The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1893-03-24
4 STRUGGLIN CHIEL.

It's a ABBOTT my ainsel', when WAS yet
j. auld Dunblane. Fayther's wee bit o
cottage was by the moo famous cathe-
dral ruins that are visited by tourists
frae a parts. Some auld beeches pro-
tected US frae the SINNERS heat an win
ters cauld, an we were vera hoppy the
either afore oor separation. But we
We're sac puir i those far back days!
Mother Wore the same manteele year
after year, an fayther's claes an mine
were always o raploch, vera coarse
cloth Yet DOR chinlla lug was warm
spot IN hae ma seen its equal sim. Fay
lher was simply unlucky, an mither an
me often suffered i consequence. Sac
little o beuk learnin fell to my share,
nor did blame my parents for it. But
had my ain way to maxi, an | sumo re-
solved that wad gaze to Edinburgh to
max it. But puir mither wasna willin.
Better bide at hame laddie," she wad
whisper again an again. Stay WI fay
Their an me, an dinna fret"
But we'll a be starvin," wad argue
i turn, Better let me gang AVA i
search o siller."
mo, Jocl1ie! Dinna think ABBOTT it,
Edinburgh is a Draw town an wicked
onei Dunblane an the Allan are far
better"
Sac, though secretly rebelled, still
staid i the auld home, wi little to eat
save waterbrose, which mither made o
meal an water, wi'oot the pleasant addi-
ton o. milk an butter.
An then cam the struggle of which l
lnaun tell, recht there i Dunblane. ]
warked wi fayther at any days labor
that cam to his diligent hand, an one au-
tumn mornin it CHANGED to be cot Kip
penross way. We walked alaug the
Allan i silence, niver ance lookin up at
the grand auld beeches owreheid, for
we were bath thinkin an thinkin hard
My cen were on the groun, or wadna
haze foun wat did. 1t was something
brecht an shinin directly i my path, an
stoopt an pockited it i flash
Wat was it," askt fayther carelessly.
"A Draw bit o pebble" answered.
1T can gaze on mither's shelf" An wi
that we hurried on to the wark that
waited US.
But mony times that day drew forth
the stane an leukt it owre That it was
mair than a pebble had kenned at first
glance. If it was really a diamond, who
was its owner? There were lairds an
ladies IA sae far ava, III, they often cam
TO walk alang the bonnie Allan. Perhaps
hue and cry wad be raised ABBOTT the
lost jewel. Or it might haze lain for
weeks, JUST where / foun it, and there
wad be ma further question. the latter
Ease could gaze to Edinburgh an sell my
lucky find, an sac get a start i life, such
as had lang hoped for. didna stop to
think how wrans; it wad a. be, for l had
but my ain selfish advancement in view
where's the pebble you foun for
mither, Jockg' askt fayther that NIGHT.
Il maun hae lost it again" STAN
mered, for it was my first lie to either
him or mither l wanted to tell them
the trowth then an there, but yet KEEP
it back because l was sac plackless, fur
they wad bath say, Your pebble may
prove diamond, an you maun find its
rightfu' owner, Jockie Blackjack" But
that wasna at a to my notion, an stole
out under the moon an stars instead,
to be alane wi my struggle tween recht
and wrang. An ivry ance an awhile
wad leuk tho stane in my pockit owre.
Wat sparkle it had! Perhaps it was
worth a hundred pounds or mair! An
whose was it? Weel, hoped then that
might never ken.
But the vera next NIGHT, as | cam
slow from work along the Allan, saw
man i a Draw velvet plaid seerchin'
the spot where l had foun my stane
He had blackthorn stick i his han,
an he was scatterin the beech leaves
recht an lef'. A second glance tauld
me it was auld Laird Kinross, O. Edin-
burgh, who had shootin box near by.
He didna leuk up at my approach, an |
JUST stood an watched him i silence.
wanted to pass on, but somehow ]
couldna do it, for the brecht thing he
seercht for was in my pockit. Conscience
whispert, BE honest an true, Jock
Blackjack But satan shoutit: Keep
the auld laird's stanel He has many
anither, an this ane will gle you stert
i Edinburgh" Sac I hesitated for a
spell.
But Laird Kinross leukt up at las
my guide lad" he said kindly, 81 hae
lost diamond o mooch value. 1t was
yestermorn when we cam through to the
hunt, an it was recht here by the Allan.
Perhaps you haze heard O. its findin."
An the guide God aboon gied me
strength to answer, 81 hae, my laird"
His keen gray cen quickly leukt me
owre. ''You may hae foun it your ain
sell"
An answered again: 81 did that, my
laird, an here is your precious stane. II
has been a load On my heart an con,
science, though LIGHT as bit feather i
my pockit."
''You wanted to keep it?" he speirt as
he TUX it frae my trenholm han"
Eyes, my laird"
sss-se.Ses you haze been an honest lad for q
hat an ,ghall reward you as you de
49, 49,. ." w. syour nameg'
..Jock Blackloc my laird"
"Aye, rnayhap descendant o the pull
poet Burns guide friend, Dr.: Blackjack.
81 dinna ken. | feai. ma" l returned
Il am juist the son o my ffayther, Jane
Blackjack, an he is Dunblane born"
How wad you like to gae to Edin
burSh: he speirt next
My heert gied a great boun Its III
ane wish o my ife!' cried.
The old laird smiled. Zane O. m
friens there is banker. He needs a,
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