The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-20
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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 father and mother were becoming res tive under the strangers presence; old Mat Curbiaon had paid many secret visits to the cottage; and one night, af- ter oll but the old folk had left the grea; room for their beds, he had come and tarried late into the night
 resented his presence and tossed on my pillow rostlessly. Finally he went sway In wild mountain storm. heard enough to assure me that ne had left some papers which filled the mother and father with delirious sort of sordid glec. Then all was still. save the mournful soughlng of the storm through the passes across the little dale
 I had fallen asleep and had awak- encd. or dreamed that I awoke. In that awakening or dreamng l heard fierce and angry voices; voices filled with deadlier meaning and purpose than mere anger can give. and the voice of one I seemed to know. That of the other was my hosts, hoarscly danouncng the intruder and commando ing him with dreadful intensity to de- part forever, as Betty wor glen t an lthcr alreadyw
 This was all could hear, save faint ly something sounding like the begin ming and sudden termination of a fe- rocious struggle, as though the man of superior power, moved by some saving impulse had desisted and turned away with the words:
 "I'd end yer days, wor ye not Betty Bamthet's blood!'
 "Yell hang soon enow. 'thout thot, ye Ioof-thick sornin' deevilr
 This was the pantng response from David Bamthet, as he closed the door upon his enemy and the storm.
 But in the morning tbe tempest had passed away, and with it apparently all the dread wraiths of the night be- fore; for David Bamthet's face was as impassive as his gray house-walls of stone; and Betty Bamthets face was as radiant as the glowing day without.
 We had grown into habit of climb ina the hills toward nghtfall and de- scending into the dale behind the shep- herds and the herds, after lingering for n time beside huge table-rock, over hanging the caldron of a splendid Wa terfall which broke from its dark and splintered edge
 The girl had avoided me this day. The afternoon had passed; the mead ows were stealing into the lower gorges; the sheep had trailed melodi- ously to their fold, and no tidings of the girl had been heard. It caused no alarm at the cottage; but filled with unaccountable forebodings I hastened up the heights. I called her name but there was no answer. I sped to the table-rock with the direst misgivngs. There, upon her hands and knees, at its very brink and gazing into the dark waters below, as if with home coming, exultant face, was the wretch ed maiden I sought.
 Half fainting from terror I could not call. I sprang to her side just as it seemed she must plunge to her death in the foaming abyss below.I dragged her back and held her with trembling hands. Even then she regarded me with calm and pitying eyes.
 "Betty!-Betty! In heavens name, what were you about to do?"
 "Just gae oot O tn sorra an fashin' aboot me- sir That's a'!'
 By taking your own life?"
 T ha' na leef left. It's deed-deed syne Robert Dorklin went awa!"
 Robert Dorklin!'
 "Ay, that's ee. Ee's ghaist coomed lest meet f tn stoorm. I seed it f tn leetnin' flash. It stud by tn window an shook it's fist an glower'd. O, Rob- ert, Robertr' I screeched; but it turned an skirled ava. In ain mair day, auld Matt Curbison's t coon. Thinkee, I'll bide t tn leevin' greave wi ee? tell