Omaha daily bee., 1903-05-03
CHAPTER XXXII.

the bedroom OF Monsieur and Madame
Montbellard and in the daytime the gen.
eral place Of meeting of the family, in
Guiding the visitors, four friends were as
sembled, talking over ways and means.
In the window seat, naturally a little apart,
sat Maurice Raith and Flower-o'-the- Corn.
The lovers spoke low, with clasped hands,
leaning one toward the other like shocks
of corn in a harvest field.
A sharp knock came to the door. Flower
o'-the-Corn sat up suddenly with immense
dignity. A blush vivid as a damask rose
flooded her cheeks. The distance between
herself and Maurice increased as imper-
ceptibly and mysteriously as that which
grows between the shore and a voyager
gazing over the parting vessels stern.
Upon Billy MarshalI's entrance Maurice
stood up with a quickly darkening brow.
What do you want here" he said, with
all the brusqueness of a lover whose tete-
A-tete has been interrupted.
The gypsy saluted with his own slow
self-respect, the true Galloway dourness,
which passes not away with the centuries,
and which strangers find so aggravating.
MASTER Maurice" he said, 81 hae bode
wi we as lang as Bet and me can bide. l
maun be back on the Rhonehouse braes by
the day of Keltonhill, and Bet maun gang
wi me. II We Wilma let us gang, we wulI
JulSI nae 10 TAX the ROAD WdnIlu your
honor's valued permission"
Billy" said Maurice, sternly, 'that is
not the way to speak to your superior off,
cert"
"Is't MOI" inquired Billy, as one who
asked for information. "Weel, that's a
peety, too, for it's cen the way l spak
to my cornell in the auld sax-an'twentieth.
An what's guild eneuch for him will haze
to do it's dooms best to serve for you!"
The sudden fervor of Billy's tones inter-
rupted the flow of controversial divinity
by the Preside.
Wherefore do you speak Of leaving this
haven of rest and peace?" demanded the
chaplain of Ardmiuan's regiment.
Eye may ask" said Billy, "and by the
Lord, Use no be slow in tellin' ye. Ye
are a learned mar they tell me. Did ye
never hear tell O. Keltonhill Fair in your
travels athwart the world?"
81 take it," said Mr.. Wildwood, ut is
your desire to depart out of this place in
order to be present at certain festivities in
your own native country OF Galloway"
"Dinna caa Keltonhill Fair a festeevity,
man, as If it war just a kind O. Englishy
Kirsmass Of a SAINTS day like what ye
mich see amang thae benichted haythen.
Man, there's mair nor ten thoosend men,
forbye weemen and BARNS, no to speak o.
common Eerish fowk there, and mair horses
than wad reach to Johnny Greats standing
head to tail-and to caa KeltonhilI a fes-
teevity! Then the drint, man, We Gamma
gang the first sax mile in ony direction
after the second day without sprachIin'
over drunk fowk at every third step. And
to caa that a festeevity!"
Patrick Wildwood rose to his feet and
lifted his right hand high in the air with
q solemn aspect.
81 am with you" he said; "I had thought
that ! was called to remain and speak unto
the people. But l see few in this place
sausages and mashed potatoes. Then he
confined himself entirely to mashed pota-
toes for a day, and was unhappy because OF
pain in his inside. Then he thought re-
g~retfully Of money thrown away in times
past.
There are few things more edifying
unto art than the actual belly pinch OF
hunger. and Dick, in his few walks abroad
he did not care for exercise; it raised
desires that could not be satisfed-found
himself dividing mankind into two classes
those who looked as II they might give
him something to eat, and those who
looked otherwise. L never knew what 1
had TO learn about the human race he
thought, and, as a reward for his humility,
Providence caused a cab driver at a sau-
sage shop where Dick fed that night to
leave half eaten a great chunk OF bread.
Dick took it-wOuld have fought all the
world for its possession-and it cheered
him.
The month dragged through at last,
and, nearly prancing with impotence, he
went to draw his money"
Women who have been on the verge of
starvation will not speak of IT,.
One woman who had been without food
for over a week was asked: How did
you feel?"
d not speak Of It," she replied. II