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CHAPTER II.


thing made him have faintness. l
pointed out several pieces in the vases,
and he answered if I would wear q
vase full of other flowers with hello
srope, he might perhaps endure it.
he makes the same objection to any
other flower I choose. He takes dis
likes to all the gowns I look we'll in,
and really can only dress myself in
q gray winsey or a Galashiels tartan
with any comfort. All my friends are
In some way Objectionable. The
Heriots are highty; the Netherby girls
are extravagant; the Hislops are vul-
gar; the Ferwicks are beyond bearing
Tor their pride; and so on and so op.
If it was not for the minister, he would
cross you off my visiting list also"
"Why does he do such things?"
eOnly because he is O natural ty-
rant. He loves to show his power,
and am completely in it. Until lately
I did not mind him very much.
had mamma and you, and everything
gave me joy. wore my pretty dresse,
when 1 came here, and played and
sang when he was out of the house,
and carried my novels and poetry to
my own room; and as long as I could
visit Jessy Telfair, I cared nothing
for the Heriots or for anybody else:"
'tYou have Jamie Wintoun also on
your side. Jamie is multitude"
'tJamieis we'll enough"
"Well enough! And jamie is to be
your hIsband!"
"No, he is not. + VOW I will never
marry him. jamie knows how feel.
l made him understand the other
night. I did not mean to hurt him,
but fear did, for he has not been
to Levens-hope since. and the laird
was fretting and fuming about his
tnephew's wrongs all the time I ate
my breakfast this morning."
"Poor Jamie Wintorn! he is such
. good-hearted, honorable soul"
"He may have all the good qualities
that exist, Jessy, and yet he has never
made me in all these years care for
him as some one made me care with a
glance and sigh and touch of his
hand. And this some one has all
Jamie's good qualities added to his
own special ones"
"Besides all those other excellen-
cies which you are constantly invent
ing for him?"
every likely I do invent some.
Every woman has to invent for the
man she loves her ideal virtue. Not
geniG eeusand has them naturally" "
T. Use topics they talked with an
Increasing interest. The kirk
|Pbell rang, and the minister preached
and prayed, and the congregation
scattered over the hills, and Katherine
still lay upon Jessy's bed, with head
ache and a heartache, telling her griefs
and despairs, and listening to hopes
and ikelihoods, angry little, weep
ing little, but with all finding great
comfort in Jessy's reasonable and un-
reasonable friendship.
When Doctor Telfair came back
from the afternoon service, Jessy
boldly defended her own and Kathe-
rine's delinquency.
katherine is really SICK" she
said, "and I stayed at home with her.
And you ought to go and give the
laird good scolding, father. He is
simply an outrageous domestic ty-
rant"
"He thinks he is doing his duty"
sHe knows he is OVERRIDING his
duty. And il is the OVERRIDING that
delights him."
"What was Katherine crying
about?"
"Crying?"
eyes, I heard her sobbing. Poor
little laEsie! What was she crying
for?"
'For the moon, 7 think"
t'You mean for that Mr.. Mowbray
she met here?"
Eyes; that is what mean"
"Jessy, you are wise wee body,
and will tell you something. You
must Judge whether to speak or to be
quiet. have had three newspapers
from the young man. His name is in
all of them. I have no doubt they were
intended for Katherine. He was sure
I would tell you, and equally sure
that You would carry the message to
Katherine"
"Where are the papers, father?
Why did you not tel! me before? A
Babylonish signet would have been
more wisely read by you than round
about love message"
81 am not altogether without a
sense of the tender passion, Jessy. I
live yet, my daughter, in a shadow Of
the bygone. But I was thinking Of
Wintoun, who is a very pleasant
young man and living within my own
bounds and parish"
katherine will never marry jamie
Wintoun"
':The laird will make her."
''She is beyond his make now"
mot until she is of age."
"Pshaw! She came of age the day
she met Richard Mowbray. Father,
you are ten times greater than the
laird. Stir yourself up for poor
Katherine, who is likely to be driven
distracted between Brathous and Win
toun."
ga word in such matter, Jessy,
is like mustard seed and may grow
into great tree, and with all my COL
lege learning and soul wisdom T might
be put to the wall by two bits of
lassies not out of their teens yet. I
am not very sure if I ought to let you