'Then he's either dead or gone away for iver,' she whispered. 'I mun

be both feyther and mother to my child.' 'Oh! thee must not give it up,' replied he. 'Many a one is carried

off to the wars, or to the tenders o' men-o'-war; and then they turn

out to be unfit for service, and are sent home. Philip 'll come back

before the year's out; thee'll see that.' 'No; he'll niver come back. And I'm not sure as I should iver wish

him t' come back, if I could but know what was gone wi' him. Yo'

see, sir, though I were sore set again' him, I shouldn't like harm

to happen him.' 'There is something behind all this that I do not understand. Can

thee tell me what it is?' 'I must, sir, if yo're to help me wi' your counsel; and I came up

here to ask for it.' Another long pause, during which Jeremiah made a feint of playing

with the child, who danced and shouted with tantalized impatience at

not being able to obtain possession of the seal, and at length

stretched out her soft round little arms to go to the owner of the

coveted possession. Surprise at this action roused Sylvia, and she

made some comment upon it.

'I niver knew her t' go to any one afore. I hope she'll not be

troublesome to yo', sir?' The old man, who had often longed for a child of his own in days

gone by, was highly pleased by this mark of baby's confidence, and

almost forgot, in trying to strengthen her regard by all the winning

wiles in his power, how her poor mother was still lingering over

some painful story which she could not bring herself to tell.

'I'm afeared of speaking wrong again' any one, sir. And mother were

so fond o' Philip; but he kept something from me as would ha' made

me a different woman, and some one else, happen, a different man. I

were troth-plighted wi' Kinraid the specksioneer, him as was cousin

to th' Corneys o' Moss Brow, and comed back lieutenant i' t' navy

last Tuesday three weeks, after ivery one had thought him dead and

gone these three years.' She paused.

'Well?' said Jeremiah, with interest; although his attention

appeared to be divided between the mother's story and the eager

playfulness of the baby on his knee.

'Philip knew he were alive; he'd seen him taken by t' press-gang,

and Charley had sent a message to me by Philip.' Her white face was reddening, her eyes flashing at this point of her

story.

'And he niver told me a word on it, not when he saw me like to break

my heart in thinking as Kinraid were dead; he kept it a' to hissel';

and watched me cry, and niver said a word to comfort me wi' t'

truth. It would ha' been a great comfort, sir, only t' have had his

message if I'd niver ha' been to see him again. But Philip niver let

on to any one, as I iver heared on, that he'd seen Charley that

morning as t' press-gang took him. Yo' know about feyther's death,

and how friendless mother and me was left? and so I married him; for

he were a good friend to us then, and I were dazed like wi' sorrow,

and could see naught else to do for mother. He were allays very

tender and good to her, for sure.' Again a long pause of silent recollection, broken by one or two deep

sighs.




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