The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1914-01-02

many; he had been in the
colony four or five years and
was regarded, though wrongly, as a
permanent resident. He was an emf
nently cheerful soul: he played a fair
hand at whist: he had at times a NOR
dant tongue and was good at the re-
preston Of those who. in Ialmiste or
elsewhere. endeavOr to assert them
selves overmuch. and he had Il great
fund of information and anecdote by
means of which he could enliven the
dinner tables of the plain. honest
Scotch folk who mostly make up the
civil society of Palmiste.
1t was rumoreu that he wrote-no
one knew what: men who had lived
with him knew that he possessed. hid
den away in drawers. Il quantity Of
manuscript; that he had been known to
extract one now and then and to read it
for the benefit Of his friends; 50 that
when the lIews fell upon them that he,
too. was going, it was felt that his in
tcution was to 60 home in order to
publish those manuscripts or write
more.
The dinner languished, The talk was
two older ladies sad, Nirginie anxious
and restless. and Tom downcast. After
dinner the squire filled his glass and
gave his usual New Years toast,
"G%entlemen,' he said, Il drink to all
friends at home. Captain Terrier. l
drink the health of his lordship. Ma
jor, professor, McAndrew'-he bowed
to each in turn in his kindly and
courtly way-''to you and to yours,
here and at home, l wish a happy New
Year.
1T will be a strange New Year to
u.s. he went on. without our child.
Nirginie will 60, l suppose, by this next
mail; we send her to the keeping of
good hands; we trust-that is, we hope
that we shall have her back among
us in a year or two when she has
shaken off the rustic ways of Palmiste
and learned the talk of Mayfair. But
we are not afraid. Our Eirginie will
not forget her old friends, and for host
age we keep Nine. Terrier with u.s.
Virginie, who sat on her guardians
left. seized his hand and kissed it. with
tears.
LAS for you. professor" went IN the
old planter, cts a d~isgraceful thing
that you can't stay with us. You've
got enough to live upon. What does q
bookman want more? You know the
foolishness of fighting. Here is a ha.
ven Of rest, and you must needs &c
back to wrangle among the literary
men Of London. For shame, sir; fol
shame! Haven't we been kind t
you?
From all voices, except the two Off
GERS, there came a chorus:
"Haven't we been kind enough tt
you. professor"
"Hech, mon!' This was the expos
tulation of Sandy McAndrew. He fel
at the moment that after the man!
hundreds of sherry and bitters, cups
OF cold tea. brandy and sodas and Yer
mouths taken by the professor in thu
room over his Office it was ungratefu
in him to 60. There needed no words
"Come with me. Nirginie." said Ton
when he could get speech Of her. Sh'
went out with him into the night, look
ing like a white ghost upon the darl
lawn.
~ want to say something to you
dear" said Tom, "before you so. Ma!
I say it tonight"
"Yes, Tom. Say what you pleas
and all you please"
at is this. Virginie. You are goin.
to leave US. That is quite right. 70,
have rich friends in England whom
you ought to e l always though
that you would go some day. And 20,
are rich yourself. My dear, we hav'