The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-30
Story Of Two Letters

two friends passed arm in arm along
the sands, breathing the freshness Of
the sea beach and reveling in it's free
dom with the keen appreciation of the
overworked.
Across the firth rose the peaks Of
! Arran purpled by the setting sun; in
front Of the rock-built ruin of Greenan
castle stood clear against the amber
sky.
AS they drew near the castle a young
woman who sat reading at the base of
the rock suddenly raised her head and
looked toward them.
Hal" whispered Jim. "That's surely
a fair specimen of Ayr's bonnie lassies.
Who Is she2"
IT don't know. haven't seen her be-
fore. Certainly she's very bonnie. But
hilloa! what's up?''
The girl had sprung to her feet, and
was gazing anxiously up and down the
beach. Presently her eyes rested on the
summit Of the rock, her face grew
white as death, and she stood moment
as If spellbound. Then, with a Mortified
cry Of "Marjory!" she had started
toward the rock, and was struggling
frantically up its steep side.
An upward glance revealed to the
doctor the cause of her action. At the
base of the castle wall, some sixty
feet above the beach, is ledge Of rock
which the fOolhardy delight to pass,
and mistake this madness for courage,
when single false step or a moments
g1ddinesS will send them to a certain
death upon the rocks below. Half way
along this narrow path, crawling on
hands and knees, was the figure of a
little girl, and the woman's cry had
helped the doctor to recognize the child
as Marjory Forrest.
fovu crroof cfrJdoc fEo 4xryo ~,
reached the foot of the rock together;
side by side, with the nimble, sure
footed strength of the days when as
boys they had climbed the cliffs around
their Highland home, they dashed up
its precipitous flank, passed the strug-
Cling woman half way and reached the
top pantingly together.
Even as they turned the corner of the
wall 1t seemed too late, for the little
one had become frightened, and was
trying to turn back. There was noroom,
however; for a moment she swayed;
then her childish hands slipped from
the narrow ledge, and with aheartrend-
ing cry of "Aunty!'' she fell.
But not to death; for the sinewy
form of the doctor shot forward
across the ledge. and his hand caught
the f1uttering dress in grip of iron.
They found "Aunty" lying insensibIe
at the foot of the rocks, down which
she had fallen in her excitement, and
while Marjory kissed her white face,
saying piteously-"Aunty, Auntyl" I'll
be good now, aunty!" the two men
worked to bring her back to conscious
ness.
Presently she looked up, recognized
the little girl with glad cry, and made
to clasp her to her breast, but her left
arm dropped helplessly, and she closed
her lips as If in pain.
"Ahl" said the doctor, running his
fingers over her arm; you've broken it.
Let me put 1t right!.s
TITS very good of you to take so
much trouble "she said, with a slight
blush, lowering her eyes beneath his
gaze.
Not at all; it's quite in my line; I'm
a doctor, you knowl"
He had broken his own walking
stick and Jim's into splints, and was
bandaging her arm, handling it with
touch that was as tender as a caress;
and, as his friend afterward declared,
taking so long and fumbling so fool
ishly over it as to endanger his pro-
fessional reputation in the eyes of his
patient If she had been less interested
in himself and more in his work.
What a terrible thing it would have
been If you hadn't come in time" she
said, with shudder.
'Tm glad we were at hand-for Mar