A babe had been born into a troublesome world, and the infant became a real solace to the young mother.  As the child grew, it became an especial favourite with its grandmother; the elder Nancy rejoiced over the little prattler, and forgot her cause of sorrow.  Young Nancy lived for her child, and on the memory of its father.  Subdued in spirit she was, but her affliction had given force to her character, and she had been heard to declare that wherever Frank might be, she was ever present with him, whatever might be the temptations of the hour, that her influence was all powerful over him for good.  She felt that no distance could separate their souls, that no time could be long enough to destroy the bond between them.

A period of distress fell upon the Trenoweths, and it was necessary that Nancy should leave her home once more, and go again into service.  Her mother took charge of the babe, and she found a situation in the village of Kimyall, in the parish of Paul.  Nancy, like her mother, contrived by force of character to maintain an ascendancy amongst her companions.  She had formed an acquaintance, which certainly never grew into friendship, with some of the daughters of the small farmers around.  These girls were all full of the superstitions of the time and place.

The winter was coming on, and nearly three years had passed away since Frank Lenine left his country.  As yet there was no sign.  Nor father, nor mother, nor maiden had heard of him, and they all sorrowed over his absence.  The Lenines desired to have Nancy’s child, but the Trenoweths would not part with it.  They went so far even as to endeavour to persuade Nancy to live again with them, but Nancy was not at all disposed to submit to their wishes.

It was All-Hallows’ eve, and two of Nancy’s companions persuaded her,—­no very difficult task,—­to go with them and sow hemp-seed.

At midnight the three maidens stole out unperceived into Kimyall town-place to perform their incantation.  Nancy was the first to sow, the others being less bold than she.

Boldly she advanced, saying, as she scattered the seed,—­

    “Hemp-seed I sow thee,
    Hemp-seed grow thee;
    And he who will my true love be,
    Come after me
    And shaw thee.”

This was repeated three times, when, looking back over her left shoulder, she saw Lenine; but he looked so angry that she shrieked with fear, and broke the spell.  One of the other girls, however, resolved now to make trial of the spell, and the result of her labours was the vision of a white coffin.  Fear now fell on all, and they went home sorrowful, to spend, each one, a sleepless night.

November came with its storms, and during one terrific night a large vessel was thrown upon the rocks in Bernowhall Cliff, and, beaten by the impetuous waves, she was soon in pieces.  Amongst the bodies of the crew washed ashore, nearly all of whom had perished, was Frank Lenine.  He was not dead when found, but the only words he lived to speak were begging the people to send for Nancy Trenoweth, that he might make her his wife before he died.