Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-05-17

reaching, undulated away into the dim dis
lance toward Tanfield.
John Glendonwyn waited almost till the
end, and then fell in beside an old college
companion, still churchless, who only said,
Hello, Glendonwyn, what are you doing
here?You used to be on the other side
"Ah, said John Glendonwyn grimly,
even Lazarus may come forth"
And at that moment, standing close to
the procession as 1t streamed down the hill,
his eyes met those OF Veronica Caesar. She
did not speak, but she gave him a quick
nod which said, II am proud of you.
| joint!
All if John had known all that was in
| the girls heart-but no, it could not be,
John had bestowed all his heart on Fairlie
Glendinning, and what would it have sig
nineo, save to give him pain. that there on
| the pam Edinburgh flags was a girl who
would gladly have gone into the wilderness
| with him-not scorning feshpots. indeed
| put we'll able to conjure them out of the
very weeds and nettles by the wayside.
Like many another, Veronica had been
| such good friends with John all her life
| that she did not want to marry him-till-
| there was danger of his marrying some
| oody else. But let us not anticipate. That
part of the tale is not yet.
| Few Of the outgoing ministers had so
| simple row to hoe as John Glendonwyn
Or. at least. SO 1t seemed to him at first.
A1terward. indeed he saw reason TO modify
| his opinion.
He had few movables in the manse. 1t
! would be easy to find a cottage to hold his
books, his camp bed and old Baby. He
| would preach in the school room. His per-
sonai wants were few, and If the people
wished him he would remain among them.
But IN these arrangements he found that
| ne had reckoned without his father. Mr..
Glendonwyn was furious with wrath-his
| only son, his heir-a dissenter in his own
parish. He to abandon the church to which
MS father had presented him, of which he
himself would one day be the patron. Small
wonder that bitter anger famed in Greg
ory Glendonwyns heart and blossomed not
seldom In red eruptive fury upon his lips.
He denied his son the use Of any cot
tage upon his estates Of Cover. He sent
Factor Halliday to warn all who should
frequent schfsmatic meetings that by so
doing they would not only forfeit their
landlords favor, but in all cases of yearly
lease. their holdings also. A still severer
penalty was to befall all who should en-
tertain. encourage or support the new dis
senting ministry, the only one. indeed, who
had ever dared to set foot within the viz
ginly Erastical parish of Cover.
It's like the aud Covenantin' times"
said Anton Mcmillan. Cameronian herd
upon Bennangower.
Aye-but-without poother and ball" re-
torted another. less favorably impressed
with the new system of things.
Anton eyed the speaker severely.
What kens mere mender O. the laird's
f1unkies' breeks ABBOTT poother an bail?"
he inquired with bitter irony, the critic be-
ing on his way to Castle Cover at that mo-
ment for the purpose thus pthiy put by
Anton. Maybe if We were the laird's son
We MIGHT think that we were gettin' poother
an ball eneuch, to miss a that Draw laird
ship and Castle Cover itseT, to leave ahint
ye the heartsome manse an no haze where
to set your fit or lay your held in a the
parish that was guild as your ain-mayb
we wad think that nocht? Weel, gin We
think sac, come up for vac winter season
to Gennangower wi aud Anton, and ye
will learn different"
And whisting on his dogs, aud Anton
of Bennangower rebuked them for behavior
unbecoming responsible colles on their own
hillside, and strobe away up over the
heather at his invariable pace of three
miles in the hour, up hill and down dale.
But when Anton had looked his sheep,
taken his supper in his lonely herds house
under the solemn lee of Bennanbrack, he
INDUCED in an operation which considerably
astonished his observant dogs.
One night in the week their tenor of life
was altered. At o'clock they We're all put
out without mercy or aegrotat allowed-no
place under table or beneath beds for one
of them. The yard was their portion while
Anton cleaned himself up" He could not
be "taigled wi messau dowSs gurr- wurrin'
ABBOTT his feet when engaged in such an
occupation, the next thing to a religious
function.
At any rate, on this particular evening
the dogs withdrew promptly at the pro-
duction of the strop and razor, with a dim
idea that If Cleanup Saturday Nights were
to occur at such short intervals, life would
hardly be worth living. They must seek
another service and master of more fixed
habits as to personal cleanliness.
But, though this was not Saturday night,
Anton cleaned up with more than usual
fervor, so that pink flush began to over
spread all his visible flesh, and even ap-
peared to invade the gray tangle of his
locks.
For Anton Mcmillan, herd on Bennan-
COVER, Cameronian and practical Christian,
had WOW hnn n iph CT no Iona
ere he could rest sound in his bed.
When Anton appeared in the little yard
there were his collies Tod and Tyke.
Is he going to the kirk or is he not going
to the kirk? Tyke and Tod cooked their
wise heads and thought. You can easily see
a good collie think. No professor does it
more obviously when asked a question in
class. He has no Bible, for there is no
hump in his tail coat pocket. So much
against On the other hand-he has taken
his red handkerchief out of his Sabbath hat
and wiped his brow. That means kirk all
the world over. In a moment more they
would know, and in this way. There is a
little gate where, on Sundays, he always
turns round and shakes his stick at them.
If he takes no notice. they will be after him
in a moment, tumbling over each other and
barking, securing the hillside for sheer joy
of living, erected tails, cooked ears and
piayfully swapping jaws-all because it is
not yet the precise and playlesS Sabbath
day of their native land.
Wicked dogs! Unnatural collieS! Stink
back there! For your master has paused
ct the gate and shaken his stick at you.
CHAPTER xxx.
The Herds House Of Bennangower.
Anton Mcmillan, herd on Bennangower,
was, however not going to the kirk at that
untimely hour. But he was going to the
manse, that is, the Manse of Cover, to be
vacated on the morrow by its late tenants,
John Glendonwyn, ex-minster of the Kirk
of Scotland, and his faithful servant, nurse
and dictator, Mistress Baby Lockhart.
The herd found the minister with his
knees on a stubborn box of books, cording
it with all his might, while Baby stood in
the background, inveighing against the
folly, the improvidence, nay, the sinfulness
even, of having so many books
To these two. finding an open door,
trunk strewn hallway, and no reply to his
repeated knockings. enter the herd of Ben
hangover.
well, Anton" cried the minister, gen
timely astonished, what brings you off
the hill SO early? Surely you have not left
the lambs by themselves for so long, with
only their mothers to look after them
For Anton's evident care of his flock had
hecome a hvword in the district