Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-03-05

remembered so well carrying Sandy over
the wet stepping stones-poo Sandy,
who had always been so helpless. The
boy had been used to think of his little
dead brother with sort of plying re-
gret. 1t was awfully hard on Sandy dy-
ing before he had had any fun ont of
fife. But now--now was Sandy. lying
in his pasSionless sleep in the kirkyard.
the one to be pitied? Did life hold much
future good for him, the boy who had
broken his promise. and would
have to leave the regiment? His hand,
slipped unconsciously into his coat pocket,
came in contact with something cold and
hard. Jock remembered. to his surprise,
that he had snatched MP in his hurry OF
departure the first coat his servant hud
offered When h. had last worn it he
had been practicing with a revolver. i
new toy, with brother officer. ills fin
gers closed over it now The boy drew
in quick deep breath
My God" ne said sharply, mot that!'
He walked on trifle quicker The
evening was closing in, with white mists
rolling up in fields over the distant hill
Glendoche was almost in sight now.
When the boy comes home'
The words were again on the lips of
the household at Glendochie. with a wish
That was an unbreathed prager There
was small hope that he would be in time
now. Katherine, bending her fair young
head down to the pillow. caught the
whispered words, Tell him his mother
knew and understood @" But
katherine understood nothing.
The boy could see Glendochie now
from the top OF the hill. He scanned the
windows, eagerly watching for the
dreaded sigh, then breathed again more
freely. Yes. he was II time From be
hind the house the sun shot its red diving
rays onto the still pool in front In which
Jock and Sandy had once fallen. to be
rescued only to receive a severe whip
ping from frightened, as well as angry
father TO Sandy, the shorn lamb. the
logging had Deen mercituliy tempered.
but Jock could remember it TO this day
He had always feared his father, not
realizing the latent kindness beneath a
sour Scotch exterior No, he would
never have come home now. except for
his mother. He gazed down at Glen
dochie as he descended tie hill.
Surely it was very early to shut up
and draw down the blinds as they were
doing now upstairs and downstairs, too?
The boy looked and understood.
His hand went into his pocket again. He
started violently. OF course it was his
Imagination; but he fancied he had heard
his name spoken softly by his side.
"Jock!'
He went down as far as the edge of
the pool and he leant over. There was
splash, and something cold and hard
sank to the bottom. The boy looked at
Glendochie again. He could not face his
father tonight 1t would be better
to go back and see the colonel, and
then, if possible, come home. He only
glanced back at the old white house once
more, then he walked slowly up the hill
again in the direction of the station. i he
mist was coming down in great white
folds now.
1t was not until two days later they
found him He must have missed his
footing and fallen over the steep hill
side in the mist The river ran just
below They bore the boy gently home
and laid him beside his mother The
colonel when he heard of the accident,
behaved-so thought some of the mess
in an unaccountable manner. OF course,
they were mistaken; but the words that
fell from his lips had sounded like
Thank God!''-Hon. Mary Cavendish in
Black and White.