The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1895-11-02


to be devoured by the wolf who still fol-
| lowed her, and but waxed the more raw
/ enous for being banked of his prey. She
/ carried a treasure folded in her cloak-a
pearl, which was all she possessed-and
! that she would ha' trusted 10 her father
| b ad he been living; but now there was no
| place where she could hide 1t in safety.
! And when the bunch back was told how,
! if she took 1t back VII her to the city Of
! smoke and gloom, the wolf had vowed
| to destroy it, and when be saw the marks
! his cruel fangs had made when he sought
| to tear it AVA frae her, he said:
! leave 1t with me, an L will guard
your treasure with my life
"Aud she said
Il will trust it in your keeping, and
will return for it again when the summer
! heat has passed. But let them no ken
! whose th9 pearl is, till my tower is re-
! built. and stands more proudly than be-
! fore.'
at was a waefu' day for the Princess
| when she parted VII her treasure, but
the hunChbsck nae LANCER felt lonesome.
De wove an wove all day as If he had
been naething but great huge spider,
sac that he might make strong web 10
shield his jewel, and keep the wolf frae
the door,"
es, yes, go on; that is not ALL" cried
Marget. as Angus paused. what did
| the nunOlDaCk 90 WI the loWolI'
He wore 1t near his heart an it grew
in size and brightness, but still the Prin-
/ cess never came. And that is all ken
of the story, and it is time to light the
crusy."
Often the neighpors would come Cos
siping round his door when the days
work at the mill was over; though, as for
Angus, he worked in his own home,
now that there was the child to be looked
! after.
'''Tis strange there never comes any
tidings o. JEAN" remarked Widow Grant
| on one of these occasions. She kept the
small corner shop, and took an immense
interest in every ones affairs.
lay, make nae doot she'll be doing
weel eneuch," replied Angus carelessly,
| though it was with evident reluctance he
followed up the subject
"She was your ain cousin, Angus,
though you be sac muckle older than her;
ane would think she'd haze been for doing
something for you. That young artist
laddie she married was aye frae and OPEN
| handed VII his siller."
What for should l be claiming kim
ship with her, and she a fine Teddy by
now?' said Agnus hastily. sit would be
bat bringing shame upon herr
Widow Grant was one who never list
ened to the replies her remarks brought
! forth. Precisely as il she had not heard,
she went on:
'My man had an odd fancy few days
afore he died that he saw proud Jean, as
! ye ken some o. the ill-mannered looms
made bold TO ca her. 1t was at night
/ fall, and she speered at him where her
| father and mlther, sandy Blair and
| Maiale were game; an when she heard
they were dead she gave q bitter wall
and just faded wa cot of his sight. 1t
seems like to have been her wrath to
warn him o his speedy eend."
Proud Jean! Ay, mind they called
her that, and how she always wanted to
be rich and Teddy, and said she would
marry name less than laird. There was
the big hoose by the glen where she said
/ she would live some day, when the for
tune she was always waiting for came.
! Gentietolks were living there then,
! but moo it's been empty this year and
/ mair; It's desolate place and not to be
coveted"
1t was Donald, the shepherd, who had
! spoken, and he sighed as he went on, for
| he had been one OF those who had pleaded
his suit in vain:
May be she was a bit prideful and
hayward, as is the way WIZ sic Draw
! canty lassies, but she was guild and leal
/ at heart; and there was tear in her cen
as she gaed AVA. seemingly sac full o.
gladness. Eth, but she was bonny, was
Jeaniep
CHAPTER II.
For once Marget had failed to appear at
the wonted hour. She had gone to play
with some of the neighbors' children, and
had probably remained in shelter till the
storm passed. 1t WAS the close of a
bleak winter day, and the piercing wind
blew in pitiless fury, driving all be-
| fore it.
Angus was standing in the doorway,
! peering out into the darkness, when
something pushed by him into the house,
and, like the spirit OF the drifted snow, q
woman white and wan sank down ex-
! hausted by the hearthstone.
Jeanne. Jeanne. can it be?'
LAY, Angus. | couldn't bide longer
! without sight OF my Marget. Where
! is she now? Pm just hungerlng to see
! her."
she'll be coming ben presently. YEN
( think her rare and bonny. And blithe
she's been for the maist part, though
/ there was time when she fretted sairly
/ for her mither."
~ let the summer pass, and two more
beside that" went on Jean. II was
! afraid to take her back TO the close. dreary
/ street where we lived, for poverty to
/ work its cruel Will on. 1t was lucky
/ day for Marget and me when you met us
on the brae. L found a way to hear It'd
/ ings OF her, though | didn't write. you
never having had time to learn writ
ing"
land now?"
land now l cannot do without her.
Ronald has gone abroad to the gold dig
cings. He's clever and aye succeeds if
( he can but be got TO fl his mind on
aught. Some day he'll come back with a
/ fortune, and then you shall know Pm not
/ unthanktul."
/ 'Sae your mans ava, and ye are left
/ all your lane. Pm laith for We TO gang.
/ Ye maun stay in Ayrn. and all will vel
come ye."
NO, the day hasn't come for that oh.
we shall do we'll; L can make lace fine.
you know. They would look down on
me here, and trouble has not made me- the
/ humber"
/ They would never do that. lassie."
Perhaps not; but they would pity me,
/ and that would be worse. Let no one in
till Marget comes. Why, Agnus, what
/ is the matter with your eyes? You're
/ not troubling about losing the child?"
! What was the matter with his eyes?
! He knew, God help hint But 1t must be
/ kept from Jean. She had enough 10 bear,
without sharing his burdens. He was
/ blindl There was only horrible darkness
/ before him; all this world contained
/ nothing besides. He was overwhelmed
/ in the black waters of affection, and
might never look upon the Joyous earth
again. OR WAS it that the walls of the
poorhouse were pressing in upon him,
( shutting out the light OF day? He felt
himself drawn closer within their cold,
/ iron grasp, from which there would never
/ after be any escape but through the well
come gates OF death. OH, that was a ter
rible dream! be rose 10 his feet TO rouse
himself from it.
1t was not quite so lbad as thst-only
the blind mans holiday come sooner
than he had looked for it, and now he
must spend it without Marget
INA, ma, Pm no greetin', though tits
hard parting with the BARN. Isna the
L. q L.