Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1902-06-26

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 I was looking down
once more upon the eager. coal grimed
faces in the rude little church in Black
Rock. I was brought back to find my.
self swallowing hard by an audible
whisper from wee lassie to her moth.
err:
"Mitherl See till yon man. He's
greetin'."
When 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:
There's 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 jewellers Of the Cowgate
The res. Of that evening is hazy
enough to me now till find myself
opposite Mrs. Mavor at her fire, read
ing Graeme's letter. Then all Is vivid
again.
1 could not keep the truth from her
knew 1t would be folly to try. So
read straight on till l came to the
words: "He has had mountain fever
whatever that may be, and he will not
pull up again. If l can, shall take
him home to my mother" when she
suddenly stretched out her hand. say
ing, "Oh, let me read" and l gave her
the letter. In minute she had read
It and began almost breathlessly:
Listen. My life is much changed.
My mother-in-law is gone. She needs
me no longer. My solicitor tells me,
too, that. owing to unfortunate invest
ments, there is need OF money, so
great need that 1t is possible that ell
Their the estates or the works must 60.
My cousin has his all in the works
iron works, you know. 1t would be
wrong to have him suffer. l shall
Nve up the estates. That is best"
She paused.
And come with me-" cried.
"When do you sail?"
Next week." l answered eagerly.
She looked at me a few moments,
and into her eyes there came light
soft and tender as she said:
II shall 40 with YOU"
And so she did, and no old Roman in
all the glory Of a triumph carried a
prouder heart than as bore her and
her little one from the train to
Graemes carriage, crying:
1--WE got Herr
But his was the better sense, for he
stood waving his hat and shouting,
Hes all right" at which Mrs. Mavor
grew white. but when she shook hands
with him the red was in her cheek
again.
ut was the cable did It," went on
Graeme. "Connor's great doctor.
His first case will make him famous,
Good prescription-after mountain fe
yer try n cablegram!"
And the red grew deeper in the beau
tiful face beside US.
Never did the country look so love-
ly. The woods were in their gayest
autumn dress; the brown fields were
bathed IN a purple haze; the air was
sweet and fresh with 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 golden leaves.
Let them go!' l cried as Graeme
paused to take In the view, and down
the sloping dusty road we few on the
dead run.
Reminds one little Of Abe'f
curves" said Graeme as we drew uI
at the gate. but l answered him not
for l was introducing to each other
the best two women in the world As
l 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 l amp
quite true" said draeme solemnly
'Where is he?" asked.
"At this present moment?" he asked
in shocked voice. "Why, Conner, yol
surprise me!'
"Oh, see"
EYES," be went on gravely; you ma.
trust my mother to be discreetly at
tending to her domestic duties. She 1!
a great woman, my mother"
had no doubt Of 1t. for at that mo
ment she came out to US with LITTLE
Marjorie in her arms.
You have shown Mrs. Mavor to hel
room, mother, hope" said Graeme
but she only smiled and said:
run away with your horses you sill
ly boy" at which he solemnly shool
his head. "Ah, mother, you are deep
Who would have thought 1t Of you?"
That evening the manse Overhowet
with joy. and the days that followed
were like dreams set to sweet music.
But for sheer wild delight nothing IL
my memory can quite come up to tn,
demonstration organized by Graeme
with assistance from Nixon. Shaw
Sandy, Abe, Geordie and Baptiste, il
honor Of the arrival in camp of Mr.. an(
Mrs. Craig, and in my opinion 1t added
something to the occasion that after al