The sun., 1890-07-20
away ~ but these little peoulisrities we're lost
In the fefyor of his enthusIRsm,

Ana many dnofhfr 'nosf az good.
ThsT'rs IKE men 10 iSsG their blood
For their eountryi
Then there was q touch Of pathos.
Pare mee toetL lore, ana adtsui
utthat was Immediately dismissed:
| FtercCr thoughts have than pou
"fgtI i.,a ,,sr.ys sr,y, g'' sd''GT" '''0
And then he stretched forth his right arm
and detained In loud and portentous tones:
see q. 6toodV tented G.ld
hIos tSs psmsE yisS r t11g cioyg Sss s.stsS
| Three cheers ror pietoTp
Suddenly his face blanched. For at this mo:
With 'G aStonishmens tN and indignation only tod
| legiblo on her angular features.
sound he bold S Serrior seemed 70 G cospse into to
| limp rag. Am SURPRISED lam indeed sur
gFsCd Really sI5 how can ss.,Ug you sno0pFSEs
on as shs litsd up the deserted tpnbIerat0r t'I
MSS and vanished from the room. Really
h' .nSS 5fSqHb M bsnaSS Si S'S % sHHS
In some Of your husbands yrItinGs" ~, ,..,m
dinner. Hes TOOL. and that's bad enough; !;
SSt syne siR 81 ySH SHt a HAWAII ny ~ MhHs
good he S e anybSdy dnoa Sa6t He wont
How can you expect in" George Bethuno
would be dssrHdation; Men Of genius ought
In the yorkus, / suppose" she said sharply,
| But here Naisrie Bethune came UP stairs and
h"6d pS and hs s Rans
cd its expression and became as amiable and
s he o os Ma T aET
ter that he had procured The did NOT say howl
places at the - Theatre for the iolIowI,ng
tie break IN their quiet lives.
VIZ sq Ge
happy enough IN spend ing the evening at home
with you. and every day now | ask myself
when am to begin c99pyipg the poems..tor 4. the
such a wonderful memory. Grnnutatler, be;;
write them down. and let the printers have
then: Twas SO glad when yon let mo help yoni
You YOU Know gDy my writing writ @ is cear enoushoyou re-
member what the foreman printer said Don't
you think we could begin tonight. ,grand-
iui verses are SO fond II them, and proud
Of them because they are written by issH: seStch,
mo TO write them out for you"
oh. yes yes. he said, fretfully. but not to.
And md then he he adieI. in a ssntIer way: well,
It is n wonderful blessing. a good memory. |
never, want for a. companion. when I've q
my BRAIN. On the darkest and wettest day
here here in this big city what have you to do but
The broom o the Overwhelmingly
and ut once YOU have before you golden banks
and meadows and June skies. ana all else Is
forgotten. Indeed. lass, Scotland has become
for inc such storehouse OF beautiful things
In imagination-that am almost afraid TO re-
turn 1t in case the reality might dissppoln5
treasure every inch of the sacred soil; but
sometimes wonder II You will recognize the
me. there is naught else | fear now: there are
no human lies shall have to take up again;
fhall Ra asa.I not have to mourn the 'Bourocks O.
What is that. grandfather"
-" II you had been brought up In Scotland.
ging O. bourooks was among chldren-pay:
houses In the sand. But something's the word
title 81 Hew Ain lie 5 8 poem. That poem is one @
thht fhal be Pc proud to ve place to u n my
HeS Is NO ae With
i! 6o@s: 81. arc net likely to forget the BouroeEs
Con you remember It, grandfather"
Can notT' said he: and herewith he re-
Isats nsatsd tho lines. never faltering once for
Ilett ye. Jeanie, blooming fair
I've ;onnd ye on the banks o. Ayr
That plays mnnE iaiye heather:
wife aid exc u mither
Ileft ye 'mAng the leaves sac green
Ye,re fairer, statelier, can see.
Ye're wiser. nae doubt JeAnio;
BY MSns ana ne ls t@sF @ti Barasny iRs
It's very sad. grandfather" she said. visit
"The way. OF the world-the way of the
world. said he; and observing that she had
rose and went to the manteIpiees for his pipe.
There's many true story Of that kind, We'll;
Mase , y3p Rr6 1ns t6 get y1ge yOR and VEL
while she went to fetch the violin, and as he
cut his tobacco. no sang in ouaverlng
voice
Oh the broom the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o tho CowdonknoweS
s TSa w,r' w.! s6dS a, hamo me 1ISa in,,v o,,,,
And then he went to the window TO smoke |
his pipe In peace and quiet, while Maisrie. |
seated further back In the, shadow Of the room.
Ruess-and fear-that she might have an audi |
enoe OF moro than one! At all, events her |
ceased, and after a second or so OF silence. |
there came another sound into the prevailing !
husht was one 0t tas S4nG1 TiIE Without MoFdf
i'aiH{ H{eiIo. IR1 said Mr. Behune, when he heard
the FIRST iow,rinpllEg notes. have We mu-
Yes grandfather" Ma!srie replied. rather
timidly; Last Last plight when you were out
";Ah. a music mistress, l dare say. Poor
thinenperhaps all alonet,and me m wishing to be
y
They listened Without further speech until
the last notes bad gradually died away.
Now. Maisrie, it's your turn"
oh. no, grandfather!" she said, hastily.
why notW
1T would be like answerinR-to stranger"
And are we not all strangers" he said.
is what is meant. Wen soon see Come
more than the plashing Of
q fountRin-somethinG with northern fire In
1t, Why not Helen Of Kirkcopnel:,"
violin. and presently she was playing thnt
strangely simple air that nevertheless is about
tragic story to which it is welded. Perhaps the
stranger over there did not know the ballad:
but George Bethune knew 1t only too we'll aud
his voice almost broke into sob rs he said
when she had finished
""Ah, Malsrle It was no music master
taught you that; it was born In your nature,
Sometimes | wonder II q capacity for ntense
sympathy means an equal capacity for suffer-
ing-it is sad II 1t should be 500 thick skin
would be wholesomer-as far as have seen
The world and few have seen more OF 1t. Well.
what has our neEhbor 10 saYW
Their unseen companion on the other side OF
the little thor tourhiare responded with waltz