Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-06

! And:peace and contentment aye breathed In its
With songs from the mother, and legends from
| sire,
How biithe were we all round the cheery peat
! frel
-Calsdonia's blue-bells, bonny blue-bells!
"You have an excellent memory" Lord
| Musselburgh said, good naturedly. Those
| patriotic illusions seem to have impressed
you"
''That was written by the Bard of
Amulree, your lordship, continued the
garrulous old man; land a truer Scotchman
does not breathe, though America has been
his home nearly all his life. And there IS
many another, both in Canada and in the
United States. They NAV be in happier
circumstances than they would have been
in the old country; they may have plenty OF
friends around them; but still their hearts
turn back to
Where I've watched the gIoamin' close
The long bright summer days;
And doubted not that fairies dwelt
On Cathkin's bonnie braes;
Aud RuglIn Brig and Cathkin braes
And Clyde's meandering stream,
7e shall be subject of my lays
As ye are of my Dreams
Nor are they ashamed of their Scottish
way of speech-ye may observe, my lord,
that I've kept twsng of it myself, even
among all my wanderings; and 10th would
1 be to lose it. But I'm wearying your
lordship," the old man said, in a suddenly
altered tone. 81 would just say that col
lection Of what the Scotch poets in America
have written ought to be interesting to
Seetchmen everywhere, and perhaps to
others as we'll; for patriotism is virtue
that commands respect. I beg your pardon
for encroaching on your Iordshlp's time
ooh, that's nothing" Lord Musselburgh
said, easily; 'but we must not keep the
young lady waiting" He glanced in the
direction of the girl who was standing by
the table. She was turning over the leaves
of a book. Then he resumed the converse
tion-but in a much lower key.
81 quite understand, Mr.. Bethune," he
said, so that she should not overhear, what
you wrote to me-that the bringing out of
such q volume will require time and ex-
pense. And-and you must allow me TO
join in, in the only way l can. Now what
sum -"
He hesitated. Mr.. Bethune said
"Whatever your lordship pleases."
The young man went into the front por-
tion Of the long apartment (where his friend
was still discreetly standing behind the
window eurtalns) and opened q dispatch box
and sat down. He drew out a cheque for
ESQ, enclosed it in an envelope, and, coming
back, slipped IL into the old man s hands-
"I hope that will help, and 1 shall be glad
to hear of the progress of the work"
81 thank your lordship," Mr.. Bethune
said, without any obsequiousness or profu-
sion Of gratitude.
And then he turned to his granddaughter
"MaisrieP'
The girl came away &C once. She bowed
to Lord Musselburgh in passing, WITH
lifting her eyes. He, however, put out his
hand, and said 'Good-byeI' Nay, more
than that although he had previously rang
the bell, he accompanied them both down.
stairs, and stood at the door while four
wheeled cab was being called for them.
Then, when they had lett, he returned to
the room above, and called lightly to his
friend younger than himself eVen) who was
still standing at the window:
Ready, Vim. Come along, thenl Did
you hear the old man and his poetry2-a
harmless old maniac, 1 think. Well, let's
be of to Victoria; we'n get down to the
Bungalow in time for good hours lawn
tennis before dinner"
Meanwhile old George Bethune and his
were being driven away east
ward in the cab: and he was chatting gaIIy
10 her with the air OF one who had been sue
cessful in some enterprise. He had doffsd
his Scotch plaid; and, what is more, he had