The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1893-03-11
"Then TAX me to her an we'll arrange

tSA WA wv u al u
aboot the Edinburgh matter
led the way to oor cottage wi falter.
ing footstep. had lied to fayther aboot
the pebble" an how could l confess il
a to mither? She met us at the door
stane wi wond'rin cen, courtesyin low,
as was her humble fashion.
81 am Laird Kinross," the auld noble
man began. Your son Jock foun an re.
stored to me the diamond | had lost,
am
But juist here my ain fayther stepped
DOT. WAS it the pebble you lied to me
ABBOTT, Jocky'
An had to admit that it was. Oh,
the shame a sorrow O. wat wad other.
wise haze bin the proodest minute O. my
life.
1T was a sair temptation" said guide
Laird kinross. "Dinna be hard on the
lad. He is as honest as you an his mither
would wish him, an l haze come t o tax
him ava to Edinburgh. WI your con-
sent"
Fayther leukt at mither, mither leukt
at fayther, IN then they bath leukt at
Laird Kinross. But l couldna leuk ane
o them i the cen, because @ yestreen's
falsehood.
Eye want Jocky' he stammered. "Oor
puir, weak Jock. Ye wad trust him
after a'Y'
EYES," said Laird Kinross, "a guide
place / an Edinburgh bank awaits him
it he will but TAX it. wi your permits
sion."
"Oh, Jockie" sighed mither, Il wad
haze staked my ain life on your trowth,
but noo"-
He shall max IA fresh start!" pit j. the
guide auld laird. AN you maun trust
him again for his youths sake!"
That we will, mither!' cried fayther.
Jocks a steady goin lad, but the find1n
o the diamond turned his held. It was
his first lie, an
1T shall be my last" | cried. Wi a
burst O tears.
Mither kissed me then, an Laird Kin
ross TUX frae his pockit a heavy purse,
also pittin a han fu' o gowd on the ha'
table. ITS for Jocks ootfit an his find
in O my diamond" he said. "Dinna re-
fuse it! the laddie deserves it a.; an on
the morrow he shall gaze wi me to Edin-
burgh."
Sac fayther III mither thanked him
heartily, but couldna say Il word.
Laird Kinross pit his ungloved han on
my worthless held at parting-"Puir
laddie," he said. 1T will be a guide les.
son to you. an one you will niver forget.
God keep you a. till the morrow An
wi that he ganged ava, his Draw plaid
fyin back on the stiff mornin breeze.
Then l turned me quick to dear fay
Their an mither. "Forgie!" cried. Il
haze deceived you bath! But it shall ma
occur again! l promise to be true an
honest to the day O my death an ne'er
disgrace the name you hae given mel"
You haze our blessing to tax wi you
to Edinburgh" said fayt2ler. ''Mither
an me will forgie an try to forget if we
can, but it was a lie you told me, Jock;
always remember that. When you are
tempted again say to yourself, 1 told
fayther my first and las lie. I Gamma
tell anitherr"
Nor will L." | cried sadly. as mither
kisst me nee mair.
went to Edinburgh the next day Wi
Laird Kinross, as agreed upon. Mr..
Brayham, the banker, proved a guide
master. My position at the first was a
lowly ane, but step by step l rose, as
any ither laddie can an will. Laird
Kinross' generous handful O. gowd kept
fayther and mither free frae want till
was able to help them my ainsel'. |
cam to America at las. and they didna
hesitate to come wi me. I prospered
here also an am moo called a mon O
means. But the foundation O. my sue
cess was laid the autumn moanin l re-
stored to Laird Kinross his Draw dia-
mond against my own selfish desire.
Fayther and mither died five years
apart, an they bath died blessing me.
You have been a guide son." they said
i turn, "honest an true, as you promist.
God keep you, Jockie, to the endv'
An their loving blessing follows me
still like a constant benediction. Surely
they are watchin and waitin aboon. An
| maun meet them there.-Mrs. Finley
Braden in New York Observer.