The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-02-15
Farewell Miss Julie Logan "A wae, r%9 By :. M. Barrie

Julie Los
treat to me now, though formerly wnen
I had company an irritation to see ner
friendly foot keeping the study 200
open. I sit up here reading and nouo-
ing, or I go out and shovel, though al
I shovel away, and more, may be oack
by morning.
OF an evening Posty sometimes SIRIUS
up and down in front Of the FIVE
Houses, playing on his pipes. I can Just
see him passing and repassing a
glints of light like a pendulum. But
I can hear him from the manse, ana
still better from the burnside, If I slip
down to listen in the dark. On one I
those nights I got a dirl in the breast
of me. It was when I went back to the
manse after hearing him finish with a
merely amusing piece. MY Name It Is
Little Jock Elliott" The glen was IN
silence now, but as I opened the manse
door I heard my fiddle playing, M
Name It Is Little Jock Elliott" For q
moment I thought that Christiny-put
then I knew she must be bedded, n
she had no ear, and it was grandeur
playing than Posty's, though he IS a
kittle hand. I suppose I did not stand
still in my darkened passage for more
than half a minute, and when I struck
a match to get at a candle the music
stopped.
There is no denying that the stories
about the Spectrum fitted through me,
and it needed a shove from myself to
take me up the stair. OF course there
was nobody. I had come back with the
tune in my ears, or it was caused by
some vibrations in the air. I found my
fiddle in the locked press just as I
had left it, except that it must have
been leaning against the door, o 1t
fell into my arms a. I opened the
press, and I had the queer notion that
it chung to me. I could not compose
myself till I had gone through my
manse with the candle, and even after
that I let my fiddle sleep with me.
More reasonable thoughts came to me
in the morning al that it might DE
hard on an instrument never to be let
do the one thing it can do, and that.
maybe, like the fiddlers, they have a
swelling to cry out to rivals, II can
do better than that" Any enticement
I may have felt to take advantage of
this fancy and put the neck-rest be-
meath by chin again I suppressed, but I
let Posty know he could have the loan
of my instrument on condition that he
got it across the burn dry.
BY the smiths c%onnivance this was
accomplished in a cart. It is now my
fiddle Posty plays instead of his pipes,
which are not in much better condi-
ton than his velocipede and are re-
paired in a similar manner. I extract
ed just one promise from him, that he
would abstain from the baneful Jacob
tie lifts he was so fond of, but he
sometimes forgets OF excuses himself
across the burn by crying, "She likes
them fine, and she is ill to control
once she's off," It is pretty to hear
him in the cleaning, letting the songs
loose like pigeons.
I will now go and say goodnight to
the Old Lady, for though it is barely
9 o'clock we keep early hours in the
snow. This is a moment I to her
ingenuity. The Grand House, which
has, of course, a statelier name of its
own, is a steep climb from here, and is
at present inaccessible but it is WIS.,
ible, and at 9 o'clock she shoots her
blind up and down twice, and I reply
with mine. Hers, I am thankful to
say, is red, or the lamp behind it has a
red shade, and this shooting of the
blinds is our way Of saying goodnight.
There is a warmth about it when the
glen is so still that I am thinking you
could hear a whit-rit on the move.
Sometimes I stand by my window long
after hers is dark, and I have felt that
night was waiting, as it must have done
once, for the first day. It is the still
ness that is so terrible. If only some
thing would crackle the stiffness.
v. A STRANGER
Dec. 21-For the first time since the
glen was locked, DR.. John threw in"
as we say. this morning. He came
straight to the study, where he found
us at family exercise. I did not look
up from my knees, but Christilly whis-
pered to me. "Be Short" which I
daresay made me in consequence a
little longer. Yet I knew she would
not have taken such a liberty unless
there was something untoward with the
man, and though I found when I rose
that he was on his knees with us, I
saw that he had gone to sleep on them.
His face was so peaked that I sent
Christilly hurriedly for the bottle of
brandy that has lain in the manse un-
corked since I came here six months
ago, and as soon as he had partaken
she hauled off his boots and rushed
him into the lobby to scrape him. for
he wa getting on to the carpet. I saw
he wanted to be rid of her before COM
municating something b~y-ordinar to
me, and he took the best way to effect
this by saying in a sentence that he
had got through to Joanna Minch and
1t vas a girl and both were doing well;
w"hereupon Christilly was off to cry
the tidings across the burn.
He was nodding in his chair with