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THE UNFORGOTTEN. BS Slowly, fearfully passed the days; there were no tidings of Hope Vines. Days grew into months, and these into yeara, and yet sbe came not, and the beautiful, white-haired child, whose looks hag been forever associated with the fate of Walter Raleigh, in the minds not only of his kinsmen, but of the colonists at large, grew to be a tale of the olden time. Threads of her long, soft, silvery hair were looked upon as sacred relics, ‘The fearful charge of witchcraft, which the elders would have preferred against her, awakened only re- collections of repreliension, and people recalled nothing but her rare loveliness and her bright, poetic fancies, which ren- dered her ** A thing of beanty, and a joy forever.” There were those who remembered those wonderful eyes of hers, so deep, so bright, and yet so foreboding, oftener fixed upon the skies than upon the earth, and these believed her white locks might be seen mingling with the mist of the Pool, and that her sweet body mingled with its perpetual ebb and flow. Others, remembering her weird, supernatural beauty, and the attempts made by the Terrentines to obtain possession of her person, believed she still lived among them, secreted in some solitary cave, or mountain gorge, where her oracles in- spired their chiefs to great deeds, and helped the women to courage and magnanimity. Little Hope was fast fading into the dim obscurity of fable and romance. The family of Sir Richard Vines, never popular, as we have shown, with their austere neighbors, gradually withdrew themselves from all intercourse with them. Mistress Vines conceived the idea that the Bonytons and others had practiced upon poor Hope some of those terrible ordeals designed to ascertain her complicity with witchcraft, and, the ordeal hay- ing proved fatal to the victim, her death, and the tortures by which it had been accomplished, were doomed to be held a profound secret. ’ ‘This idea she never relinquished, nor was she over careful in expressing her surniises, and the consequence was, a double - Share of animosity was visited upon the unhappy household. Acis of secret malignily were not unfrequent, and the situa- tion of the family grew yearly more uncomfortable, till at cCommicloooks.conns