The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-01-29

like Caesar. would be doubtless very
pleased to have the advantage of my Job.
serves"
lis Lord MeIfort an author then?" /
asked, for as much as Alan thought OF
soldiers, thought more 0: the gentry that
write books.
"The very same, Davie," said he lone
would think colonel would have some
thing better TO attend to. But what can l
say that makes songs2"
"Well, them" said, at only remains
you should give me an address to write
you at in France, and as soon as l am got
to Leyden will send you mine"
THE best will be to write me in the care
Of my chieftain," said he, Charles Stew
art, of Ardsheil Esquire. at the town of
Melons, in the Isle of France. 1t might
take long or it might take short. but it
would ay get to my hands at the last
of IT."
We had haddock to our breakfast in
Musselburgh, where 1t amused me vastly
to hear Alan. His great coat ami boot
hose were extremely remarkable this
warm morning, and perhaps some hint
of an explanation had been wise, but Alan
went INTO that matter like business, or,
| should rather say, like diversion. He
engaged the good wife of the house with
some compliments upon the rizzoripg of
our haddocks, and the whole of the rest of
our stay held her in talk about cold he
had taken on his stomach, gravely relating
all manner of symptoms and sufferings
ana hearing with a vast show of interest
all the old wives remedies she could sup
ply him with in return.
We left Musselburgh before the first
ninepenny coach was due from Edinburgh,
for Gas Alan sadly that was a rencounter
we might very we'll avoid. The wind, al
though still high, was very mild; the sun
shone strong, and Alan began TO suffer in
proportion. From Prestonpans he had
me aside To the field of Glaismuir, where
he exerted himself great dea. more than
needfui TO describe the stages of the battle.
| Thence, at his old round pace, We travelled
| to CockenZie. Though they were building
herring buses there at Mrs Cadets, it
seemed a desert-like, back-going town,
| about half full of ruined houses; but the
| ale-house was clean. and Alan. who was
| now in a glowing heat, must indulge him
self with a bottle of ale. and carry on 10
the new lucky with the old story of the
| cold upon mis- stomach. only now the
symptoms were all different.
sat listening, and it came in my mind
| that | had scarce ever heard him address
| three serious words To any woman. but he
| was always droliing and tleering and max
| ing private mock of them, and vet
| brought To that business a remark able de-
| gree of energy and interest. Something
| 10 this effect | remarked TO him when the
| good wife Gas chancedl was called away
| What DO We wsnt?" SAYS he "A man
| should aye put his best foot forrit with the
] womenkind; he should ave give them a
| bit Of story TO divert them. the poor
| lambs' It's what We should learn to at
| tend TO, David: We should get the princi-
! pies: IT'S like n trade. Now, If this had
| been Young lassie, or anyways bonnie.
| she would never have heard tell of nv
stomach. nayie. But aimee they're too
| old 10 be seeking ioes they a set up TO be
| apotecaries What do | ken? THEY'LL be
! Just the way God made them, l suppose
| But | think "A man would be n general
| that did nae give his attention 10 the
! same"
And here, the lucky coming back, he
| turned from me AS If with impatience tc
! renew their former conversation. The
lady had branched some " lille before from
| Alan's stomach TO the case of good
| brother of her own in Aberlaiy, whose la
! sickness and demise she was describing q,
, extraordinary length. Sometimes il was
| merely duh, sometimes both dull End
| awful, for she talked with JUNCTION. The
! upshot was that | fell in a deep muse
| looking forth of the window on the road
| and scarce marking what | saw. Pres
| emily. hsG any been looking. they Nigh,
| have seen me 10 start.
I'VE pit fermentation TO his feet" the
| good wife was saving, .'and q het stone "a
, his Name. and We gIed him hyssop ana
water OF pennyroval, and nne, clean bal
sam OF sulphur for the hoasj-''
sir" says |, cutting very quietly in
there friend 81 mine gone by the
| house"
lis that cen sac - replies Alan, q.
though i. were thing OF small account