The morning times., 1895-09-22

| wud ye believe it, they hee the gas lichtit
| by 2 O'Clock in the afternoon. an the fog's
eneuch tae smoor ye; it's no veecious cauld,
| though"
| There's waur things than cauld," said
| Posty, who had started that morning In
| twenty degrees OF frost; lis she wearyin'?''
.Wbiles am dootin', puir Iassie; when
4 she hes half an 'oor tae herself, she gaes
| up tae her room and takes DOT a poke
| (bag) o. rose leaves We dried in the sim
mer. The smell o. them brings up oor bit
| garden and me stannin, as plain as day.
| at the door. Fouk TAX notions, ave heard.
when they're far from hame," added Janet,
by way of apology.
AYE, aye" and Posty looked steadily
from him.
Its eatin' an drin kin frae mornin
I'LL nicht, Lily says; an the verra SER
wants hae meat three times a day, wi
beer tae their dinner. An the wyste
cowes a; she says Eispeth Macfayden wud
get her livin' frae amang their feet"
IA dinna think muckle o. beer" OBJ
served Posty; there's nae fusion int
naither heat for the stamach nor sharp
ness for the intelleck"
"a set o. extravagant hizzies," contin-
ued Janet; "fur on their Jackets, like led
dies. an no penny in thebank They NEE
nut get their wages, aft tae spend them on
finery. Ane o. them borrowed five shil-
lings frae Lily tac get her boots soled."
Lords sake, that's no cannie," and
Posty awOke to the dangers that beset
a young girls path in the great Baby
Ion: ''teil Lily, whatever she dis. tae
keep a baud o. her siller."
.'Ye're richt there, Posty. Lily's juist
over saft-hearted, and she hes eey lot
o. trimmies tae deal wi Wud ye credit it,
ilk ane o. them hes Miss on her letters,
an gin freends come tae see them they
maun ask for Miss this an that; a
pit Lily Grant, Hoosemaid,' on ma let
ters.''
.'Ye're wrang there, Janet" interrupted
Posty; what for sud We ca doom yir ain.
an her sic a fine Iassie? Ma opeenion is
that a Drumtochty wumman hes as guide
a RIGHT tae Miss as her neeburs. Sail, gin
a catch ye sesdin' aft anither LILY all
whup in the Miss masel; but is there nae
word aboot the kirks?" for Posty felt
that these trifling details were keeping
them from the heart OF the matter.
a Ndt tldtf II NbltA
hea rim, for the ignorance o. thae London
fouk is by Ordinar. When she askit the
near road tae the kirk, naebody in the
hoose cud tell her whether it ives east or
vast"
Posty wagged his head in pity.
$50 she gied GOT an fell in wi
polisnian. an as luck would hae il, he ives
a Scotchnan Come a wa, lassie,' he said,
IA see where ye're frae; it's a mercy We
didna IA intae the hands o. some of ma
neebors; the y michthae ent yeafftae Metho-
odies, an they wud hae glen ye FRIGHT wi
cryin' HallelUIah.'"
"A graund body" interpolated Posty,
''but clean astray on the decrees.''
Wonders the place says he, AN We
pit yir collection i'll Il plate at the door;
there's nae ladies'. but there's a couthie
wUmman keeps the door in the gallery, an
she ill gle ye scat
"She kent it Yves her ain place when she
saw a properly ordained minister III the
pulpit, WI his goon and bonnie white bands;
and when they started the Hundredth
Psalm, her heart cam intae her mouth, an
she cudna sing word
yves there an orsanT' demanded Posty,
with the manner or one that has duty TO
perform, and was on his guard against
sentiment.
''A1l no tell We a lee, Posty, there ives,
an of Goose Lily didna like it, but she
Yves terrible pleased wi the sermon.
AS for the organ, it juist boomilled ava
an she never let on she beardit."
Dis she gle the texts an deveesions?"
and Posty smacked his lips.
Its no likely she wud forget that,
after Gaein' over them ilka Sabbath
nicht here sin she yves a wee bairnie.
Faith without works is dead James,
ye KEN
Aye, aye" cried Potsy, impatieDtly: "a
testin' text; We cudna hae a better tae
jidge a man by: hoo west handled?'
Three heads. First, True religion is
a aprinciple in the esoul'-Posty nodded. that's
faith Second. 1t is 4 practice in the life
'warks,' murmured Posty. Third, with
ont a principle in the soul there can't be
practice in the life.''
"A see Daethin' wrang there, Janet; it's
maybe no verra oreeginal, but tina IS naether
here nor there: gin We stand on yir head
We can see new glen; it wis soond an in
structive. Did he itch on Paul and James7
he wud be sure TO be reconcihn' them"
she gied iDtae the vestry wi her lines. an
the minister ives real kind tae her whea
he heard her tongue.
His English slippit aft in meenut, an
DOT cam the auld tongue; he's Perthshire
man hinasel, though frae the sooth end- ar
his wife's second cousin is merried fac the
minister o. Kildrummie's brother. 81 We
MIGHT say he ives conneoht wi Drum
tochty.
He telt her tae coont him freend moo
that She ives amanc strangers, an tae send
for him in tribble, an Lily declares that
she gaed back that mornin' wi her heart
fu' of comfort an gledness. So We may tell
the neeburs that Lily sdaen' weelin London
She sends her respects tae Drumsheugh,
and yeill say tae Jamie SOutar that Lily
was askin for him"
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