Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-10-13
CHAPTER ANIN.

Simon STROLLER springs up from his
perch like 4 jack-in-the-box, and comes
down again upon the packet, glarlns at
his visitor.
The buiks! the buiks. what DO We ken
ABBOTT the buiks? | was main car'ful of
them. The fire burned the kirk, but it
couldna harm the buiks, because the puir
auld chiel carried them safe to his hame.
He lo'ed the buiks better than his BARNS,
and the awful fire daurna burn them!
Hoot. see the lightnin', and listen to the
peals of thoonder! The puir lassie 'ull be
skeered wi the flashes and the rain.
Dinna greet, my puir. wee thing. boot
less but theirs baird times before ye, but
wilma haze your wits burned DOT like puir
auld Simon, wha saw the whole edifeece
come to the groond. But he saved the
buiks-the guide auld buiks that had
sairved the perish for so mony years.
Ay! he was main car'ful Of the buiks, and
name could thraw bleeme upon him be-
caise the buiks came to hairm!
The books! the fire. the kirk! Some
thing like CLEAN is dawning upon De-
las mind. 1t cannot be! 1t is altogether
too unlikely-yet if it WERE
Mr. Strother." she cries. what was
burned DOWN."
What! ye saw it dune. and We Gamma
remember the name of the place. he re-
turns, with a cunning leer.
WAS there a girl married on that day
in the church? Is it the storm at Chiffon
in Berwick you are speaking Of? The
lightning that burned Chiffon Church to
the ground twenty years ago!
u ,~i1
man. "wha daurs to mention Cheelton, in
| Barwick to me? [ ken naethin' of the
toon. | dinna ken if there is a kirk in
Cheelton or no. I'm Heelandmon, | ken
naethin' of the Border-land, and if any
say do, they lee. | tell ye they lee Get
| oot!' he continues, angrily, to Della;
we're a leear, | say-a leear! and naethin'
| in this parcel but a peer O breeks. What
would We be luikin' at the auld nuns
breek for? Get oot, l say, and leave me
to myself; wilma haze We spcering ABBOTT
| my room in this shameless manner. And
as for the parcel, it's my parcel, and
| We shall IA haze my breeks; I'll see We dee
| fairst.'
Della. now fairly alarmed, rlshcs to,
| ward the door, and stumbles down the
| narrow staircase, whore, to her infinite
! comfort, she encounters Patsy Kennett,
who. much flushed and smiling, is mount
! ing to relieve guard.
20. Patsy! l am so thankful you have
returned. Your grandfather has fright
ened me out Of my senses
HAS he. now? It's just like him! The
old hunks can't keep civil tongue in his
head for ten minutes together"
Il want to ask you Il few questions.
| How long is it since your grandfather left
| Scotland?
"A matter of FIVE year or more, ma'am."
rs he mad, Patsy
BLESS ye! yes, ma'am! as mad as a
| March hare"
But what drove him out Of his senses,
| Patsy?''
"'Twas a big fire, ma am, and he was
! terribly burnt in it. You can see the scars
on his breast and shoulders now. You
see, Granddaughter he was parish clerk at
a place called Chiffon"
Not Chiffon in Berwick, Patsy?
| eyes ma'am. that's the placer
''Gracious heavens. is it possible? But
Mr.. Strothcr denied just now that he'd
ever been there
"Ah! that's his cunning. He won't
| bear the least talking to on the subject.
! But there was an awful fire there that
| burned down the church and the parson-
age, and no one ever knew how it hap
pened: but Granddaughter lost his situation,
and took it so to heart that he's never
| been right in his head since"
| Go be continued)