The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-04-10
A Scotch
Tale of Love

faded away into a giant ant in the
eyes of Christie be precise, at nine
o'clock that "Reminiscences Urbane
strobe into the porch of his farmstead
to partake of the goodly breakfast
which his daughter had provided for
hin-a man with keen appetite for
well-cooked fare.
Thrusting his shaggy head around
the door-jamb, he peered furtively in
to the kitchen, where Chris. now in
tie glory OF a red frock and her. hair
done up in neat coils at the back of
her head, sat waiting for him before
a cheerful little fire of last years log
wood.
Where be that anointed sinner?'' he
asked, in some surprise at not behold
ing the sinner there.
who, daddy?'' said Chris, with a
beaming face and with an eye which
said she well knew who that anoint-
ed sinner was
why, that wandering sheep, Roddie
Jeans-poor lad met him when L
was takin' the lambs up yonder, an
sent him down to see you. I've been
siastes, an my carts gone out to
him.
.Roddie Jeans?' cried Chris, the joy
within her at her fathers words we'll
ing up to her eyes @'Oi he's gone,
feyther; he didna come in
Gomez" said Farmer Urbane with
undisguised disappointment Gone.
Sent empty away, Chris?"
q hadna quite dressed myself dad
dy," faltered Chris when the morning
meal was half over, f.an'-an'-I didna
know as ye would hev liked me to ask
him in
'.I was hungered an ye gave me
meat. I was thirsty an We gave me
drink responded Farmer Urbane re-
curing to the text represented on the
stained glass window in Lynton
church., and without looking up from
| find the wearyfu1 sinner on the red
ridge yon an bring him into his old
fold He'll come for your askin'-''
Never a was word spoken, but that
was enough for Chris.
In the evening of the day, between
the hours of six and seven, when the
g1imm ering meads were losing thei1
shape and color and mist was rising
up out Of the coomb like a huge dome
ascending TO the sky, the futter of a
red frock was seen upon the coomt
/ ridge, lowering fiat against the lighter
northern sky, by the eyes of Farm Ell
Urbane, who was standing against 2
Goblin tree in his orchard, watching
the dying day and waiting for the com
/ ing of his daughter.
/ zone figure only,'' he murmured to
/ himself in a low voice; then, 1.-THE
; wayfarer hanna come
/ The figure moved from the ridge and
/ left a background of gray Sky growing
DINNER and DINNER. A little white
= speck Osci1lating in the ravine 1.-THE
! white feather in Chris hat, and the
/ gentle crush OF the hard earth beneath
| a light foot, were signs of his daugh
I ter's approach to the waiting farmer
He lima there, daddy fa1teret
| Chris, in voice more futy than it.
| wont, as she passed through the orch
! ard gate and brought her dainty per
/ son up to the Goblin tree. HE ham;
| been there all day, not since afore 81,
this morning; SO man teI1ed me a
/ one O. the swings I've been search
| ing the streets O. Brookington. an
| Gamma find him; an, o, daddy dear
! I'm SO sorry I didna ask him in tTi
| morning, or-for-I-EIove him eve
| SO much. an 1 hanna been quite kin,
to him lately somehow
| She dropped her pretty head o.
| Farmer Urbane's breast and sobbe
again under his great gray beard
| .sHe's-cut-up = over-Chris,-an-
cause -he-inna-m oney-ft-to-asl
-y@to-1et-him- hev-me,-poor-
1addie- An'-he-pIayed-'
Left Behind = Me'-to-me-t
morning He-hev-1eft-me-
-him-now, that's trewth-''
Donna fret, lassie, bird" sal
Farmer Urbane. c1asping his grea
arms around her caressing1y, and OF
| fering her such rugged, honest comfo1
| as he had to give. He'll be like tn
| cony-he'I come back to the p1ac
where he was kindIed- Let's go IL
Chrissie. It's gettin' mortal chill az
| you're as hot as a roasted crab. Ye,
| be heysa' a cold If We dinna mind,
| The eve21ng drew on with inexorab
certainty, ana ~ith it the dimness as
sumed several sleeper shades, unit
| darkness SO compisss settled dow
upon the coomb that, seen from tn
northern ridge, that potion of tn
| landscape looked like blas.x shape
| less space pinched out of the z.ar {
l Nature.
As Chris leant out of her windes
high up the red brick wall somewhs