Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-01-27

she did me-aye, and for the matter Of
that Umphray Spurway also.
Let me go-let me go, WIN Bowman
she gasped, DO not hinder me. 1t Is a
Philip and my father"
Your father" repeated VIII after her,
speaking like man in a, maze.
Yes; let me go! Or. better still, come
with me. They passed up this street
moment ago, and We will lose them If we
are not quickrf
But it was not in Will Bowman's power
on this occasion to be quick Beauty
arm he had so unceremoniously dropped
was a certain Tfb Rorrison. who earned
her daily bred in the fish trade of Aber-
cairn. Now, why fish dealing should pro-
duce in women a certain rough readiness
OF wit and rasDiness Of tongue is not per
fectly clear. But the fact could not be
doubted while lib was explaining to VIII
and little Anna what she thought of them.
Eye menseless landward-bred houndr'
she cried, shaking her red fist. solid as
quarter of beef, a bare inch under WITS
nose, ken We so little O. 1sobel Rorrison
that We wad dare to mistryst her, to TAX
up wi a silly partan O. a BARN like this.
And you. Mistress Babbyclouts, that thinks
wi thae winkin' cen o yours to TAX Tib
Rorrison's lad frae her on the high street
| o differentiation bodle / wad tear the
bonny face O. We till 1t is a rig-an' furr like
| a new-plowed field. Aye. an lib wad do
| 1t, too-were, it not that skelpin' wad fit We
better. We penryworth o whitey-broon
thread tied in wisp!
Ma. an I'll no stand DOT O. your road.
Will Crack-tryst! And I'll no baud my int
pident tongue. What care If "a the toon
kens? What business had We to speer me
| DOT to walk to Lucky Bodden's booth wi
We. and partake O. spiced gingerbread and
| fardin saveloys, forbye the best o tinpenny
ale? Aye. lasses. that did he, the decetvtE
thief. an he shallna leave thae plain-stanes
| he is standin' on till he has treated no only
me. lib Rorrison, but every ither honest lad
and lass within hearin' O. the soond O. my
voice!''
"That's RIGHT, lib! Gle him his kali
| through the reeki" chorused the crowd:
| gar him scunner. Tear the cen DOT o
| that wee bosom that CARED him LIGHTLY
your
Faith wad 1, gin it were me. the randy
that she isi'
AYE, an mel A herd lass nocht bet
teri
IF lib has only spunk in her ava, she'll
never stand the like O. that
Such were the Interruptions, all obviously
provocative, which reached the ear of the
already militant lady. Mistress Isobel Ror-
rison. ard she squared her arms and STROBE
up so close to Anna Mark that even in the
dusky fare of the torches from the booths
Anna could see the red of her weather
beaten complexion, Melted and marty like
the REGULATIONS on bladder. A fire was
beginning to burn in Annals eye. and her
hand stole down toward the dirk she carried
in her satcnel pocket. But Will noted the
hand into his pocket he drew out half
dozen silver coins and held them out to
lib.
There" he said; "I will stand treat.
This is my masters daughter, and she is
seeking him over late to be left on the
street of Abercairn by hersel. TAX the Sill
Ter. lib. and bear nae malice. And the
next time 1 come to Abercairn 1 swear We
shall hae Lucky Bodden's candy-stall, stool
and a, gin We like
Tib. though considerably Modified. would
not at once give in, being in the presence of
so many witnesses.
Gle your dirty siller to wha we like, VIII
Bowman she cried, changing her ground:
when lib Rorrison sets tryst WI a lad,
it's neither for the sake O. siller, nor yet
tippenny ale, wad hae We ken!''
Will. anxious to be out of the crowd.
looked around for some one he knew. He
espied the hostier from the Kings Arms.
Hey, Jock Pettigrew. We are no sac
prood as lib. Here's five silver shillings
sterling money. Gang doom to Lucky's and
treat every lad and lass that will follow ye
gem lib first choice o the sayeloys. Guild
| NIGHT, lib! Eat your fill, and dinna bear
malicei"
And so. under cover Of the cheering and
back-clapping. VIII and Anna escaped
down the high street of Abercairn.
ITO be continued)