The times., 1897-12-19

gray ON new-falln rock! Out with It'll
Out withit! Have they met? Has he been
here? Is nc the mani" Gorromalt took
stride forward, his face shadowy with
anger, his eyes ablaZe. "Out with it,
girl! What do you known"
Il know nothing
1T Is n lie, anu 1T is knowing it ami"
1T is no lie; l know nothing. / fear
nuch.''
And who Will Jasper Morgan be?"
Are you not for knowing that, father"
why, what meaning are you att" cried
the man, bewildered.
WHO will Jasper Morgan he but the son
or Stanley Morgan?''
STANLEY Morgan!-Stanley Morgan!-I
am no wiser noyou wish to sendme mad.
Speak out--out with it!''
why, Gorromalt, what is Drumdoon's
manner broke in MIR. Stewart.
''Drumdoon-Why, Sir Ewan-ah no, for
sure It's now that English breatitaker, that
Southern land snatcher, who calls him
self Lord Greyshott. And what then? VIII
it be for
Aren't you for knowing his name? No?
campbell, man, il is Morgan-Morgan."
All this time Aunt Elspeth had sat silent.
She now gave a low cry. Her husband
turned and looked at her go into the
house. he said harshiy; this will not
be the time for whimpering no, by God.
it is not the time for whimpering woman
She rose. and walked feebly over to Mr..
Stewart.
Tell me all she said. An, grief to see.
the pain in her old, old eyes-and no tears
there at all, at ALL
This man, Jasper Morgan, that is son
OF Lord Greyshott, is here now. She has
seen him. And now all is over. There
is this note only. 1t is for Morag.
GOrromait leaned forward to take 1t.
But 1 had seen the wild look in Morag's
eyes, and / snatched 1T from Mr.. Stewart,
and gave IL to my dear. who slipped it be-
meath her handkerchief. f
sulienly her father drew up, scowled, but
said nothing. safIlSJg
what eisc,' he asked, turning to the
minister. ..-
''she is dyingw
| ''Dyingr' as
"Ay, alas, alas tina Geo air a bheinn-
the mist is on the hiil-and sh, is o young,
| too. and so fair. ~ and SO sweet and
THAT viii do. Allen Stewart! That will
| do! 1t is dying she is, you are for telling
usr'
"Muireali is dying, Alexander Campbell.
| VIII you be coming TO see her, who is your
| very own"
mo. let her death be on her! But It's a
| soon easy death 1t is She that slerst here
J this very last night, and this morning away
! across the moor like leapiug doe, before
! sunburst and an hour to that!
|
| nan. She met the man there. An hour
I after he had gone they found her lying on
the deerskin on the hearth, and she with
/ the dea tn sickness on her, and grace hite.
| heca use ofthe poison there beside her. And
now, Archibald Campbell, it is not refusing
| you VIII be 10 come TO your own daughter,
md she with death upon her, and at the
! edge O tie sileHce.''
| But with that Gorromalt uttered wild
! savage words and thrust the old man be-
| fore him. and bade him begone and cursed
/ Muireal.
/ Scarce, however, was the minister gone,
/ and he. muttering sore and frowning dark
! iy At that, than Gorromalt reeled and feel.
The blood had risen to his brain, a nd he
! had stroke. Sure, the sudden ha md OF
/ God is a terrifying thing. 1t was all we
could do, with the help OF Maisie and KRIS
! teen, to lift and drag him to his bed.
| But an hour after that, when the danger
was over, went to seek Morag. l could
! find her nowhere. Maisie had seen her
| last. / thought that She had taken one Of
! the horses from the stable, and ridden
toward KilhreuHan; but there was no Sign
| of this. On the long, weary moor-rcad
| that led across stratliglas to strathgorn,
no one could have walk ed without being
| seen by Someone at Teenabrae. And every
one there WIS now going to and fro. with
I whispers and dreadful awe.
So L turned and went down by the inn.
, From there could see three places where
Morag loved to lie and dream: and at one
of these hoped to descry her.
And. sure. so it was. A glimpse caught
| OF her, across the spra of the inn. She was
I far up the brown Gorron,alt water, and
crouched under a rowan tree.
| When l reached her she looked UP with
! start. Ay, the pain OF these tearwet.
Mayblue eyes-deep tarns ofazure grief, to
me they seemed.
In her hand she clasped the letter that l
had won Tor her.
Read it, Mary she said. simply.
1t was ia pencil. and, stra NICELY. was in
the Gaelic, strangely. for, though, when
with Mr.. and Mrs. Campbell, Morag and
spoke the language we all loved. and that
wasour own, Muireallrareiy did. Tie tier
ran somewhat thus:
| "MoraE-a gnraidh: When You get this
| shall not toe your living sister any more,
but only memory. Forgive me. | have
only one thing to ask. The man ha lied to
| me about his love. H loves another woman.
And that woman. Morag, is you: and you
know It, He loved you first. And now,
Morag, | will only tell you one thing. 10
you remember the story that old Sheen Nc
Ian told us-that about the twin sisters of
the mother of our mothers-one that was a
Morag, too?
81 am thinking you do, and here-w here
] shall soon be lying dead-here, l am
Thinking you VIII be remembering ana
realizing that story.
'If, Morag, if you do not remember
hut, all. no; we are of the old race of
Sio Thiaruid, and you will renember!
Tell no one of this except Mary-at the
end.
.'Morag, dear sister, till we meet,
| 'Muireall."
81 do not understand, Morag my hea rt, -
| said. Even now my hand shook because
1 of these words ''and that woman, MOrag,
is you, and you know it."
Not now" she answered wearily.
Il viii tell you tonight; but not now"
And So we went back together, she too
tired and stricken for tears. and l with so
many in my heart that there were none for
my hot eyes.
AS we passed the byre we hea rd Kristen
finishing a milking song. but We stopped
when Maisic suddenly broke in. with her
strange, wild, haunting sweet voice.
l felt Morag's fingers tighten in their
grasp on my arm as we stood silent. with
averted faces. listening to the old Gaelic
ballard OF ''Morag of the Glen"
when Morag of the Glen was iey
They took her where the Green Folk
stray. @Va
And there they left her, night and day,
4 day and night they left her fey.
And when they brought her home again,
Aye of the Green Folk was she fain;
They brought her leannan. Roy Mclean,
She looked at him with proud disdain.
For I have killed a man. she said,
a Better man than you to wed,
/ slew him when he clasped my head,
And now he sleepeth with the dead.