The Hardin tribune-herald., 1935-03-08

asked him, just to keep the conversa-
ton going, if any Stranger woman had
been seen, but he had heard of none,
nor could he, for there never was one.
OF course, could not go for walk
on the Sabbath day. but as was leav-
ing for Branders on the Monday I got
up betimes to have a last wander in
the glen. did not specially want to
do this, and prefer to put it that the
fillip came from the Adam had been
It soon became very hot, though there
was nip in the air at first, and I
made the mistake of wearing the old
topcoat.
sat for a time by the pond, where
the reflection from the Grand House
is still to be seen, but it is somewhat
spoilt by small windmill having been
erected close by to provide the breeze
in which. it's said, the trout rise best
I am told this was Posty's contrivance
to make things easy for the English.
I thought with little respect of the
Jacobites and the AS, and a dog that
may have been of different opinion
drove me away. went on to the bield
but nothing is left of it now except the
little pile of stones I stood looking
at them for long time and felt sure
she was not there. went to Joanna'S
sheiling, though knew she was gone
and found it gone. too. I just went
because was sure that Joanna's visitor
had been my visitor; and so it brought
us together. I liked to mind the Ro-
mans bonny act in making a pig of
herself to heat the cold body of JOAN
ma. I wished she had been given
chance to do this. She would have
| done it if she could. I went tU the
Eagles Rock, and it looked the more
, lonesome because there was a scarf of
rime hiding the Logan Stone. When
the rimc drifted thought could see
the stone moving.
| I left my visit to the burn to the
] end. There is now swinging bridge
for the convenience of churchgoers in
the back-end of the year; but, though
little more than wimple of water was
running at present and sometimes COM
ing to a standstill. I found the exact
bend in the burn where dropped her,
if she had been there to drop. stood
unruffled. keeping an iron grip on my
self, my mind so rid of the old fash that
I marvelled at my calm. 1t was not so,
however, with my topcoat, which I
found becoming clammy cold, as if re-
l calling another time by the burn and
| feeling we were again too near for SAT-
ETY.. You might have said it tugged
at me to come away.
kept calm, but the young Adam in
me must have had the upper hand, for,
! looking back, see it was to him rather
than to me it happened. He thought
he had catched into his arms some
thing padding by. whose husky voice
said adam" lovingly, the while her
glamorous face snuggled into his neck,
the way a fiddle does. Next moment
he gave a cry because he thought he
was running with blood and even had
a striking till I tried my throat with
my handkerchief. had the upper hand
! again. Whatever it was that had been
there was gone now; and I hurried
away myself. 1t must just have been
/ the padding sound that made me think
of the Spectrum.
I stayed the night at Branders with
DR.. John, to whom I told everything
Just except that One sees how little sig
nificance either of us now gave to what
had been perturbing at the time. that
we could banter each other over his
toddy about the old dead-and-done af-
fair. It was as if the two of us, the
one ancient and the other getting on
had got rid of young Adam for the
nonce and could play with any way.
ward solutions that chanced to strike
4 a spark.
DR.. John said in his dry way that