Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-08-25
YContinued from first page

Continued from nrst paSe.1
80 much as Scotland. Some day shall
make pilgrimage there
DIR. Buchanan flushed with strange
pleasure at this earnest praise of his IAN
countree." "And are you sure. he
asked, THAT you are not OF Scotch descent
yourselfP / cannot help thinking SO no"
more than ever"
"And l think so, too" said Flossy.
gravely, "though my father was OF irish
parentage. But. you know. once upon
iime-Im sure don't know when, Tor L
never can remember dates-but not sucn
a very great while ago, number OF
Scotch families exiled themselves to the
north of Ireland for the sake OF their re-
ligiop, and formed colony there, whose
descendants are still Presbyterians. am
sure nv father came OF these people.
though was too young ever TO be talked
TO about these things. For he was the
perfect realization, in mind and person, OF
nv idea OF Scotch Covenauter; tall ana
large and austere, with blue eyes that
looked right through one, and IA mouth
that seldom smiled.
He was a Presbyterian, dyed in the
wool. and his idea OF milk for babies was
the "Contessioa OF Faith and the "W est
minister Catcchism." How well remem-
Der standing up before him of Sunday
| mean Sabbath-afteln noon, when about
so high beginning at What is the chiel
end OF man?" and going all through the
mysteries of redemption, Justification and
specification, about as Understandings as
Deb Milton used to read Greek to her Ia
Their. Aud my mother sat by-she was
sunny hearted EDglishwoman-protestlng
in vain against her little ones being toid
that they were the children OF wrath, and
as likely as not foreordained by Gods
good pleasure to eternal misery. Oh, how
plainly can see it all now, though 1t Is
many a weary day since saw them
Flossy leaned back in the great leathern
chair, and shutting her poor eyes. suffered
herself to wander back into the halt tor
gotten past and Dr. Buchanan stood by
looking down upon the wisttul young lace
which he had only seen before sparkling
with the sunshine of merry mood. or
pale with patience under pain, thinking
how sweet it was in shine or shadow, and
feeling a curious sensation of sympathy
and interest for his fair young patient,
stirring somewhere under his vest.
When he spoke, however, it was in the
..Well, am delighted that my intuition
has proved correct about our being one
country folk" he said. "And now, do
YOU know, believe | could guess your
house name !; could tell you at least what
Think you ought to have been called"
.'Wha,?n asked Flossy, laughing and
curious.
Lone of the sweet Scotch lassie names,
of course; ! cannot quite decide; Ellie or
Marian or Flora. Flora, | think, would
suit you best. Do you like itP"
Flora started in amused surprise, but
assumed a demure look. "Why does Flora
suit me best?" she asked.
DR.. Buchanan hesitated. Redeemed, and
then spoke out:
"You must pardon ME, for you have
asked the question. 1t is because you
have such a flower-lke face, such peach
blossom cheeks and rosebud lips, eyes
like bluebelIs, and hair as yellow as the
golden gorse on our glorious Scotch
moors. You must know yourself that it
suits you
4 Flossy's peach blossoms turned to car
nations, but she laughed in glee and said
merrily:
"Well, you are no. far wrong. My
name is Florence"
The doctor started and flushed.
"Is it so, indeedP" he said, eagerly. but
/ should-they should-call you Flora, as
a pet name. Do lheyP'
mo- said his patient. "Fred-and
Fred is all l have now"-the shadow
crossed her face again-''calls me always
Flossy." The glow faded from the doc
tor face likewise, and he bit his lip. He
had forgotten for moment, tina. she be-
longed 10 Fred" and he did not find it
pleasant to be thus abruptly minded of it.
He said, presently in quiet voice:
Its pretty little name. And now,
here is your medicine; and you are not
to forget that after this we two Highland
f ks are to be real friends"
II think that We are so already said
Flossy, simply, looking at him with clear
glance of her truthful eyes, and putting
her hand frankly into the one he offered.
as he rose TO GO.
lCoNTINuED TOMORROW