The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-06-25
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cious, he replies, and breaks off one as he
speaks.
'Thank you. have not yet expressed
my gratitude for the white heather. How
pretty it isl"
IT am glad you like it. There is spot be-
tween here and Glencrieff where a little of
it can generally be found I gathered it on
my way back"
Glencrieff! Did he then go to see the
Harlands in all that rain? Sylvia is con-
scious that she does not feel pleased and
vet SAYS to herself, what concern is it Of
hers?
'sWere the Harands at home!" she asks.
ooh, yes They were all indoors, grumb-
ling at the weather, and sent thousand
messages to you They hope to see you
again before long. Donald and the pony
are always at your disposal, you know. By
the-by, McKie was there too. He admires
Grace Harland immensely"
Grace! Does he! / did not know DR.,
McKie knew the Harlands. Both Aline and
like him very much; but we seldom get a
chance OF speaking to him You have no
idea how Henry absorbs everybody"
s'McKie tells me my cousin is not the most
patient of patients"
''Patient!" Sylvia throws up her hands
expressively, and Icy both laugh.
''But where is - elfn dwelling?" she
asks suddenly.
Here close by. We have just reached it. :"
''This looking curiously at gray rocky
mound that rises out of sea of bracken
and heather.
up to sunset there is little fear of elfn
charm s." says Munro; "but after that hour
of no ic
because then the elves have power till
dawn"
81 like those old superstitions. Do you
think anything unpleasant would happen to
me if Igathered some of that fern for Aline?"
pointing to light feathery tuft growing
near the rocky summit
'I'll get it for you, and take the risk my
self"
While Munro scrambles up after the fern,
Sylvia turns and looks back westward at
the wonderful glory of daffodil light the
distant Atlantic, the nearer loch, the purple
hills and below them the gray old Grange,
with struggling ontbuildings and its pro-
tecting little wood.
elbow beautiful !" Sylvia exclaims.
Doesn't it look homelike and comforta-
ble?n says Munro, looking at the Grange.
Il like it better than my Glasgow home"
''Have you a home in GlasgoW!"
Eyes, the house we always lived in-dur-
ing father and mothers lifetime, l mean.
Now that am solitary I spend as much
time as can at the Grange. The other
house seems to need q woman to preside
over it; this is more Of a bachelors den"
They retrace their steps down the narrow
fern-bordered path, Munro telling Sylvia OF
his boyhood days, and hearing in return OF
Sylyia's life with the Thorburns and with
her aunt in the dull country village. They
reach home as the sunset is dying; and
Aline forgets to question her sister about
the walk, for Dr. McKie has said that Mr..
Thorburn will be we'll enough in d fortnight
to travel south.
I'm fortnight, echoes Sylvia in dismay,
land here is September just come! I've
always heard that autumn in Scotland IS
perfectly delightful l really cannot go in
fortnight, Aline! Henry must try to endure
the Grange little longer"
There is not the slightest probability that
Henry Thorburn will remain at the Grange
even a day longer than he is obliged to do;
but somehow Sylvia sees a great deal of
Their host during that fortnight. s<sasazzsSS'Ssa
One day Mrs, Harland and the two girls
drive over from Glencrief. 1t is early in the
afternoon, and Munro has not yet come
home. Grace and Dolly are delighted with
the Grange, and rush about from room to
room while their mother IS talking to Mrs.
Thorburl- sssss:s;s3ssES
MIR Munro has been to see US sever
times lately" says Grace. ~"~'~s- ~'-e
$50 has DR.. Mckee" adds Dolly. "Ah,
Sylvia there will be some news for you
presently! Now | must examine that queer
hall or sitting-room, whichever it is. never
saw such place" And, needless of Sylvia's
remonstrance, Dolly slips through the
library curtains.
Grace and Sylvia follow slowly, and at
this moment the outer door opens and
Munro appears. So 80
''Im delighted to see your he exclaims,
shaking hands with the girls. 81 suppose
l must not imagine this visit is to me, though
l should like to do So"
"Oh, not is mothers visit to Mrs. Thor
burn !" replies DolIie ''They have a great
deal to say to each other. SO Grace and |
have been inspecting the Grange"
81 hope you approve of it," he responds.
''Elspeth shall bring us all some tea, =
ringing the bell.
The old woman appears with dainty
tray and is setting it down when DR.. McKie
knocks at the door and enters without cere-
mony.
Just in time, NcKie !" says Munro. ''Find
a seat somewhere"
McI<ie discovers a chair by Grace Har-
land, and talks to her under cover Of the
others: chatter. Presently he turns to
Sylvia
How is your brother-in-law to-day, Miss
Stanham?"
'sYou will find him in good-humor, DR..
Mctie, for, in spite of all my sister can say,
he means to go tomorrow"
Munro looks at Sylvia in amazement.
But you are not going, are you?"
''Of course l am" she answers, laughing,
though in truth she does not feel at all cheer
full at the prospect of this sudden departure.
-perplexedly-"I understood my
cousin was not leaving for several days"
$50 did L Henry only decided this morn
ing"
evil you drive back and dine with US,
Mr.. Munro?" says Mrs Harland MIR.
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