San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-11-27

veil tleu rOunu IL, winch al present was
turned back with curious effect.
''Uncle, let me introduce Lady Finistoun
and Miss Morton to yOu," said Mona.
Il am sure i am varra pleased to see Dry
friends o. my niece" said Uncle Sandy,
rising after two distinct efforts, and smil-
ing on the visitors. Like most Scotchmen,
he was much Modified by the sight of
pretty face YEN sit doom and TAX cup
of tea or glass of wine after your driver
Here, Jessie, set a chair for the Teddy by
me, and bring cups and plates. Wherell
the ither Teddy sit? Kenneth, max room
'twiXt you and Mona"
Thank you, Mr.. Craig" said Lady Fin
istOun, in her soft, sweet tones; "a cup of
tea will be most refreshing after our long
drive; for stupidity lost my way, and my
groom is Londoner."
"There is remarkable fine air here; it's
better than what you have over in Strath-
airlie," returned Uncle Sandy you see,
we are sheltered frae the north, an we get
mair sun-fOrbye the porridge. l have
just insisted on her takin' porridge to her
breakfast"
"Porrldge is exceedingly indigesGble, and
bad for the complexion" said Miss Nor
ton, between the mouthsful of crea N
scenes
you're wrangr' cried Uncle Sandy.
"Just look at the men and women that are
reared on porridgel There's no their equals
to be found on earth"
my dear sir, don't imagine you have
seen much of earth beyond your native
land"
You're wrang there again, mem. I've
just come back from over a years wander
ing VII my niece about the Continent OF
Europe; and there's little | saw there that
I'd care to TAX awa'"
"Ah, see you are one of the large class
who think their geese swans"
Pm much obliged for your high opeen-
ion, mem; but l am no such fule-body.
have the maist intelligent men of all times
on my side"
"Miss Morton has an intellectual love of
argument" said Lady Finistoun, sooth-
ingly, land is generally in opposition to
the foeman she considers most worthy Of
her steel But am anxious to see your
charming gardens, if there is time after
tea. Sir st. John Lisle tefis me it is a gem
of place"
"Weel, hope you will come as often as
you like to look at it" returned Uncle San
dy.
"It is admirably situated. A family
place, / suppose?" asked Miss Morton,
passing up her cup.
"Nawr exclaimed Uncle Sandy; al
bought it wi my ain hard earned money"
"Oh, you lucky man! OF all powers, the
one / envy most is the power of making
money"
"You have quite enough, dear" said
Lady Finistoun. Now, my dear Mr..
Craig, ! want you to spare my cousin to
me for few days. 1t is so long since we
were together, and as we have rather
pleasant party, and the change"
"She's no your cousin" said Uncle San
dy, hastily; "she has no kin except me.
Her grandmother'S Kin fell from her when
she most needed them"
But she is indeed my cousin; and
through her | claim you, too, my dear Mr.
Craig, as kinsman, if you will permit the
claim"
ut would be hard to say we nay" he re-
turned, a smile pickering up his self-satis-
fed face. "Mona may please herself"
DO you always wear the kilt" said Miss
Morton, abruptly, 10 Kenneth.
MOSTLY, when I'm amang the heather"
Its very becoming" said she, with an
admiring glance. Il do not wonder at
Highland gentleman wearing it; but you
are all very COnceited."
81 am sorry you think So"
Don't you admit ity'
81 am not sure"
"Ah! that is the cautious Scot all over.
Tell me, are you his nephew" nOddiug in
the direction of Uncle Sandy.
81 am"
"And Miss Craig's brother"
"No; my name is Kenneth Macalister.
"Ahi Highland to the backbone. Then
is this young lady your sister,"
Kenneth and Mary blushed simultane-
ously.
81 see. No, certainly not" returned
Miss Morton, with harsh laugh. Now,
Mr.. Macalister, the room is rather warm;
haven't you a shrubbery or a garden, or
something to show me? | don't care to sit
here any longer"
Kenneth rose reluctantly.
"Oh, yes, can take you for a stroll"
81 am going to look at the grounds, " said
the resOlute spinster to her chaperon, with
Mr.. Macaister."
"My niece will" began Uncle Sandy,
but Miss Morton promptly interrupted
him.
"Oh, no, thank you; l don't want any
young ladies; a Highlander is enough for
me-" and she walked off, followed some
what sheepishly by Kenneth.
"Milly Morton processes not to like wO-
men" explained Lady Finistoun, laughing.
"Mair's the pity" said Uncle Sandy, dry
ly, "for Pm thinking few men would like
herp'
81 assure you they do. She is very pop
ular, and has had endless offers-to be
sure, she has good fortune"
'Weel, weell siller is nae everything to
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