Morning journal and courier., 1894-01-27

to herself and Of as endless tornsnt 10
others,: continneduHueh, a. ~ lipdI,pe
with mirthful reflections. "The hrst ts
her mission TO fnd the brAtis bstru.i
which she 10 certain must bs q boy VINO ia
10 restore the family line. The second "a
her wonderful wig This abe is continual
ly losing, often to the distraction of whole
communities, and which, during her tray-
els, while svathing her bead in shsvls
and plAids, she carries In precious cssket
of curious Indian workmanship. The
other frenzy of her strange old life is 10
recover the mate of this Indian wig cas-
kst; gift from the duke to the Young
lord a the sams time the one WAS ssnt TO
her from India, and which disappeared
fully twenty years ago from the family
"Pair, puir dottlsd auld body 4 ken ys
fettle her weelI"
when she win let me. But that's not
Often Why, she's not Jet eighty years
OF age shes far too spirited for much of
that.
II fell into her favor entirely by scci-
dent. She had learned that some London
artist had painted q miniature of the lass
Lord Barlsfold married. With this ss q
possible clue, she rummsgei every studio
In London, becoming quite sn ogre to the
artist, and occasionally having regular set
tos with q few, because they treated her
sliehsngly and failed to address her ss
the Mac Tsvitt.'
81 was ready for the old lady when shs
osme 20 my stndio. As abe entered I
bowed nearly 10 the floor. Fat esrs the
gimpasa-fsosd harsresl VII his nprreoass
Ii it gang deeftf abe skirled 20 her nKa
behind her In purest Aberdonisn. bowed
again. She gave q start and bound back
ward, and myself another scoring. Your
lsdyship,' / began with the greatest humil-
ity. how can an humble artist like myself
serve the kAcTAvifif
''She burst into tears and fairly snoth-
cred me with embraces; said i was the
only true noblemAn IN sl Englsnd who
knew enough 10 know that the could only
be used 20 designate the Lord, the pope
and the Mac Tavitt; at once lifted me from
poverty TO comfort; buys everything 1
paint at unreasonable pricef; compsls the
great folk TO invite me wherever shs 10 q
guest; and there in my studio gave oath
that should become the sole heir TO all
the Possessions of the Mac Tsvitt-prorid-
ing the genuine Mac TAvift 10 never die
covered; a." and here be looked with
laughing eyes full Of tenderness into the
wondering eyes of Joan, often rsvsr-
entity wish the Lord could bel"
Daring thss recital, mingled tones Of de-
CANT cong and bitter denuncistson were
rising higher and shrtllsr from the road
way beneath the cliff
IL
The road here turns from the cliH side
highway, crossing the river 6lsss, By The
bridge Of FAsnskyls. s5d then winds 20 the
west TO Gnes.chan Lodge, and to the east,
through the mountain pass Of Ksrrow
Wood Buss, to bonnie Glen Urouhsrt be-
yond. When the lordly sportsnsn Of the
North made their pitilsss highland clear
ances that game preserves might take The
place of erofter bones, the tvo cottages
81 the fork of the road were al, except the
httle church, that were left standing of
the ancient elschAn or church hamlet Of
Fasnsfyle-
To the eye of the pAsssr ihsse cottages
are sweet. old rosesnboEsred nests with
snug papdocks and sunny kali yards be-
hind, but they housed ihis September day,
al j. ss. in one, the fires of rsnoorous hate.
80 ofiea characteristic Of the folk Of thete
hidden highland nooks, and frequently as
strangely mingled With soripiarAl self jus-
hhcst.on and Zeal; that sort OF hatred,
often insIplicAble In origin, bat endless
and fierce In iutsnsIty, and lacking only
reckless daring 10 give IL tragic end.
lpfernAl disblerie, heritage still OF these
supersiitious childIsl Of the mist, sDd ever
fortified By ignorant application of tbs
stern and awful texts cleaned by hste-lit
eyes from the "ain Guid Book, " is their
sole remaining means of wreAking curse or
avsngiug r@Al OF faneied wrong.
Aud so for twenty years old Sandy
Nichols. the stone mason of FAsn&kyle,
had glsred frnr. his cottage windows across
al old D.vy Saunders, the roadside seller
Of ancient sweets and meal, who In turn
had glAred back and TAINTED from his. No
one KEY the nature of the feud, or cared.
Sandy could not, or would not, disclose 1t
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