The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-09-06

there appekrs4 1Qddetly that winter more
than on&bRowp flcs thS6tht to be dead,
magnetuine s{ery eye and making even
IN nas the ;O!eTn a%Dpp Sy1v p:uss .a%
nsr, in the height Of the nshing season,
this thing HAPPENED: janet had been to
| see her d2ug kt6r, and had sat with her
until quite bed time. And when she
went back to her own house there was .
little figure IN black, erouching on the the
rosnd the knees.and pitiful voice sob
bed; Take me In, Janet, Take me IN
to jiei I'll no. trouble you vera much. |"
1t was Sophy. Janet sat down beside
| her and drew her head TO her breast ana
looked with wondering. pity at the
the gray light. Then she called Christina,
and Christina lifed her like child and
carried her into her own house. "for
we'll gle Braelands nae occasion against
her" she said, "nor against Andrew.
| Then they made her tea and laid her In
Christmas bed, and after little she
| began to talk feebly Of their past LIE.
81 run AVA frae Braeands last Decem-
| ber," she said. 81 could bide the life
there nae LANCER, and went TO Glasgo',
| where my mothers cousin, Jessie Largs
| lives, and i have worked at the dress
making there till couldna put the needle
through tho cloth any LANCER. Then
die among my ain folk and bury me in
the kirk yard aside my mother. Oh II
Will be guide day TO me when the cool
| winds go Ger my grave and 1 dream o.
the waves lap-lappling below me.
They comforted and tried TO cheer her,
but she wished to say in her own excuse
what she could, and though 1t was with
| great effort and between terrible paroxy-
SIMS OF pain and coughing, she contrived
to make them understand something OIL
| the slow torture that bad driven her at
| last to rebellion and fight.
81 wasna marriet two weeks when he
began to find fault wi my talk and my
manner and my dress and Wi a. did or
said. And he put me under his mother
TO learn how to be fine lady, and she
was gye and hard on me and set Archie
| against me, and made him scold me for
just naething at all. And | was Ill, and she
said was only awkward, and my head
ached and / couldna learn the books 1 be
| TO learn, or walk as she showed me, or
talk like her nor do anything at a she
tried to max me do Oh, the weary,
weary days that / hae fret myself
through, and the lang painful nights,
and sometimes Archie sac kind thought
l must be in the wrang and would try
again, and sometimes Archie sac cross, l
thought / die wi the shame and the
heartache o. it, and at last could thole
1t no LANCER and / went ava TO Jessie
in her way. j seem to nae been in every
body's way. When spoke to Isobel o.
my trouble, she wouldna listen TO me,
because, she said, Mistress Braeland's
custom was worth thirty pounds year,
no. TO speak o. her influence. And / kent
] must die soon, sac i thoed Jessie's cross
ways as weel as l could, for i wanted TO
save you and Christina for the last hour"
and she put her thin hand out TO Chris
tina and laid her head close TO Janet's
breast.
"And would like TO see the man or
woman who would dsur TO trouble you
| now, my bonnie BARN, - said Janet, with
a sob in her voice, and she crooned kind
words to the dying girl, until she fell
asleep in her arms
When she awoke she was in a high
fever and delirous, and her one cry was
for Andrew. Andrew was IN his steamer
but the ship was lying of in sight of Pit
tencraigie, and Janet went down to the
village and got two old men to put to
sea with message for him. Then she
sent to the nearest doctor and called in
Mt the minister's and told him all that
had happened, for, she said "you your
sell, doctor, will be the only parson that
will be caring to go to Braelands about
the puir soul.
The men were too old 10 be at the fish
ing and were therefore cid and infirm for
the labor OF reaching Andrews ship, but
strengthened by pity for the dying girl,
they maraged TO bring their craft near
TO the melee of boats surrounding her.
Some were discharging their boxes of fish,
Others struggling TO get some point of
vantage, others fighting TO escape from
the uproar. For the air was filled with
the roar of the waves and with the voices
OF men, blending in shouts, orders, ex-
postulations, words OF anger. and words
OF jest. Above all this huDbub Andrews
N loru
and commanding, as he watched the
trunks of fish hauled on board, dragged,
pushed, thrown or kicked as near the
mouth OF the hold as the blockade of
trunks already skipped, would permit.
But sharp as crack of thunder a stem
torian voice called: Captain Binney
wanted! Girl dying at Pitencraigie wants
himlo Andrew heard him, and in mo-
ment had deputed his charge to jamie
and was ut the gunwale; and selecting
point when great wave lifted one of
the small boats to the level of the steam
er's bulwarks, he scramble into her an
was soon going shore war as fast as his
powerful stroke at the oars could carry
him.
Sophy, however was beyond his power
to reach: the tender words could not
comfort her, for life was inexorably com
ing to an end, and every one OF her NUT
tered words was mysterious, important,
nothing she said, save only that she talk
ed about "Angels resting in the haw-
thorne bowers.
Suddenly Christina remembered that
some large, important looking papers had
been sent that morning to the dying
woman, and Andrew, on examining them,
saw they were proceedings in the case be-
tween Archibald Braelands and Sophy.
"Does she ken know aught o. these?n
he sternly asked Christina, and when his
sister answered, .'Ns, nal" They only
came an hour ago from Jessie Largs.n And
whatna for would we tell her. Death
will break her marriage ring without
Judge or jury vera soon, the doctor says,
I'm few hours at maist.
Then Andrew put the papers in his
pocket and strode rapidly down the cliff
and away TO Braelands. He met the mas
ter at the door, and at Andrews look he
dismounted from his horse and they
turned into a small room without a
word. Then Andrew threw the papers
down on table and said with passionate
sorrow:
you'll no need to fash folk VII the
like o. them, Braelands Your wife is |