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An involuntary glance at the papers
when Doctor Telfair first spoke of
them had revealed their situation to
Jessy. They were on o bookshelf,
and she took possession Of them with a
nod and q smile, and ran upstairs
with the feet feet of love. The even
ing meal had been set by the window,
and Katherine had risen and was pour
ing the boiling water on the leaves of
the tea as Jessy entered. The pecu-
liar refreshing odors of Pekoe and
young Hyson filed the room, and
there was wan smile upon Kathe-
rine's face; for the young have to be
very despairing, indeed, before the
succulent juices of flesh and luscious
sweetness of creams fail to interest
them. The idea of a good meal had
been accepted by Katherine at first
with the resignation which sense of
personal duty inspires, but it was fast
becoming o pleasurable anticipation.
Jessy's face flashed to her hope and
expectation, and Katherine put down
the little brass kettle and looked ut
her friend with breathless interest.
Selfish people like to play with good
news, to make riddles and surprises
and please themselves, but Jessy shut
the door and said promptly:
Dear, if you wantto know about Mr..
Mowbray, here are three newspapers
with his name in them. He sent them
to father. OF course, he knew they
would be given to you. Love has many
strange postmen. Only think of him
sending the minister--Doctor Telfair
himself, and no less!"
She was turning over one paper as
she spoke, and the others were in
Katherine's hands. A pencil mark
quickly directed their attention to the
proper lines.
.sHere is the first notice." said
Jessy. 'Balmoral Hotel, Edinburgh,
Richard Mowbrav, Mowbrsy, West
moreland.' How the name stands out
among a score of other names!"
"He looked at it," said Katherine,
and the words caught light from his
eyes. "Here is the second notice:
Perth, Richard Mowbray, Mowbrsy,
Westmoreland. What is he doing in
Perth, Jessy? Did he speak of Perth
before I came?"
"I think not. This is the latest
paper, May Is. Wick, Caledonian
HOTEL"
"Wick! What ever has he gone to
Wick for? It lis almost at John O'Groats
at the last foot of Scottish ground. "
ct think know. He spoke of an
aunt who lived in the Orkneys. The
next paper, I dare say, will come from
Kirkwall."
Katherine's headache and heart
ache were now gone, blown off John
O'Groats, far away over the great
North Sea. It was charming to see
how brightly and swiftly the color
came back to her cheeks and the light
to her eyes. She was hungry then,
and she,poured out the tea, and en-
joyed her slice of mountain mutton,
and very much enjoyed her tarts and
tinctured cream; the while she talked
softly, and smiled and dimpled, and
was as happy as she had been misera-
BILE. The laird WAS now q nonenity.
She felt even q trihe belligerent
toward him. Wintoun's absence was
no longer annoying. Jessy promised
to see the young man and find out
what was the worst of the trouble
there. And after delicious, delight
full meal, Katherine rode slowly and
hopefully home between the two
lights, with three little scraps of news
paper in her silk purse. AS for the
purse, it was hidden away safely close
to her heart!