been lost, and that not a trace of her crew had
been discovered, although a brother captain of Captain Summers had
made every inquiry in his power, and a ship of war had been sent to
search for them.
Margery was now the sole earthly object round which the affections of
Captain and Mrs Askew ere entwined. Tom Bowlby, too, had
transferred his love for her brother to her. She was a bright sunny little
creature, with light auburn hair, deep blue eyes, and a pure rich glowing
complexion, which might have vied with that of the lily, had it not been
burnt by the sun and sea breezes. No one who saw her, or heard her
joyous ringing laugh, or her voice so soft or gentle when moved by pity
or sorrow, could fail to love her. She had learned to think of Jack as of
a brother gone on a long, long voyage, whom she should meet again,
not for years perhaps, but some day certainly, and so she ceased to
mourn for him. The captain had seen so many of his companions
launched into watery graves, and knew so well that it is the fate for
which all who go to sea must be prepared, that he accepted his lot as
common to many another parent, though his gallant boy was not often
out of his thoughts. He and Tom seldom, as was once their wont, talked
over their adventures and battles, for Jack and his doings was the theme
on which, when together, they loved to speak, in subdued tones though,
and often with faltering voices and tears springing unexpectedly to their
eyes.
Margaret seldom spoke about her boy, but she did not think of him the
less, and there lingered yet in her mother's heart the hope--she knew it
was baseless, yet she dared not contradict it--that she should yet again
fold him to her heart on earth; she knew that she should meet him in
heaven. One thing Margaret bethought herself that she would do. She
might assist to save others from the fate which had befallen her own
dear boy. The day on which the sad tidings reached her she had retired
to an upper chamber of the tower which overlooked the sea, to pray that
strength might be given her to bear her deep affliction. To those who
pray aright, never are their petitions refused. By labouring for the good
of others, the sorrow-stricken heart is greatly relieved. "Surely, if this
tower could be seen by night as well as by day, it would show the
entrance to our sheltered bay," she said to herself. She possessed a large
bright lamp; filling it with oil and trimming it carefully, she placed it in
the window as the shades of evening closed over the then tranquil
ocean. Night after night, without fail, she did the same, allowing no one,
not even Margery, to share her task. By and by a reflector and more
powerful burners were obtained, and the rays of the lamp were thrown
still further over the sea. The fishermen out on the waters soon learned
whence the light came, and blessed the hand that placed it there.
CHAPTER TWO.
MARGARET--STEPHEN--THE ROCKS--THE FACE--BLIND
PETER--THE STORM.
When the old tower of Stormount was being fitted for a modern
habitation, the original arrangements of the interior had been in a great
measure restored. Entering at the gateway, a narrow passage led to the
foot of a spiral stair which ran up to the top of the building. On each
story there was a landing-place, into which the rooms opened. Most of
them were in shape like a slice of cake, the largest, used as a
sitting-room, almost semi-circular. At each window there was a deep
recess--the windows themselves in the lower stories being very narrow,
having been made rather as loopholes for musketry than to let in light--
while in the upper story they were square and low, formed as ports for
such cannon as were used in the days of the Commonwealth. Under the
ground-floor some of the inmates suspected that there were vaults, as at
two or three spots a hollow sound on stamping hard was elicited, but as
there was no apparent way down, the captain had not thought it worth
while to break up the pavement to examine them. The dining-room,
kitchen, some offices and bedrooms were in the newer part of the
structure.
Captain Askew's own room was one of those on the upper story,
looking towards the sea. It could not be called his study--for he was not
a reading man, and there were but few books in it,--but it contained
something of everything, arrayed in the most perfect order on shelves
arranged one above another, in cupboards, on
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