Connecticut western news., 1895-01-03
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, JANUARY B. 1895.

words that rose ln my mlnd, though l had never heard them before:
 My life for thy calling, my death for thy living. Hear, Thor and hear Odin and Hector MacKenneth. Then drew my hand out from the hole and turned to the witch, but the next min ute 1 saw that her thoughts were not with me or with this material world at all, and went softly away, leaving her standing with her back to the sea and her eyes fixed on the great stone, listen ing intently and vainly, with her hand against her ear.
 So I saw her the next time passed her neat cottage. She had been gather ing some herbs, and now she stood lis tening again, with the herbs held tight ly to her breast This time I stopped to speak to her. "Lief MacKenneth, said quietly, "are you not going to give your sister the morn's greeting?'
 She gave me a quick, wild, wonder ing look, and her eyes filled with sud- den sunshine. "God bless you for the MacKenneth, she said earnestly, land for the sisterhood. But you must not stop with me today.'
 Why" I said "We are not going to have storm, Lief. !"
 "Are we no?' she laughed. Woman, dear, you re no Zetlander. There'u be a storm on us inside of an hour, and a black wind strong enough to blow the heart out O your breast, or''-
 'Or the dead out of their graves, '" said, with meaning, and her face light ed up again. .a... ..-. Maybe she muttered, maybe Now go home, you wife of MacKenneth and dream O your man and the balrns to be. Oh, aye, as drew back, flushing hotly. "I'm not witch for nothing, and I can see their shadows round you, Eleanor MacKenneth, two, three and four Now"-she turned and caught my hands in hers and kissed me on lips and cheek and forehead with eager, close kisses. "There, now, go home, Eleanor woman, and shut the storm out. When do you go to your own home, soon?"
 "Next week. I answered. 1T told Hector to expect me on Thursday" Aye, and a fine, calm journey to you, dear heart But I'll see you again Go now, and goodby, woman dear. !" I heard very little of the storm that | night, for I slept as soundly. as child, and when, toward morning, began to dream my dreams were pleasant enough, though they were all of Lief The last dream of all was the one which made the deepest impression on me It twas of Lief again, but as had never seen her. Young and with wonderful shy glad ness in her eyes, she stood at the door of her cottage in the driving rain, with her hand fast in the hands of a man with fair hair and bold blue eyes, a younger edition of my own husband. saw them kiss each other, and then woke.
 Ronald has come back to her," said to myself as I rubbed my drowsy eyes, and somehow I was not in the least surprised or grieved when mine hostess came in later on in the morning to tell me that the storm had wrecked half score of houses and had blown the witch s cabin out to sea. Nothing was ever heard of the witch herself, but | had pine wood cross put up close tC | the stone of Odin, and on it we wrote | the two names, Lief and Ronald. And in the small church of Kirk Harold, | where Lief was christened, we put up g tablet to the glory of God and in loving memory of Ronald MacKenneth anC Lief, his wife.-Macmillan Magazine.