The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1902-11-19

faces. Do not the kindly, gentle
churchgoing folk Of the crescents and
the gardens see them in their dreams,
or are their dreams too heavenly for
these ghastly faces to appear?
cannot recall the programme of the
evening, but in my memory gallery is
vivid picture Of that face, sweet,
sad, beautiful, alight with the deep
glow Of her eyes, as she stood and sang
to that dingy crowd. AS sat upon the
window ledge listening to the voice
with its flowing song my thoughts were
far away, and was looking down
once more upon the eager, coal grimed
faces in the rude little church in Black
Rock. 7 was brought back to find my
self swallowing hard by an audible
whisper from wee lassie to her moth
er:
"Mither! See till yon man. He's
greetin'."
When l came to myself, she was
singing The Land o the Leal," the
Scotch Jerusalem, the Golden" i'm
mortal, perfect. 1t needed experience
Of the hunger haunted Cowgate closes,
chill with the black mist Of an eastern
haar, to feel the full bliss Of the vision
Of the words:
"Theres nae sorrow there, Jean:
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean;
The day is aye fair in
The Land O. the Leal."
A land of fair, warm days, untouched
by sorrow and care, would be heaven
indeed to the dwellers Of the Cowgate-
The rest of that evening is hazy
enough to me now till I find myself
opposite Mrs. .Mavor at her fire, read
ing Graeme's letter. Then all is vivid
again.
I could not keep the truth from her
1 knew it would be folly to try. So l
read straight on till I came to the
words: "He has had mountain fever,
whatever that may be, and he will not
pull up again. If l can, I shall take
him home to my mother" when she.
suddenly stretched out her hand, say
ing, "Oh, let me readr' and gave her
the letter. In minute she had read
it and began almost hreathlessly:
Listen. Ny life is much changed.
NV mother-in-law is gone. She needs
me no longer. Ny solicitor tells me,
too, that. owing to unfortunate invest
ments, there is need OF money, so
great need that it is possible that Ell
ther the estates or the works must go.
Ny cousin has bis alrin the works
iron works, you know. It would be
wrong to have him suffer. I shall
give up the estates, That is best"
She paused.
"And come viii mer' cried.
''When do you sail?''
"NeXt week." 7 answered eagerly.
She looked at me few moments,
and into her eyes there came a light
soft and tender as she said:
II shall go with YOU
And 50 she did, and no old Ro. . l.
all the glory Of triumph carried a
prouder heart than as bore her and
her little one from the train. to
Graeme's carriage, crying:
''I'ye got her!''
But his was the better sense, for he
stood waving his hat and shouting,
"He's all right" at which Mrs. Mavor
grew white, but when she shook hands
with him the red was in her cheek
again.
'Tt was the cable did it," went on
Graenle. "Connor's a great doctor.
His first case will make him famous.
Good prescription-after mountain fc-
yer try q cablegramw
And the red grew deeper in the beau
tiful face beside US.
Never did the country look so love-
". The woods were in their gayest
autumn dress; the brown fields We're
bathed in a purple haze; the air was
sweet and fresh with q suspicion of
the coming frosts Of winter. But in
spite Of all the road seemed long, and
it was as if hours had gone before our
eyes fell upon the white manse stand
ing among the gollen leaves.
LET them gor' I cried as Graeme
paused to take in the view, and down
the sloping dusty road we few on the
dead run.
Reminds one q little Of Abe's
curves" said Graeme as we drew up
at the gate, but l answered hia not,
for I was introducing to each other
the best two women in the world. AS
was about to rush into the house
Graeme seized me by the collar, say
ing:
Hold on, Conner! You forget your
place. You're next.''
why, certainly" cried, thankfully
enough. What an ass I am.'
"Quite true" said Graeme solemnly.
"Where is he:" asked.
"At this present momcnt?' he asked
in shocked voice. "Why, Connor, you
surprise me!'
, "Oh, I seer'
Yes" he went on gravely; "you may
trust my mother to be discreetly at
tending to her domestic duties. She IS
q great woman, my mother"
I. had 10 doubt Of it, for at that mo-
ment she came out to us with little
Marjorie in her arms.
You have shown Mrs. Mavoc to her
room, mother, I hope" said Gracme,
but she only smiled and said:
Run away with your horses, you sill