Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-04-14
EpilOgue.

EpiIogue.
And now. as my Uncle John would saw.
must close the record. l write the last
oil THESE sheets on the afternoon of a Sab
path day in mine own house of New Milns
inns day, at the morning diet Of worship
MI John Bell was more than ordinary
dreich' and that young imp James. IA
tisued me with his exceeding restlessncss.
He takes the quality from near rela-
tive, though he cannot sling stones as well
as she could.
saw my mother and Tmphray today.
tmphray thow / laughed standing very
Sul's w at the plate. for my mother
his will. f
Though born and baptized an Episco-
pahan. she said. Il have always been a
convinced Presbyterian at heart. And SO
must you be Umphrayr'
"hereupon Umphray promised. His face
was py ordinary grave as / passed him
TINS morning, Yet methinks his farther eye
10 Qulvered. Nowadays We see but little
OF VIII Bowman-far less than could
wish. 1 mentioned this to my mother. and
asked her II she could imagine reason.
aIon my .co OF course, Sc, she cried I'VE were
alone tosether); did You not know? He
Was always in love with Annar'
mat Is nonsense, mother" [ answered,
Ior the thing greatly astonished me. why
have been with him all these years and
notced nothing. Neither, / sure, did
Annar'
Then it was that my mother laughed
heartily; but the inwardness of her mirth
L could not perceive.
Trust a woman to know when a man
loves her" she said, when she had finished.
and for all that you think of her. your
Anna is just like the rest
Afterward We went into the kirk and the
service was a solemn and appropriate one,
though Mr.. Bell was we'll nigh an hour and
half at his discourse. He has been lee
turing through ''Canticles' for the past
four years and half. and so naturally he
could not find much that was new to say.
But his text was exceedingly comfortable
to me, and when he gave II out Anna Mark
put her hand into mine round our Jamie's
back. 1t was Many waters cannot quench
love, neither can the floods drown it,"
And 1t came into my head, sitting thus
with my wife's hand in mine Cbut secretly
and as If to curb the imp) that should tell
| my mother of Philip Stansfield and his last
words, which L had never done. l had
spared her las / thought on board the
Mary, finding her strange and upset with
all her troubles. But now she happily
welded and established at the Min house
Nothing could fright her any more. She
would go straight and tell Umphray, what
ever secrecy she might promise
So sending on Anna with the Englishman
L told my mother all as well / could-of
| how Capt. Stansield had said at the last:
Tell her that | did it for her sake!'
But al the first sound of my late fathers
care to hear. Do not speak to me of Philip
Stansfield or Saul Mark. They were both
men of wrath
And then. letting go my arm, she forsook
me, calling loudly her husband: Il M
| phray, do not go so fast. / want you. You
are always so headstrong and inconsiderate
| You forget that at this present L am not
| strong.'
Yes, Mary" said Umphray, gently. and
| turned back toward us.
My mother stopped to pull her kirtle a
! little up to show her pretty shoes. linen
she took Umphrays arm with a little hap
| ply jerk of possession. To hide smile as
Annals eyes met mine 1 turned TO lift the
| Imp over the stile.
James 1 asked him. sternly, what was
| Mr.. Bells text this morning.
Il forget, he answered. prompt as echo
| from the wood, but L killed six flies on
| the bookboardi'
And as L lifted him down I met Annals
eyes once again over our bairns shoulder,
and from what l saw in them l knew that
she would never forget the text of Mr.. John
Bells 225th consecutive lecture and addi-
| ton upon the Canticles, commonly called
the Song of solomon.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither
can the floods drown it,''
fThe end.|