Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1893-01-21

they III into. their orchard environment
as the orchards themselves blend with
the ,rcsfful landscape.
II You have wandered Up and down
the Tweed, perhaps Of all these brae-
side nests you have found Cottonside,
by Melfose,the dreamiest and quainlest.
Leaving the glorious abbey to your right
you sauntcr along n shadowy road over.
arched with Scotch frs and beeches,
coof and fragrant On the one side is
ancient ~. Cutbbeft's and moss grown
mill aud dam. Tiny fields With iidily.
stocked grain rise In patches Of yellow.
gray aud green on the other At the
end Of the vista now and then flashes
the blue vi the Tweed. Then an old
suspension bridge IL crossed Above
and below, anglers stand waist tlcep in
the river. and few carts are taking
gfavel from It's shining bed.
"A little farther on gfoups Of old peas.
ant-womcn, pausing now and then to
bless The Covennnicrs or boil q new bree
from an old scandal, are cutting thistles
and weeds with sicklcs at III. watefsitc
These brambles will be dried TO hclp
piece out the meager fuel in the near
winter days. At the village edge the
road ends. or rather blends into a score
OF century-beaien paths; for Gattonsidc
has no street. Zach Of its matched
houses, as II with a touch OF Scotch
obstinocy. sets Us face towards its own
liking, but all have the Tweed and its
songs just below them. aud every one
has It's orchard enclosed with yellow
or white sinuous wall Huge NJ oaks
are these knotted old apple trees, but
their wcll.pruncd branches are bending
even TO the co,tagc'roofs with such 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 glory Of color must
lie under the sun here In old Gaitonsidel
II men live In the village your keenest
gaze cannot find them. Ii is shoplcss.
save where IN one little window "sweet.
les OF ancient make and flavor are
exposed. II Is kirklcss; and not but the
sound OF the old abbey bell from a mile
away at Melrosc distufbs the wondrous
quiet OF the place. All doors are open
to all In Scotland, and you peer into
Of sweetness and cleanliness, but no
human. IL bcheld. Here Is an old
scnool.housc, deserted and silent. An
orchard was lis playground, but a few
sheep are grazing among its tender
grasses now.
Unconsciously you have begun to tip.
toe through the hamlet. for II seems as
though even football might break the
spell Of silence and repose; and you
pass on to reach the rough. red road
that leads to the primeval forest beyond.
But no. here Is such quaint old cottage
that you halt again Something like an
arched front from which rises huge
chimney arrests your attention. On
either side Of the chimney Is tiny pane
OF glass, You peep into one aud see
the oldest lnglcnook in all Scotland.
a huge arch sustaining the bowed wall
OF the cottage and the chimney above
cncloscs cavernous fire place. At
each side OF this settle OF stone Is built
in the bow beneath the arch. The
pancs Of glass are little out.looks from
this pleasant for,ilace OF snuggcry.
Opposite to the one into which you
are pcering an old, old woman Is asleep.
She has been knitting aud looking aud
dreaming out through the applc.boughs
across the sunlight valley. Her white
old face is rs white as her white old
"mutch" cap. She had knit to the
middle Of her needle, and then fallen
asleep. But her thin old hanos hold