The Yale expositor., 1897-07-09

In n deep, musical voice. but without
turning his head. His inflrmity was
now apparent-he was stone blind.
John Sutherland walked across thu
room, gave his sister passing kiss.
and placed his hand affectionately on
the old mans shoulder.
Its yourself, my lad! ken you moo.
/ feel your breath about me! What
way did We no write to tell us you were
on the road hame!"
81 was not sure until the last mo-
ment that | could start so soon, but
jumped into the train last night. and
down came"
who's alang wi you?" asked the
weaver, smiling. 'I'll wager it's Mar
jorie Annan!"
Yes, Mr.. Sutherland" answered
Marjorie, crossing the room and JOIN
ing the little group. 81 met Johnnie in
Dumfries, and we came home together"
The weaver nodded his head gently,
and the smile on has face lightened into
loving sweetness
Stand close, side by side," he said,
while | TAX long look at bath o
ye."
while you look at us!" echoed Mar
jorie in surprise.
"Ay, and what for no? Dinna think,
because my bodily cen are blind. that |
Gamma see weel wi the cen o my soul!
Ay, there you stand. lass and lad-my
boy John and Marjorie AMMAN; bath
fair, bath wi blue cen; John prood and
glad, and Marjorie blushing by his
side; and | see what you Gamma sea
light all roond and abune we, coming
DOT o. the golden gates O. Heaven
Stand still a wee and bark! Do ye hear
nothing? Ay, but can hear! A
sound like kirk-bells ringing far ava.
AS he spoke he sat with shining face,
as if he indeed gazed on the sweet Wis
ion he was describing. Marjorie grew
red as fire, and cast down her eyes;
for she was only too conscious or the
old mans meaning, and, remembering
what had taken place that day, she telt
constrained and almost annoyed. John
Sutherland shared her uneaslness, and
to divert the conversation into another
channel. he spoke to his young sister,
who stood smiling close by.
Marjorie. uneasy lest the old mans
dreamy talk should again take an awk-
ward turn, was determined 20 make her
escape.
Goodbye now, Mr.. Sutherland"
she said, taking his hand in hers, 1
must run home; Mr.. Lorraine will he
expecting me-"
And before any one could say word
to detain her, she was crossing The
threshold of the cottage. Young Suth-
erland followed her as far as the gar
den gate.
Marjorie" he said. 81 hope you're
not angry?"
mo, no." she replied; "but wish
vour father would not talk as II we
were counting. Johnnie. 1t makes me
feel so awkward, and you know 1t is
not true"
"Old fc!f will talk" said John Suth-
erland, "ahd father only speaks out OF
the fullness of his heart. lie Is very
fcnd Of you, Marjorie!
II know that, and | of him-that is
why it troubles me to hear him talk
| like that"
There was a moments pause; then
Sutherland sadly he'd out his hand.
well, goodbye. just now. I'll be
looking We up at the manse!'
"Good-bye!" she answered. Come
soon, Mr.. Lorraine will be so glad
to see you"
So she FASTENED away, while Suther-
land, with sigh, stood looking after
her. He had loved her so long and so
silently, and now for the first time In
his life he began to dread that she
might not love him in return. To him,
lust then. 1t seemed as If all the world
was darkened, the blue sky clouded,
all the sweet spring weather touchd
with a wintry sense OF fear.
GRO BE coNTNUEp.l ri