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 52 AHWANEGA.

He clasped her hand with sudden clasp And raised it to his trembling lips, Kissing it fervently — the gleam From fervent eyes dissolves her dream, And from his grasp the white hand slips.

" No, no ! " she rose, " I must begone ;

You beg of me too great a task. It cannot be ; yet ere I go, Your whole life's love shall truly know

Why I refuse the boon you ask.

My vow forbids that I should link

My life unto another's ; yet

My heart too much has long inclined Toward you, in you its joy to find ;

Its duty it must not forget.

Farewell ! I must not come again." She turns — her passing step he hears.

u If love be sin, oh, pardon me!

Too well, alas, have I loved thee ! "

She murmurs through her falling tears.



The Scaur Marie of old Evreux Is seen no more within the town ;

Nor in its streets by night or day

The silent monk who went his way, Bearing the cross that she laid down.

��AHWANEGA : A LEGEND OF THE LOWER COOS AND THE

D ALTON HILLS.

��BY L. WOOD D.

The light of a bright October day is It is about two miles from the rock on

fast dying out; the gray summits of which we are now sitting, to the foot of

"Washington" and '•Lafayette" are re- the mountain, below, where years agone

ceiving the last rays of the descending that old tree waved its green branches,

sun before gloom and night settle over and the ancient oak, that steady record-

the hills of "Coos" and the valley of the er of the lapse of time, counted the win-

u Johns", ters' nights and the summer's suns.

Pause with me and listen to the mel- There is a rocky cliff with jagged per-

ody of the winds and the waters. Cast pendicular front, where just now you see

your eyes westward across the valley the shadows are deepest. It is a wild and

toward the Dalton Hills and up above romantic spot, where the lover of forest

the shadows where the sky and moun- sights and sounds most loves to wander

tains meet, outlining their ragged edges — and thereabout hangs a legend whereof

against the evening west. See that tall I must tell you, if you are in receptive

hemlock resting its wierd leafless form mood,

against the blue? The cliff is known by the country folk

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