The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-28

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Ibuoyancy returned 20 her. She
Nepld get q letter from Jock by
tbs evenings post That VAS
something 70 live for.
At last n Vas evening. aud the
post bag arrived.
She had never received a love-
letter from him. His first letter
was to his wife.
She read it slowly. Love for
her kreathed through Il. but It
was q very sad letter.
Alister was dead. Jock had ar
rived in time to see him before
he died
"He was jast a wreck. and ne
hadn't penny In his pocket. The
only think he hadn't parted with
sas his tartan plaid. He asked
me To bur him sf GIenmoira. and
he said. When you row me up
the loch, Jock, wrap me in my
plaid. I've been a bad lot; bat
I've never sold the TARTAN
Angela's tears were falling so
fast that she could hardly see TO
read the last few words. They
were loving words to herself. He
hoped 20 be with her again very
soon He would have to make ar
engagements about the carrying
out of Alister's wish TO be buried
at Glenmoira. but he would not
delay his return a moment long
er than necessary.
Angela slept with her letter un-
der her pillow that night, and
Kissed IL at intervals during the
night watches.
Perhaps | will see him today :"
was her first waking thought; and
shortly after she had finished her
breakfast, Sheila appeared with
Telegram. She tore a open.
Expect me tomorrow evening
by post-gig"'
Tomorrow EVENING" She reread
the telegram. II had been sent
off the night before. IL was to-
day he was coming.
But even with this certainty of
Jocks return she could not be
quite happy. Her thoughts re-
turned again and again to Ais
ter, whom she had never seen,
and her feet unconsciously strayed
TO that spot in the garden from
which Burying Island was visible.
She remembered how, during
those days at Sheila's cottage,
when she had drawn Jock out TO
tell her of his people, one of the
first things he had described was
Burying Island-the little patch
of land out in the middle of the
loch were his ancestors for gen
erations back had been laid to
rest.
Angela had been deeply touched
over this Highland custom which
she thought almost as beautiful
as the hillside marriage.
Then her thoughts flew back to
her own marriage, and the happi-
Tess that had been hers since that
day; the long hours with Jock on
the moor, and lately on the loch
where many times they had
rowed out to Burying Island.
And now Aiister was coming
back ito be rowed up the loeh to
Burying Island" Her lips grew
white and a little sob caught I'm
her throat. Some day she and
Jock would be rowed up the loeh.
one of them to come back alonei
Here she turned and fled to the
house, where Sheila met her, ask
ing If dinner should be kept wait
ing until the masters arrival.
"Of course" Angela answered.
But the dinner hour passed and
there was no sound of welcome
wheels. Sheila tried to make her
eat, but Angela could not. So the
evening passed and at last she
sent Sheila to he'd.
Sheila was too wise to protest.
She went away, but not to sleep.
And Angela, after she had gone,
sat for a long time by the open
window.
eff something were to happeni"
she murmured to herself. 1T
could never tell him-never hear
him say that he forgave met" The
words seemed to be beating time
to the throbbing pain In her tenn
Piles.
Presently something seemed to
flash an intuitive message to her
brain. The next minute found her
seated in Jocks chair before the
writing-table, with a sheet of
paper spread out before her, and
a pen in her hand.
She wrote so rapidly that she
covered the four sheets OF the pa
per in an incredible short space
of time. The tears were running
down her cheeks, but she never
paused to wipe them away. Fin
alIv she threw down her men and