The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-08
A Scotch
Tale of Love

Three hours after ROddie Jeans had
faded away into giant ant in the
eyes of Christie be precise. at nine
o'clock that morning-Farmer Urbane
strobe into the porch Of his farmstead
to partake of the goodly breakfast
which his daughter had provided for
nina man with keen appetite Tor
well-cooked fare.
Thrusting his shaggy head around
the door-jamb, he peered furtfvefy IN
to the kitchen, where Chris, now in
the glory of a red frock and her hair
done up in neat coils at the back of
her head, sat waiting for him before
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
beaming face and with an eye which
! said she well knew who that anoint-
ed sinner" was.
why, that wandering sheep, Roddle
Jeans-poor lad. I met him when l
was takin' the lambs up yonder an
sent him down to see you. I've been
thinkin' about what's writ in Eccle-
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. 80! he's gone,
feyther; he didna come in
Cone" said Farmer Urbane, with
undisguised disappointment. Gone!
| Sent empty away, Chris?"
81 hadna quite dressed myself dad
dy," faltered Chris when the morning
meal was half over. "an'-an'-I didna
know as We would hev liked me to ask
him in"
Il was hungered an we gave me
meat. l 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
his plate. "Arter dinner, lass, goo an
find the wearyful 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
glimmering meads were losing their
shape and color and mist was rising
up out of the coomb like huge dome
red frock was seen upon the coomt
ridge, lowering fiat against the lighter
northern sky, by the eyes of Farmer
Urbane, who was standing against {
Goblin tree in his orchard, watching
the dying day and waiting for the com
ing of his daughter
Zone figure only" he murmured tt
himself in d low voice; then, 9TH.
wayfarer hanna come"
The figure moved from the ridge ant
; left background of gray sky growing
DINNER and DINNER. A little Whit
; speck oscillating in the ravine 9TH
| white feather in Chris hat, and tn
2 gentle crush of the hard earth beneatl
e a light foot, were signs of his daugh
= ter's approach to the waiting farmer.
e He lima there, daddy" faltere
e Chris, in voice more fiuty than it
t wont, as she passed through the orch
: ard gate and brought her dainty per
e son up to the Goblin tree. He ham
= been there all day, not since afore 81
q this morning; so a man telled me a
e one o the swings. I've been search
e ing the streets O. Brookington, an
e Gamma find him; an, o, daddy dea
e I'm so sorry l didna ask him in thi
d morning for-for-I-I-love him eve
S so much, an l hanna been quite kin
n to him lately somehow"
It She dropped her pretty head O
e Farmer Urbane's breast and sobbe
again under his great gray beard.
"He's-cut-up - over-Chris.-an'
cause -money-ft-to-as
i -ye-to-let-him - hev-me,-poor-
:. Iaddie. An'-he-played-'T he-Girl-
# I-Left-Behind - Me'-to-me-this-
> morning. observation-disclosures
: -him-now, that's trewth."
II Donna fret, lassie, bird" sa
= Farmer Urbane, clasping his gre;
= arms around her caressingly, and O
v fering her such rugged, honest comic
N as he had to give. Hell be like Il
ri cony-he'll come back to the pla
Nv where he was kindled. Let's go /
,r Chrissie. It's gettin' mortal chill, a
p you're as hot as a roasted crab. Ye
&c be hevin' cold if We dinna mind"
10 The evening drew on with ineXorab
Of certainty, and with it the dimness a
- sumed several deeper shades, uni
m darkness so complete settled dow
Of upon the coomb that, seen from Il
as northern ridge, that portion of t
ID landscape looked like a black, shap
al less space pinched out of the floor
no Nature.
ia AS Chris leant out of her windc
high up the red brick wall somewh