The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-02-18

the provost o. the ceety- I'll summon
the watch I'll call DOT the tTain-bands
DGdi I'll do mair nor that-I'H come
wi We meSeFi"
As they passed through the mahog-
any-pOlisih- scented study, Gregory Par
tan took his Sabbath hat off It's nail,
and the two men made their way rap
idly to the little house in the venneL
All was still and peaceful as they
paused in front Of the doors. The VIM
dows were blinded, and a curiOusly be-
lated air of night and sleep caused 1t
to contract with the open doors and
cheerful windows on either side, which
were crowded with faces interested IN
the movements of two euch notable
men.
They went to my mothers door and
| tried the latch. 1t was unlocked, and as
they entered and shut it behind them
the night chill of an unopened house
struck cold and heavy upon them. UNI
phray Spurway STROBE with fearful
heart from room to room. He clambeTed
up the narrow stairs in half a dozen
bounds. Before every shut door and
blank closet he gasped with a horrible
fear lest he should come on some sight
too CHASTITY for human eyes But all
above was emptiness and stiffness, the
dank sweat of night upon everything.
He Numbered down stairs again to
find the provost holding a steeple-
crowned hat in his hand. He was smil-
ing a little and seemed about to speak
But the provosts je5ts, if, indeed, he
had been about to make any. was
stricken from his lips at the sight Of
the face of Umphray Spurway.
He has carried her Off-the villain.
He has captured her son and carried
tthem both to The plantations to sell
them for elavesi"
'Hoot na, said the provost, we never
can tell-s woman is aye a woman.
They're just terrible forgiein' And. We
ken, we o try them. sair. He'll aiblins
/ hae spoken her fair and saft-and she'll
hae game back to her auld love for a
that he is a blackguard
Hold your cursed lying tOngue"'
Numbered Umphray, roUeed out of him
self. Il tell you she hated him-l0athed
him. Did she not lie weeks liz the hos
pitsl here from the wound his hand
gave her?'
Aye aye, they are vera lang suffer-
in, the weemen," sad the provost calm
", looking about HIM. "Rut we will do
10 guild here. I misdoCt that the nests
empty and the bird fiownr
Il tell you, sir, she would never have
gone willingly. She must have been
forced. J know her heart"
Like eneuch!' said the provost, but
some O. the weemen fowk hae twa
sides to their heaTt-yin for the aud
love and the ither far the new. But
they aye keep the warmest fer the
aud. TAX my advice an think nae
mair abcot her. Umphray. She maun
be eye Iecht-headeds There's as guild
! fish,
But Umphray Spurway was gone He
had fed the ancient engDtfneSg of the
DrOverb he knew was coming
Hey, mon, leave me my hat, and
tax your ain wi We. Umphray.
But the Englishman only cried over
his shoulder impOlitely, TO the devil
with you and your hat!.
eAweel," said Gregory. phiiosOph-
ically. after infinitely examining the
steeple-crowned article he held in his
hand. 4 haze nae objections. There was
bit hole or twa i the croun O. my old
yin. and this is as guild a beaver as
/ ever was colt for siller. Aye ave-
Ech-how, aye-but providence is ever a
kind prOvider'