own at this time. For fully ten years these French refugees were
deprived the privilege of citizenship in the land of their adoption.

A colony of Scotch Presbyterians, numbering ten families, was located at
Port Royal, South Carolinia, in 1682, and four years later was attacked
and dispersed by the Spaniards, who claimed Port Royal as a dependency
of St. Augustine.

The persecution of the Huguenots in France drove many to seek homes in
the colonies, despite English hatred to them.

The struggles of South Carolinia with the Indians, and the attempted
oppression of the home government is but a repetition of the experience
of the other colonies, until the good John Archdale came as governor of
the Carolinias. His administration was short, but highly beneficial. He
healed dissensions, established equitable laws, in the spirit of a true
Christian example of toleration and humanity. He cultivated friendly
intercourse with the Indians and the Spaniards at St. Augustine, so that
his administration was marked as a season of peace, prosperity and
happiness.

CHAPTER IX.

CHARLES AND CORA.

We wandered to the pine forest,
That skirts the ocean foam.
The lightest wind was in its nest,
The tempest in its home.
The whispering waves were half asleep
The clouds were gone to play,
And on the bosom of the deep
The smile of heaven lay.
--Shelley.

In a thousand artless ways, Cora, despite the strange mystery which
seemed to envelop her, won her way to the hearts of all who knew her.
Goody Nurse, who was a frequent caller at the home of the widow Stevens,
was loud in her praises of the maiden, who had budded into womanhood.
Charles found her growing more shy, as she became more mature and more
beautiful; but as she grew more reserved, her power over him became
greater, until, though unconscious of it, she had made him her slave.

One day he met her in one of her short rambles about the wood near the
house. Her eyes were on the ground, and her face was so sad that it
seemed to touch his heart. He went toward her, and she started from her
painful reverie and looked as if she would fly.

"Cora, it is I, are you afraid of me?" he asked.

"No."

Then he went to her side and asked:

"Why are you so sad to-day?"

"Do I seem sad?"

"You look it."

"It is because of the good pastor's hatred of me. You were not at Church
last Lord's day?"

"No; I wa