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to that. Do you think 1 Will have
dead folk worried out of their graves
and live folk worried into them for
Katherine's nonsense?"
''Katherine's feelings are to be con-
suited"
"Katherine's feelings! Heard one
ever the like? A bit of schoolgirl,
that has not come to her feelings any
more than she has come to her reason!
Twill remind you that I hold a mortgage
on Wintoun lands, and that you are
looking to Katherine's money to pay
me-"
'tI am doing nothing of the kind,
sir. I would not marry Katherine for
her money. I do not care for her
money! And Wintoun snapped his
fingers passionately almost in his
uncle's face,
sYou are born fool, then! The
man of this day who does not care for
money can go out of date and break
his heart if he likes to. Out of @y
presence anyway, sir! You haveGmade
me great deal worse, and Ekely as
not shall bide awake all night for
your ridiculous nonsenseW Then he
rang the bell furiops}y, and called ont
at the same moment: Helen! Helenl
Come you here! Helen, send for Doc
tor Musgravel Peter Symington, ride
for the doctor! I have had chilli
I'll behaving fever next! What kept
you Helen?" And so on, until Win
team was glad to escape the rasping,
unreasonable voice. The chill wind
and the drifting vapors were more
kindly and comfortable companions.
The next morning the laird was still
sick and the house was wretched, but
the mist was 30 thick Katherine did
not dare to go over the hills. And
this condition continued for four days.
Then Sabbath came, and she found
her way to church, and afterward to
the manse; but there was no great
comfort in either place. The minister
was preoccupied, and Jessy never
named Mowbray. Moreover, she
treated Katherine's one question about
him as if the subject bored her.
"He has forgotten our very exist
ence, T dare say, Katherine; and we
need not worry. ourselves about his.
He7was seeking pleasure, and we made
an hour or two for him. I am quite
sure that he will just mingle US up
with the fine views, the driving, the
fishing, the sightseeing and the other
bonnie lassies that he will dance a reel
with"
"Then I am real sorry, Jessy. I
liked him more than that, and I will
even tell you So" -.
"Dear, why should you? Men are
never to trust to. Father said this
one would be dangerous.
ooh, Jessy, if youwould love me
littlel"
Then Jessy understood her friends
trouble, and she talked sensibly no
longer. She turned her tongue and
began to praise Mr.. Mowbray. She
said the like of him in looks had never
been seen on Tweedside,. and that
blind man might have known that he
gave his heart away the moment he
looked at Katherine.
Eyes, DEAR" she said, 'as he sat
there and you stood at the open door,
he got wound he will never getover.
It was not that Katherine confessed
her love. It was that Jessy OWNED
it, and that, with the unselhshness of
a true friend, she hasted to give the
only sympathy that is of value-the
assurance of whatever we wish to be-
lieve. This conversation began be-
fore the morning service, and was con-
tinued in the noon interval. Kath-
crimes heart was full of her small
domestic troubles, and she could no
longer restrain her confidence. She
told Jessy how i'll tempered and tyran-
nical the laird was to every one, but
especially to herself.
ct am at hismercy," she said, "and
he makes me feel it every hour. Ill
practice my music, the piano affects
his nerves. If he finds me with
novel, he asserts that it is improper
reading and takes it away. Poetry
offends him still more deeply"
"Father says the laird is very mar
row and bigoted about literature. He
thinks Robert Burns covers the
ground"
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