"Oh, my angel-girl! My angel-girl! Your patient heroism puts me to the blush, for my heart is crushed in my bosom and my firmness quite gone!" said Traverse, in a broken voice. "You will gain firmness, dear Traverse. 'Patient!' I patient! You should have heard me last night! I was so impatient that Doctor Williams had to lecture me. But it would be strange if one did not learn something by suffering. I have been trying all night and day to school my heart to submission, and I hope I have succeeded, Traverse. Bless me and bid me good-by." "The Lord forever bless and keep you, my own dear angel, Clara!" burst from the lips of Traverse. "The Lord abundantly bless you!" "And you," said Clara. "Good-by!--good-by!" "Good-by!" And thus they parted. Clara was hurried away and put into the carriage by her guardian. Ah, no one but the Lord knew how much it had cost that poor girl to maintain her fortitude during that trying scene. She had controlled herself for the sake of her friends. But now, when she found herself in the carriage, her long strained nerves gave way--she sank exhausted and prostrated into the corner of her seat, in the utter collapse of woe! But leaving the travelers to pursue their journey, we must go back to Traverse. Almost broken-hearted, Traverse returned to Willow Heights to convey the sad tidings of his disappointment to his mother's ear. Marah Rocke was so overwhelmed with grief at the news that she was for several hours incapable of action. The arrival of the house agent was the first event that recalled her to her senses. She aroused herself to action, and, assisted by Traverse, set to work to pack up her own and his wardrobe and other personal effects. And the next morning Marah Rocke was re-established in her cottage. And the next week, having equally divided their little capital, the mother and son parted--Traverse, by her express desire, keeping to his original plan, set out for the far West. CHAPTER II. OLD HURRICANE STORMS. "At this sir knight flamed up with ire! His great chest heaved! his eyes flashed fire. The crimson that suffused his face To deepest purple now gave place." Who can describe the frenzy of Old Hurricane upon discovering the fraud that had been practised upon him by Black Donald? It was told him the next morning in his tent, at his breakfast table, in the presence of his assembled family, by the Rev. Mr. Goodwin. Upon first hearing it, he was incapable of anything but blank staring, until it seemed as though his eyes must start from their sockets! Then his passion, "not loud but deep," found utterance only in emphatic thumps of his walking stick upon the ground! Then, as the huge emotion worked upward, it broke out in grunts, groans and inarticulate exclamations! Finally it burst forth as follows: