Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1885-10-30
CHAPTER NNNVIII.
CONFESSION.

That night hc slept long and soundly,
and his DIR ans were all about lnvcr- Nh
dai ana the quiet lie among the hills, and
strangely enough he tHncied himself there
al q Mcrn'e absent, ana always he WAS
wondering when She was coming back
trC m Glasgow town, and always ne kept
locking tor her rs each sUCCtss.Ne mail
car came through Fl, IN the south. And
then II Tie morning, Wien he awUkr and
tnund hiasvlt in the great city itself, and
knew that Mocnie WIS there too, and that
in Il few hours they We're to meet his
heart was hllcd with joy, and the day
seemed itch ald full of promise, and the
pale and siCklE sunlight tina; struggled in
through the wndDW-pane, and lit no the
dusty lie CON seemed Il glorious thing,
bringing with it all glad tidngs. "IOu,
fortunate Glasgow town ~ he had rhVmed
III he olden days: and this was the well
come that Glasgow town had for Meene
sunlight, and perhaps II glimpse of blue
here and there and II light west wind
blowing in from the heights of Dowan
Hill ana Hill Head
He dressed with particular care and If
his garments were not of the newest fash
ionable cut, at least they clung with
sufficient grace and simplicity of outline
to the manly and well-set figure. And he
knew himself that he was looking less
haggard than on the previous day lie
was feeling altogether better: the long
and sound sleep had proved a powerful
restorative, and his heart was light with
hope. The happy sunlight shining out
there on the gray pavements and the gray
fronts of the hOuses-waS there ever in all
the world a fairer anl ioyfuler city than
this same Glasgow town
He was in BlythswoOd Square long be-
fore the appointed hour; and she also was
n little early. But this time it was Meene
who was shy and embarrassed she was
not so earnest and anxious as she had been
the day before, for much of her errand
was now satisfactorily accomplished and
when, after moments hesitation, he
asked her whether she would not 90 and
have look at the terraces and trees in
the West End Park, it seemed so like two
lovers setting out for wa together that
the conscious blood mantled in her cheeks
and her eyes were averted. But she
atrove to be very business-like. and asked
HIM number of questions about Mr..
Weems, and wondered that the Americans
had said nothing further about the pur
chase of an estate in the Highlands, of
which there had been some little talk In
this way, and With chance inquiries about
Maggie, and the Reverend Andrew and
Mr.. Murray, and Harry the terrier and
what not, they made their way through
various thorOugh-fares, until they reached
the tall gates of the West End Park.
Here there was much more quetude
than in those noisy streets: and wi hen they
hnd walked along one or more of the wide
terraces until they came to seat partly
surrounded by shrubs, Neenie suggested
that they might sit down there, for she
wished to reason seriously with him. lie
smiled little, but he was very plastic in
her hands Nay, was il not enough mere
" to hear Meenie speak, no matter what
the sub eCt might be p And then he WAS
sitting by her SIDE, with all that wide
prospect stretched ont before them-the
spacious terraces. the groups of trees.