Telegram-herald., 1890-10-11

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texture a. ~ protect lae body from the
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tare and the eusli oi eNapefaffog nlols-
tare. Bar you can not account Tor tue
apparent aetuAi AGlng ot nlst And
du<xle, dTkzle and INST save on ibe
tneoFy that endless eompanl0usf,ip with
anything as exasps rating as 'ntefm.t-
taat fog, san and dr.zLle, Ia tame, gives
the habit OF lkmg, i not indeed oi
love. That The Scotch love Their mlsts
and drlzzle YOU have endless proof.
"Desr Aud Revkief loia foggy.
or smoky, Is not only tue
pfdelul appellstion FOR mist
wgesihed, drzL.e-sprlnkied Edinburgh,
one oi the notwithstanding cites OF the
world, bat Il Is the lOye-name OF al old
scotia Itself Any dsy IA the year-f0r
"A Scotland YOU viii be caught in 4
shower or swifled ia fog every day OF
the yesr-yOu viii meet groups OF
society ladies OF business men gathered
ar crossings or near important banding
entrances, CHEEKY Is larks on n June
morning IA Their ex. hauge OF cOullesles
or gossip, while tiny riils of gain are
merrily cOursng from their ears, chins
and noses. or seeking along tolerauye
vertebr,e the sequesteped and spongy
shades of walst bands, hlp pockets and
kitsd skirts. Wmle about George
Square at Glasgow, the old Iron
Steepe. Dumiries, the picturesque
landing-place at Oban, and along High
Street or IN Waterloo Place. Edln-
burgh, you will see scores OF people
standing idly in the ram; as though
they had come out OF lrksome and
conhnlng habitations for an inygora-
ting sup, literally sup, OF tins sort OF
fresh air.
Perhaps il is the wizard witchery of
Scott, as poet and novelist, perhaps
the radiant romance of all Scottish
Borderland, but you never tire of
tender Tweed-vale and its sweetly-
flowing stream. You are not the
first 10 feel this. The old monks
loved the valley and dotted the Tweed
side with splendid monasteres. Their
grazing lands were the richest; their
cattle the finest, the gram Of the
plumpest kernel; their fruit the sweetest;
in all Britain. Tradition has 1t that
the fine old -apple-orchards still stand
here-all of them on the Tweed's north
banks, and many of them rs wonder
full in their fruitage as IN that mar
velous Vale of Apples where once dwelt
Gabriel and Evangeline at the edge OF
Mnas Basln-were planted by these
cowled and sandaled folk. That must
have been hundreds of years ago. But
these rare old trees are big, gnaTled and
gray enough for that. Little hamlets
nave grown up within and about these
ancient orchards. Weayers' villages
they once were. The clack of the dusty
loom is now still; but they are quaint
old nests housing quaint old folk, who
nave ripened and mellowed IN these
sunny places along the Tweed until
they tit into their orchard environment
IS the orchards themselves blend with
the restful landscape. If you have
wandered up and down the Tweed,
perhaps of all these brae-Side neSis you
nave found Gattonside, by MelrOse, the
dreamlest and qualntest. Leaving the
giorlousabbey to your right you saun-
ter along shadOwy road Oyerarched
with Scotch hrs and beeches, cool and
fragrant. On the one side u ancient
st. Cuthbert's and moss grown mill
and dam. Tiny fields with tidlly-
stocked grain rise in patches OF yellow,
gray and green on the other. Al the
end of the vista now and then flashes
the blue of the Tweed. Tnen an Old
suspension bridge is crossed. Above
and below, anglers stand waist deep n
the river, and a few carts are taking
gravel from It's SHINING bed. A llttle
farther on groups of old peasant
women, pausng now and then to bless
the COvenanters or bOli new bree
from an old scandal, are cutting
thlstles and weeds with slcsies
at the waterside. These bran-
bes will be dried to help piece out
the meager fuel IN the near winter
DAYS. Al the village edge the road
nds; or rather blends INTO score of
century-beaten paths; for Gattouside
has no street. Each OF It's taatched
houses, as # with n touch OF scotch
Obstlnacy, sets It's face towards IFS own
lSlng; but all have the Tweed and H.
songs just below them; and every one
mas its orchard enclosed with a yellow
or white slnuOus wall. Huge a. oaks
are these knotted old apple trees, but
their well pruned branches are bend
ing even to the cottage roofs with sucn
loads OF "rosy-cheekit' apples. that
their scarlet blends strangely with the
red tiles, and gives the whole village
the appearance of gorgeous CLOAK
spread upon the emerald of the hill
side. When the blossoms are lush IN
the spring time what a glory of color
must lie under the sun here IN old
GaitOnslde, Ii men live n the village
your keenest gaze cannot find them. IL
i shopless. save wnere IN one little
window "sweeties" of ancient make
and favor are exposed. It - kirsles..
and nought but the sound Of the old
abbey bell from a mile away at Mel
rose dIsturbs the Wondrous quiet Of the
place All doors are open 20 al ln
Scotland, and YOU peer INTO tins cot
tage ami thst The incarnation Of
sweetness and cleanliness. bnt no
human. j. beheid. Here = an
old scnoOl house. deserted and
silent. An orchard WAS Its playground.
bat q few sheep are grazing among