The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-11-28

ut the outer door, he calleo to me in his
silky-soft. wheedling voice:
Patrick. do not part in anger. my
brother. Freely do l forgive you all
the i'll words We have spoken OF me-"
But turned the back of my hand 20
him, as stood for the last time on the
threshold of the house of my fathers,
from which was now 70 be evermore
an outcast.
''That for your forgiveness!" said y.
'Keep IL 10 cozen older fools withal!
You cannot take in Patrick Vernon with
your sugared lies!" /
So from the house OF Irongray, where
] was born and which had counted as
mine own, was thus outlawed and ex-
truded. 'Tis easy to say that had but
mine own self TO blame. Had / hidden
more Mt home o. nights and ever been
in ut the taking of the Book" my
father might have looked more kindly
upon me. And 1 should, maybe, have
pleased my mother better had been
more complaisant, and made pretense
TO little religion of the easily carried
kind which comes out in asking long
blessings at meal times and interlarding
Ia sanctified word or two in common
speech-such as: "It'u be fine day
the morn, IL the Lord WILL" or. "we'll
shear the sheep on Monday, gin kind
Providence spare u.s." For many is
the sound reputation for godliness
which has been built on just as little as
that.
But I never had the art to guide my
tongue all the days Of me, and ofttimes,
alas! have permitted IL to guide me;
and a man lands surely in the mire
when he let's his unruly evil take charge.
At all events, there / was outside the
door of my fathers house, and present
ly. being conveyed on my way by my
five kindly brothers, whom had not
suspected of so much tenderness for
their elder, / found myself OF tho Loan
ing foot. There Is ford near by over
the little water of Cluden and a cross,
ing of stepping-stones, about which as
BARNS we had played the day by the
length, before ever we heard a sound of
the weary Covenants that have worked
80 muckle strife in this land. Ihad my
foot on the first stone when Duncan
nudged Gilbert to speak. He was n fine!
solid lad, Duncan, but not gleg at the
talking.
duncan wants me to say, Patie," said
Gilbert, taking the signal reluctantly.
that we are heart sorry for this cast
cot. And We are a vexed for We, and
we do not think that We have been
rightly used. But We are to mind that
the Irongray Is your ain, and we will
work it for you as the rightful heir
There's name o. us that are Jacobs, or,
would supplant our brother. Is that no
RIGHT, lads?"
"Aye," gruf1ly enough responded Dun
can. And the others also said AYE"
with one voice.
sand We are no TO do onything rash,
Patie," he went on, "for we have here
some pickle siller that we had laid by
us. It's no better than twenty Scots
pounds, but we are welcome. Patie (stop
that whingein' and greetin', Martini.
think sham o. yourself, man). And ye
are to TAX it and look about We a wee.
and no do onything rash that ye would |
be sorry for after, likel"
Lads" answered them, slowly, for
i was near overcome, 81 Gamma talk your
hard-won siller. Yell be needing new
plaids and bonnets, and ken Duncan
was saving for Bible"
'It's lee-I wasna'," said Duncan.
INA, ma, so long as Patrick Vernon
has pair of strong hands, the world
will no come greatly wrong to him.