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The admiral was very much disappointed in not receiving the public honors which he thought due him for assisting Providence.
Preparations were being made by New England and other American colonies to take matters in their own hand, when in the spring of 1713, the war was ended by a treaty concluded at Utrecht, by which England obtained the privilege of being the chief trader of the world in African slaves, and received large accessions of territory from France. The eastern Indians, wearied with the war, sent delegates to Boston to sue for peace; and at Portsmouth the governors of Massachusetts and New Hampshire made a solemn treaty of amity with the chiefs of those tribes, on the 24th day of July, 1713.
Elmer Stevens had given up his brother for dead, as it was now almost ten years since he had heard of him. At the close of the war he abandoned a seafaring life, married a Boston girl and returned to Virginia to assist his father in managing his large plantation.
'ADELE AND THE STRANGER.
O, faithful love, thy poverty embraced !
THOUGH Acadia, by the capture of Port Royal, in 1710, became an English province, it was not, according to the strictest sense of the term, conquered. The Acadians at Grand Pre and other places preserved their language, religion and manners. They offered no physical resistance, yet they refused that obedience of the spirit, which English conquest demands.
At Grand Pre lived Monsieur De Vere hoping day by day that his countrymen would rally to the rescue of his beloved peninsula, and free them from the dominion of the hated English. He had returned shortly after the escape of the prisoner from Quebec; but so busily was he engaged with the French governor in urging him to take some immediate measures to drive the English from Port Royal, that he never learned of the escape of galley slave No. 39, or, if he did, it was but a passing thought and gone in a moment.
Scarcely was the Monsieur returned to his beautiful home at Grand Pre, when he heard of the preparations of the English to assault Quebec. IIe waited in breathless suspense as it were, until he learned of the disaster to Walker's fleet and the return of Nicholson.
Crossing himself, the good Catholic exclaimed:
“May the saints be praised! The cross triumphs over the infidel, and the true church will be established in the New World despite the enemies of God.”
One day, he chanced, by the merest accident, to recall to mind his daughter's strange but persistent request to see galley slave No. 39, and wondered what had been the result of the interview. He did not remember that his daughter had ever mentioned the result to him.
“I will ask her,” he thought. Consequently he summoned his daughter. Adele came, and when her father asked about her interview with the galley slave, a faint flush suffused her cheek, and her great, dark eyes dropped to the floor.
“Why did you wish to see him, Adele?” ..
“He was so young, father, and looked so innocent, I wanted to know his story.”
“And did you learn it?”
“You deny it, Adele. Pray, how do you know? Why do you speak with such great assur
“He told me.”
“By the mass! do you think his word worth considering ?”
“My daughter, you are young and too apt to be moved by sentiment.”
“Not in this instance, father.”
“ He has powerful relatives who would ransom him, had they known he was in prison.”
“Is he not in prison yet?”
“No. 39 éscaped before we left Quebec.”
The father fixed his eyes on his daughter, as if he would read her thoughts. She avoided his earnest gaze, and there came to him a faint suspicion that his daughter might have had considerable to do with the escape of No. 39; but Monsieur De Vere loved his child to a weakness. Had she been other than a girl of excellent common sense, she would certainly have been spoiled, for her father was foolishly indulgent.
If his daughter_his only child had a whim to set at liberty a prisoner, he would not condemn her for it. It was her kindness of heart which prompted her to do the deed.
After a long silence, he asked:
And Adele answered the question with as much indignation as she could assume with her dear father.
“How do you know?”
“ He was a prisoner of war,” she answered, “captured by the combined forces of Indians and French, from some New England frontier town and brought to Canada, and then, because he and some others took a boat and tried to effect their escape, they were sent to the galleys.”.
“ Was it not stealing ?” asked the father.