The Connecticut labor press., 1920-08-21
CHAPTER Vl-Continued.

"What think ye of that, Martha ?" said he. 1/
 You've sold the two black tups after Sall?"
 "No,\ but it's a months pay for board and lodging from Jocks friend and as much to come every four weeks"
 But my mother shook her head when she heard it., Two pounds a week is overmuch,"' Said she. And it is not when the poor gentleman is in distress that we should put such a price on his bit of food.'
 "Why, woman, he's turned your head vii his foreign trick of speech, ;" cried my father.
 Aye, and it would be good thing if Scottish men had little more of that kindly way" she said, and that was the first time in all my life that I had ever heard her answer him back.
 Our visitor came down soon, and asked me to come out with him. When we were in the sunshine he held out little cross made of red stones, one of the boBniest things that ever l had set eyes upon.
 'These are rubies," said he, "and I got it at Tudela, in Spain. pray that you will take this as memory of your exceeding kindness to me yesterday. It will fashion into a pin for your cravat."
 I could but thank him for the pres ent, which was of more value than anything had ever owned in my life
 "I am off to the upper muir to count the lambs," said l.. Maybe you would care to come up with me and see something of the country?"
 He hesitated for a moment, and then he shook his head.
 q have some letters," he said (which I ought to write as soon as possible. I think that I will stay at quiet this morning and get them writ ten"
 All forenoon was wandering over the links, and when I got back he cooked as though he had been born and bred in the stealing. He sat in the big wooden-armed single chair. with the black cat on his knee. His arms were out, and he held a skein of worsted from hand to hand, which my mother was busily rolling into a ball. Cousin Edie was sitting near, and could see by her eyes that she had been crying.
 "Hullo! Edie," said I; whats the trouble?"
 "Ah! mademoiselle, like all good and true women, has a soft heart" said he; 'I didn't thought 1t would have moved her, or I should have been si- lent. I have been talking of the suf- fering of some troops of which knew something, when they were crossing the Guadarama mountains in the win ter of 1908. An, yes, it was very bad, for they were fine men and fine horses. It is strange to see men blown by the wind over the precipices, but the ground was so slippy, and there was nothing to which they could hold. So companies all linked arms, and they did better in that fashion but one ar tilleryman's hand came off as I held it, for he had had the frost bite for three days.'
 stood staring, with my mouth open.
 And the old grenadiers, too, who
 
 they could not keep up; and yet if they fingered the peasants would catch them and cruelty them to the barn doors with their feet up and a fire under their heads, which was pity for these fine old soldiers. So when they could go no farther it was interesting to see what they would do For they would sit down and say their prayers, sitting on an old saddle, or their 'knapsacks, maybe, and then take off their boot and stocking, and lean their chin on the barrel of their mus ket Then they would put their toe on the trigger, and pouf! it was all over, and there was no more march ing for those fine old grenadiers. Oh! it was very rough work up there on the Guadarama mountains"
 "And what army was this? ?" asked
 "Oh I have served in so many ar- mics that I mix them up sometimes. Yes, I have seen much of war. But