hereafter!"

Thus as he spake, he turned, in the strength

of his strong resolution, Leaving behind him the shore, and hurried

along in the twilight, Through the congenial gloom of the forest

silent and sombre, Till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of


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Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist

of the evening. Soon he entered his door, and found the re

doubtable Captain Sitting alone, and absorbed in the martial pa

ges of Cæsar, Fighting some great campaign in Hainault or

Brabant or Flanders.

“ Long have you been on your errand,” he said

with a cheery demeanor, Even as one who is waiting an answer, and

fears not the issue.

“Not far off is the house, although the woods

are between us;

But you have lingered so long, that while you

were going and coming I have fought ten battles and sacked and de

molished a city.

Come, sit down, and in order relate to me all

that has happened."

Then John Alden spake, and related the

wondrous adventure,

From beginning to end, minutely, just as it

happened ; How he had seen Priscilla, and how he had

sped in his courtship, Only smoothing a little, and softening down her


But when he came at length to the words Pris

cilla had spoken, Words so tender and cruel: “Why don't you

speak for yourself, John ?” Up leaped the Captain of Plymouth, and

stamped on the floor, till his armor Clanged on the wall, where it hung, with a

sound of sinister omen.

All his pent-up wrath burst forth in a sudden

explosion, Even as a hand-grenade, that scatters destrucWildly he shouted, and loud : “ John Alden!

tion around it.

you have betrayed me ! Me, Miles Standish, your friend ! have sup

planted, defrauded, betrayed me! One of my ancestors ran his sword through the

heart of Wat Tyler; Who shall prevent me from running my own

through the heart of a traitor ? Yours is the greater treason, for yours is a trea

son to friendship! You, who lived under my roof, whom I cher

ished and loved as a brother;

You, who have fed at my board, and drunk at

my cup, to whose keeping I have intrusted my honor, my thoughts the

most sacred and secret, You too, Brutus! ah woe to the name of

friendship hereafter ! Brutus was Cæsar's friend, and you were mine,

but henceforward

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