New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-10-02
BY THE LADY FRANCIS CECIL.
what Hills are yon? Yon pleasant Hills
That the sun shines sweetly or
20! those are the Hills Of Heaven. he SAID
Where YOU Will never win.


wildly against leaden sky. Not inviting pros
pect; yet Adam Moray he sat il his London
chambers holding the order Of release between MS
fingers hesitated to accepting it.
This invitation for months salmon fishing IN
Ross-shire quite other invitations. for 1t
from tenant to invite landlord to his own
home
Adam had succeeaed to GIenfIlan two years ago
his grandfath theirs death but, the will incui-
Gated that he was not to into possession till
he was twenty-seven (being now twenty-four). the
place had been let to Sir George Fairfax, who made
it, his chief abode Landlord and tenant were
"acquent." and Adam had stayed week in a
bachelor party at CflenhIlan without many panGs
bat now the kindly letter Jared. He was just back
from three months on the Riviera, looking after
his invalid mother. and there were tender reEi-
niscences in his mind Of golden suns setting and
silver rising. and olive trees and orange
groves. and of sweet songs sung by sweeter
voice. and Of q sweetest face. portrayed over
ard over again in his sketchbook He had no wish
to put these visions flight. and his gaze at the
bleak dreariness outside became dreamy and
mantle. till his strong common sense asserted
itself. advising him to arise and go to his native
land.
Fairfax is right enough. good old chap and the
sport should be ripping" he said TO himself he
closed his letter of acceptance. But 1 expect
that girl his is there now. and powers defend
from the average sporting lady. However Glen
fiian itself will console me for most things"
a fortnight later and the scene was changed to
violet hills and tawny bracken and russell heather
and wine dark birches. purple with almost burst
Ing buds. a cleaning river. whose banks
young sat smoking n meditative pipe, while
q girl beside him sent her line the stream
with the straight precision OF accomplished
fisher. Heavens! why had he noticed her
slim height before her graceful strength. her
Scotch brown hair brown with golden CLINT.
all curling in little tendrils over her forehead and
round her and down the nape Of her shapely
neck, her bluegray eyes. her wild cheeks, her
fine mouth "a trihe large with its Cupids bow
so well Defined? Heavens. again. what capable.
strong hands! what firm. elastic walk. what
line she threw! And II this of the outward and
bodily, what then Of the inward and spiritual
woman? What of the gentle steadfastness. the
tender courage. the unvarying uprightness, the
pitiful sympathy. all the feminine strength Of
character and grace of lovely soul-what Of these?
Before these he bowed the head and worshipped.
and then-away went the aforesaid visions of
sunsets and moonrises and orange flowers and
murmured songs and crayon setches-away they
went for ever. and day. and Adam Moray woke
to the fact that he was healthily and heartily in
love with Christina Fairfax.
Now. Adam Moray OF a masterful race;
moreover. he was in no way ashamed Of being IN
love and of showing it, Why, indeed, should he
be? Honest. rich, healthy. of good birth and pure
life. and of great possessions he knew himself meet
lover for any girl. ana he took no sort OF pains
to disguise what he felt and his admiration was
open and frank. Sir George knew it. the servants
o. q
some head every infection OF his voice showed
it. But nothing said; every one ignored the
fact as If it didn't exist. and fourteen lovely
thrilling halcyon days slipped away man and
maiden together by the river together on the moor
together upon the hills; yet there was no word OF
love- only joyous delight in each others COM
partnership.
The inevitable end came one perfect spring
evening when Christina, who for had spent
her day elsewhere. returning to an empty house.
bedrdden old stalker. AS she lifted the latch she
heard the even tones of some one reading aloud
and on going in 4ound Adam with the Bulk across
MS knees reading to his old servant. He took no
notice Of her entrance. finished his verses knelt
down by the bedside. and prayed a few words out
loud with the strong unconcern for what Others
thought which characterized him when he knew
he was doing the right, and, without speaking to
the girl. out.
Christina chatted to AuIa Willie for a lit
tie, and put the jeies and other dainties she had
brought within his reach but although the old man
thanked her with his usual courtesy it was plain Of
whom his heart was full
THE dear lad. he said over and over again .'the
dear lad-ike the old days"
Christina found Adam waiting for her a few yards
6 GOVT the hill he was lying against the side of the
aTJ sy5iis tnIo4sH ms glass at group of deer.
had to hneel down. while he held the glass across
dancing wildly into space, that She saw. for the
qaicK t4hrobong Of the honest heart beneath her
by side looking up to he rolling moultaine n,eIfin5
range AFTER range into long, harmonious lines all
"Yon Pleasant Hills" she rnurn1red
Adam repeated ''Yon Pleasant HiIIs-tbe hills of
turned suGde6, X 70 her may never win Then he
nght from the sunset that made his blue eyes so
luminous. Ihere IS something dearer than the
Pleasant Hills wish to Ein-rny heaven-yourseIf
GbEisttnas sweet face save back troubled look
Please don't say any more-no'--
Her words came in distressed disiointedness
e.
HIS crave question. his searching eyes. compelled
y don't know. I'm not certain"
Els, Is Ind he took one hand gently-'is it's /
a divine tenderness lighted up her ewes as sbo |
raised them to his and the wild rose flush in her
melted away She laid her hand upon his sbnIiidar
and spoke frankly and friendly.
been abroad long. but he is coming home in T,jn s
Then W sR6 Know 5Ie s 99f Of eye 9Ff CULVER Of
Will write to you just to ask you to come back
ton in her voice But if YOU hear nofbi1+ f,
me before august you will understand-you viii /
I shall understand" he answered very quietly
iayiEg his hand on hers as it rested on his shoulder
and this was how Adam Moray looked upon the |
PART H.
HOW ADAM LEARNED THE PLEASANT HILLS. |
WERE NOT FOR HIM
The July sun filtered in a tender flush Of 1
light through the awning of her rnor1frs- |
room window on Mrs. Moray's pretty, fraiI White !
fingers. she sat at her writing table read7r,ss /
three or four Letters 10 Adam, her son and 60 [
her falr old race faint rose Petal pink Since his
return IRON Gienhlian IN April he had steadfastly
kept her company in the quaint old do,var bo,,~a |
slunbering in the remotest part of N-crso1t- 80 I
not much had been said about his visit in ,bo
North. She mad endless questions to ask about tho
glen, the old servants. the farm. the cattle the |
crops. the doings evil and otherwise Of the factor
and he gar bTrrf ar- f7.Iae