, 1888-11-22

In her voice that it seemed as thog oh
he must hear and answer. were he at the
other side of the world Involuntary
she put out her arms, seeing nothing,
hearing nothing, in the anguish of that
sudden doubt. Suddenly she ran against
something, unseen through her binding
tears. and a harsh voice exclaimed
What mean ye. girl, rinnin' against
peaceable folk in such manner2 Haze ye
no @ en- your headI Gao hame to yo;Ir
guide aunt, girl, and tell her DR. Maken
zie says she's neglectin her duty I'm
hearin' strange an wicked tales o ye.
Margurth."
1t was dusk when she reached the little
cottage. How long she had wandered in
her crushing grief she did not know The
door stood open, and as she crossed the
threshold her foot touched a PROSTATE
figure. 1t moaned as she bent over il.
and Margurth cried in sudden horror.
Aunt, aunt"
By great eXertion she succeeded in get
ting her on the bed, and her she threw
her little shawl over her head and started
for the village. The way had never been
so long before, yet she had never gone SO
fast. At last she stood before the house
of the English doctor, who had recently
come there, and hurriedly rang the bell
She could not go to DR.. Mackenzie, who
had dosed her aunt with harmless pills
for years. The doctor was at home, and
looked sharply at her as she made known
her errand.
You are cold and tired. my girl, he
said, come in and rest.
ma, ma, l Gamma" she cried, breath
lessly. Haste, guide mon, oh, make
haste-she's like to deel' 1t seemed to
her almost as though she was in some
way to blame for her aunt's seizure.
The doctor shook his head when he saw
the patient. She might live a month, he
said, and she might live only till morn
ing. He gave Margurth some medicine
for her and then went away, promising to
look in again the next day.
One week, two weeks passed and then
the stern soul was forever at rest. 1t
was not until after the funeral that Mar.
gurth had time to think of herself and
her own future. The events of that af
ternoon had so faded before the tragedy
that followed, that it was not until now
that she remembered how near fair night
had come. Her mind was in an agony of
hope and fear, belief and f%oreboding. Her
days were full of waking terrors, her
nights, of fearsome dreams. The min.
lister called to advise with her as to her
future, and was willing enough to receive
her into his own family, her aunt having
left her all the little wealth accumulated
by years of toll, but Margurth seemed
scarcely to hear him, and only said.
"Wait a wee, sir, an let me speir wi my
sell afore / say 'ay' or ma"
Il am fearful, Margurth, that what the
evil tongues say has some foundation o
truth. l will return to you when you
are acquent wi your own mind, " said the
good man, half angrily, as he took his
leave. 81 shall send my sister to be wi
you till you haze decidit."
Twas fair dav fast Sinkipp into mint
AL day long knots of girls llud ga; lered
among the gay booths or under the trees
ut the edge of the grounds, discussing
some project which seemed to cause mirth
for all, and to which one fair haired girl
cried 'shame!'-a cry which was drowned
in laughter. AS the dusk deepened they
stealthily left the place and in the early
dark gathered around a little cottage in
the outskirts of the village. AT first there
was laughing and rapping at the doors.
and cries of "Margurthl"-then one or
two stopped and threw handfuls of mud
at the shining windows; and finally one.
more bold than the rest, pushed open the
door and led them in to wreak their chas
tisement on the unhappy girl within.
But Margurth was not there.
1t was a beautiful night-soft and dark,
lit only by the stars, that winked merrily
at the lark river flowing heavily by.
. '" u "SIO OuIlluGu dpdllSU lue SUR
lit sky, sitting hand in hand on the bal
cony above; a third crouched stealthily
below. The man was speaking and there
was no installing the love that quivered
through his earnest tones. The listener
below shivered with mortal cold.
There is one incident in my life, Ethel.
that | have been ashamed to tell you"
His companion turned her soft eyes on
him in wondering surprise. But now
fl,4 ,,,r ,-1II.r- L. ---- -
tinued. 81 feel that must tell you and
so be able to bring to you a clear con
science. More than a year-age4-was in
Scotland, as you know, and while there u
little Scotch lassie fell in love with me.
I'll admit | was iattered, too, and-well,
to tell the truth, | suppose | made love to
her, and finally went through the Scotch
custom of breaking a sixpence with her
partly because she expected it. and |
couldn't bear to see the tears in her blue
eyes, and partly because l couldn't resist
the romance of it. | kept my half; here
it is"
He laid the little broken bit of silver in
the palm outstretched to receive it, kiss
ing the little fingers as he did so.
But you love me best, Alan2" she muir
INJURED.
'Ay, love, better than life itself" he
said, and the %crouching figure moaned as
IL III PAIL uhen rose ana Stole nolSeleSSly
away.
Then l forgive you, you bad boyl" she
said, tenderly. 'And no doubt your
Scotch lassie forgot all about you before
the year was out, and has peacefully mar
ried some shepherd or something-they
are most all shepherds in Scotland. aren't
they2"
Il hope she has. " said Alan. doubtfully.
Some way he could not quite forget the
look in her eyes that last morning as she
bade him good-by.
Hank, what was thatl'
Blu the river tells no tales, even though
it gives up it's dead.-Kate A. Bradley il
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