The sound of wheels was heard.
"They are coming," whispered Cynthia.
As for Edith, she was voiceless.
And then the carriage emerged from the trees.
[to be continued.]
STORIES IN AMERICAN LITERATURE.
BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
In the old seaport town of Salem, with its quaint houses with their carved doorways and many windows, with its pretty rose gardens, its beautiful overshadowing elms, its dingy court-house and celebrated town pump, Hawthorne passed his early life, his picturesque surroundings forming a suitable setting to the picture we may call up of the handsome imaginative boy whose early impressions were afterward to crystallize into the most beautiful art that America has yet known. Behind the town stood old Witch Hill, grim and ghastly with the memories of the witches who had been hanged there in colonial times. In front spread the sea, a golden argosy of promise, whose wharves and store-rooms held priceless stores of merchandise.