moving waters, hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes,
smiling happily and without sign of struggle. Further and further away
they drifted. Then across the still waters came the sound of sweet low
voices singing, and in the stillness which hung over everything the very
words sounded distinctly:--

I am thine,
Thou art mine,
Beyond control;
In the wave
Be the grave
Of heart and soul.

Slowly, slowly they passed out through the moonlit sea, sweetly chanting
their pathetic song; until at last they turned and faced the shore; and in
that moment the old woman recognized in the sailor the lonely maiden's
lover, who had been driven away by her parents so long before.

One long look they took at the Lovers' Cove and the black rock on which
they had met, then turned their happy faces to each other, their lips
meeting in one long, long kiss, and while their lips were meeting they
sank quickly beneath the waves.

A few days later the maiden's body was found not far from the Lovers'
Cove; and some time after news reached the village that on the very night
that she had been seen with him on the rock he had been killed in a
foreign land.

THE SILVER TABLE.

Off Cudden Point, in the parish of Perranuthnoe, there lies buried in the
sea, treasure enough to make anyone who finds it, one of the wealthiest
persons in the whole county.

Now and then, during the spring-tides, when the water is very low,
small portions of it are found, just enough to keep up the excitement,
and cause dozens of children from all the neighbourhood round to gather
there in a swarm, to search among the seaweeds, and dig in the sands,
and venture out in the sea itself as far as they dare. It is only about
once in a blue moon that they do come upon treasure, but there is always
the hope that any hour or day may bring them a big find.

Jewellery and coins, and silver goblets, are some of the treasures they
seek, but the greatest of all is no less a thing than a table, a large and
massive table, too, made of solid silver.

I am sure you would like to know why they expect such a prize, so I will
tell you.

Many, many years ago there lived in those parts a very wealthy man.
He was also a very wicked one, indeed it was said that he was no other
than the Lord of Pengerswick, of whom you will have read in another of
these stories. It was rather difficult to say for certain, for the wicked
old man being an