New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-03-03

his head. As>she did so S he saw her
ball OF yarn clutched tightly in one OF
his rigid hands; and her pretty face
flushed.
Bnt she could do nothing for him
there SO she flew up the steep path.
like a swallow, and on through the
night, to the cottage OF old blind dan.
who had 'twa Draw Lads
1t was not long ere she was leading
the sturdy fellows TO where she had
left the laird sson.
They found him conscious and. able
to tell them how, in riding home. he
had lost himself in a dream, and not
needed that his horse was on the yerv
edge of the cliff until a stumble Of; the
animals had sent steed and rider
| over the rocks, down to the sands. be-
low.
"My Bonnie Raven will ma harfn me
MAR" he said, in conclusion. ssHe is
IN pain. Can one of you shoot2.'
:.Nay!' they told him.
myself"
"They did so, and he drew a re-
volver from his bosom. Janet, with
q shudder, turned away, as, with the
weapon lifted and his face as, white as
death, he took aim at tbs, restless
head Of the injured steed.. A report
went echoing from cliff to cliff and the
bonnie black animal lay dsad.
Douglas Cameron had tainted again,
also.
They lifted him as though he was
child and bore himu thepath. Janet
ran before to prepare her aunt.
| ~ kenned ma guide would COON o sic
folly" Nancy said, simply.
And then she began to prepare a
place for the injured man, her laird's
son.
They laid him ON the couch and
then Nancy sent the lads in different
directions. One hurried across the
crags for DR.. Deane, the other took
long strides toward the residence of
the laird.
''An' tell him the lad be badly bruis-
ed, but ha' life in him yet, Nancy call
ed after her messenger.
The young man had very much life
still IN him, as was proven by the week
OF delirium, during which he was as
one raving mad; but when the con
seriousness returned and he lay weak,
bandaged, with wounds on him which
leave their scars upon him all his life,
he did not Seem unhappy in the cot
tage, but would lie long hours, follow
Ing Janet's movements with his eyes,
Or, bidding her read, would close them
and listen.
| AT last, when the sleet was falling
outside, and rugged Scotland looked
more than usually unlovely, the old
laird drove down to see his son, as he
had done daily since the accident
"Ye're weel enow to gang hame, my
lad, he said, on leaving. "I'll send
for We tomorrow"
After his. father had gone the young
man lay long watching Janet's face as
it bent over her sewing. At last he
spoke:
eye heard it, lass" he said, softly;
l am weel enow to gang hame."
Eyes" she answered.
"Will ye miss me, lassie?"
No reply, but Janet's cheeks are
burning. Oh, how sadly she will miss
the laird's son when he goes back to
his people!
'Lassie-Janet!" He put out his
hands and took her own-not very
white, not very fair, but tender handle
and helpful. ~ will leave We WI a
lighter heart if We but say it. Ye will
think OF me sometimes?"
II couldn't forget she said, softly.
s'Then, when come for We some day,
will we gang wi me, Janet?"
She lifted her serious blue eyes to
his face then: and they were glowing,
but steadfast.
eyes, | will gang WI yewhen yecome
for me, said she.
And he bent forward and kissed her
on the forehead.
Then Nancy came in and the young
man told her.
"When the heather blooms I will
| steal Janet from ye," he said. II
couldna live wi'out the lassie now
an | will cherish her fu' carefully"
The woman looked at him very
grimly.
"It' S ma ill-luck for her," she said at
length, "to wed wi the laird's son, for
my Janet will ha' neither siller nor
| land.
~ will ha' BATH"
cave; an: ye love the lassie. will
miss her sairly, the guide God kens;
but wilma say We nay, for the lassie
loves ye. 1t all cam through that
duff fule o. a Judith MacDougal, an
the spell she wrought on halloween.
All, weel, I'm uncoo glad the lassie's
VN+ I<1r n 7 L T
feared she would bring the de- it him
sell hame wi her that night But the
guide Lord bless We bath, and keep ye
true to ane anither, an happy for
aye! be ma too auld to pray for We;
but thocht 1 could keep my chief
mony a day yet. All, weel, love
steals into young hearts, spells or ma
spells!'
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