Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-01-13

sharp clip" jerked it from her hip after
the manner of shepherds. 1t flew straight
and took the mart OH the hip. Another
and yet another, each as truly aimed, sue
ceeded. The beast turned no more but with
Anna behind 1t and Saunders Macmillan
and half a dozen WeaVerS in chase took a
straight line through the little green hope
of the Tryst for the vale of Moreham.
Then, indeed. there was noise 20 speak
about, and l. sitting up dazed and supplied.
heard the highland men shouting TO I'M
phray spurway, Who is the lassie?'
The Iassie," shouted another contemp-
tuOusly. he dressed the herd on the left
flank. ''Yon's nae lassie. Yon's kiltie
lad-a son o Donald Digs, l thinkin' by
his lang legSi''
For little Anna Marks hiGh-kilted petit
coats had misIed him, and. indeed. not with
out some reason. For her hair was tied in
a red kerchief after manner that she had
doubtless learned from her father. and for
the rest she was dressed much like one OF
their timber he-slips who scamDered and
climbed and yelled alongside the drove.
This was a great blow to me, and it was
an hour or two before l could make any
Roadway to get over 1t.
1t was not jealousy so much as that she
had not told me what she was doing, but
had gone secretly to that great lout Scum
ders Macmillan, as coarse and clamper-
some a lump as any of that name. And in
| Galloway that is saying no little.
Il wanted to surprise you-that is why l
| did not tell you," she said afterWard as she
| ran alongside when once the homeward
| column was in good going order and out of
| the disturbance caused by the routing OF
| the herd.
| 1 said nothing. I was not ready to make
! s'Of course" she said softly for she could
/ speak very gently when 1t liked her, which
/ was not often), Il cannot throw as well as
| you nor flourish my arm about over my
/ head. 1t is not the same thing"
! You hit the beast and turned it. after II
| had knocked me over" L replied. gioomly
sIa rto1 mis- a
| well.' she persisted
Let me see. them said /.
| bullock al this moment turned and tried
/ a last bolt.
Turn him-turn him, witch Weann' cried
| Bowie Fleemister. the only Moreham man
| in the company. and man who, having
| Iassie BARNS of his own, hated Anna Mark S
| favor with his employer.
| Then the girl, with her eyes full on the
| charging bullock, "henched" a pebble
| which indeed missed the animal, but by
! strange chance took Bowie Fleemister or
! the elbow joint.
! Eye hae broke my funny-bane We fitch.
tersome wisp o brimstane," he cried dane.
( ing to and fro. and nursing his elbow in the
| palm Of his other hand. I'm hae ye dis
/ Cerned for a manifest witch, as your mithel
| was afore ye!'
You see, now" said Anna calmly, witt
7 her eyes cast down. 81 can miss. l missed
/ the bullock by as much twenty yards"
/ Yet somehow the instance was to me MOI
| wholly convincing.
Bowie Fleemister made his complaint t.
| Cmphray Spurway before the pain haC
| wholly died out of his tingling finger tips
| "fon ill-set randy has broken my shuttl
arm wi a stane," he said, truculently. "Il
never work MAR! l want her banished Oh
o the country like her mither. There viii
| never be peace In the mill till she be game
'Oh. yes. there will,'' retorted Umphra,
| Spurway, significantly, riding a little nearer
| to Bowie, who shrank away from him
| Then bending little from his horse ant
nl h tr0sy hi- hlr Gct ,Ex,-
| II to BOwie's nostrils Yes" he added
there will be peace in Cmphray Spurway'
mill as long as that hand ways at the enc
OF this right ARM"
And Bowie Fleemister. the color of tow
| shrank still further between his own Shout
| ders.