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tell me whaur I cm! get the len’ o' for­
ty |H>und tlx- rnoru'« moruiu’.”
"l'urty jiuund!”
"Mphm! D'ye ken anybody wha wud
•i»k line questions ail' pit the money tn
ma liuttu fur uboot three month?"
"Are ye seious. Mistress Wallace F’
“Ai e. I'm serious. Malster Ogilvy.”
Tie grocer fixes! his eves on a tin sf
sardines anil slowly said. “Aweel. I
may say I ken the person ye're splerin'
about exac'ly.”
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"Would you?"
■1TT1.E WAUMTIl ANU A Bl AZE.
"Mr. Houston bus no idea of our llt-
“You said three mouths, Mr. Dub-
'ME in to your tea, Davie!"
•le secret?" he continued. "You ure
called Jess from Hie door of
juite certain be suspects nothing? It's bie."
"Did 1?“
tile cottage,
ust as well, fur he might take it badly
"Oh. you—you"—
"I'm Jist cornin',” replied
If be knew."
He. knowing the situation was his. Iter lii sbat'd. who was bending over a
"There's nothing wrong!” she gasped.
"Oh. no," be «nswereil lightly, "noth­ advanced toward her. saying politely. plot under the wall.
"But you said you wen- coming half
ing seriously wrong. Still, you know, a "Kindly open the dour."
She turn- 1 the key mechanically.
an buur ago."
man doesn't like to find out that be is
“Till t> s day week." he said pleas­
"Did I?" said David, grubbing in the
In-lug managed. You understand? And.
as you told me. you are very anxious antly ar fie passed into the lobby. "Hel­ earth. "D ye like sweet peas, Jess?”
"Yes. but I don't like old tea and cold
to manage Mr. Houston's affairs with­ lo!"
“Undo yersel'." »aid the aggrieved ¡uttered toast." his wife returned lm
out his knowing what is going on.
it's a pretty idea, but apt to lead to voice of Mrs. Wallace, who had just patiently, "t'ouie, Davie."
"I'll be In the Loose tu twa ticks,
.rouble. A woman can take too much come from Wie kitchen, having entered
ipon herself. Even an Incapable man by the back door. "Whit's ado? Wha's lass Dlnna fash yersel’. The war!’«
lids?"
io' coinin' to an end.”
baa Lis dignity."
"It's all right. Aunt Wallace," Mid
"My patience is, David."
“I—I don't understand." For the mo­
"N.ie tears. I ken yer patience bet­
nent she felt that she had taken too '3«a, trying to steady her voice as she-
followed her unwelcome visitor from el- nor that. .Hat think o’ the sltow o'
much upon herself.
sweet peas ye ll ha’e in July, Jess, an
"Well. I'll put it plainly, Mrs Hous­ the parlor.
"Gulilsake. lassie, ye luk as if ye I'll let ye pa m mouy o' them as yu
ton,” la- snid. rising slowly and turning
lis back to the tire. "Suppose some one !iad beeu soein' a glialst! Wlm's tills?" like, an' welcome, dearie,”
“But can't you finish planting them
old Mr. Houston that his wife knew Mrs. WalL-j e demanded in a loud whis­
lis financial position pardon the long per. pointing to Mr. Bobbie, who was liter you've bad your tea, DavloT' sho
•truggling with the patent lock ou the asked, partly appeased.
■ ords -and concealed it from him.”
door.
'Disd. I never tlioclit o' that. Of
“Ob!”
"Ob. never mind, aunt; never mind.” coorse 1 can." And l'uvtd Houston
"Suppose some one told him that his
wife was treating him like a child. murmurisl her ulece, ready to collapse. l-o.-e and followed his wife into the cot­
Mrs. Wallace looked sharply at Jess tage. ■ I'm vexed for keepin* ye wait­
Would he like it? Would be appreciate
"Is he a ireen o' yours?" she asked in’. Jess," he said ns he joined her In
¡er self sacrifice T'
the kitchen. "I doot 1 while« forget
"But no one knows but you. I hail to lUlekly. "is lx- a freen o’ Davie's?"
"No, no!" said tlie young woman things."
ell you. Mr. liobliie. You were so
And, and 1 was desperate that day. wildly.
"Oh. never mind. It doesn't matter,"
"81c livin' the case, he’s tiao freen she said coldly.
.tut nobody knows but you about Da-
rid.” Speaking her husband's uame j’ mines." muttered Mrs. Wallace.
"Are ye angry wl’ me, Jess?” h«
seemed to strengthen, her. She looked "Young man." she suddenly roared, asked anxiously.
"quit spilin' the «neck o' that door an'
ilm straight in the face.
"Angry ? Why should I be angry?"
He hesitated, but only for an instant. : cy utter.Him to me.”
"I 1 thocl.t ye wasna pleased at nt
“Confound this lock!" grunted Mr. somethin'," In- answered lamely. "Ye
"Nobody knows but myself, and no
<xly else need know,” he said deliWer- Hobble, with another wrench at the sec, 1 forget the time when I'm at mu
itely.
handle.
gulrt.i a. an’ "—
"Bud language 'll no’ help ye!" cried
Jess felt herself turning cold. Her
"You've been at the garden since T
mnd tightened on the back of the Mrs. Wallace.
o'clock this morning, David," she ob­
"Who's tlx* old party?’ he exclaimed served as she tilled his teacup. "Your
.ngrily. turning to Jess.
breakfast was cold before you came to
“Auld pulrty!" the aunt almost It, and so was your dinner.'’
-.bricked, “i'll auld pairty ye, ye tai­
"I dldtia tin' onythin' wraug wl’ ei­
lor’s dummy, ye penny masher, ye"—
ther o' them," he returned pleasantly.
“Aunt, aunt!" protested Mrs. IIous-
Ye're a clever yin at the cookin’,” he
on.
added admiringly.
"Haud yer tongue, lassie! I'm jist
Jess looked ns if she had not beurd
eginnln'! Whit has the man stolen, him. It v, as the local spring holiday,
less?”
a l s'.ie I. . 1 ma le special efforts with
“Oh, nothing, nothing!”
.he homely meals, each one of which
"I'm glad t i Lear ye patched him in aid been spoiled through her hus-
time, but 1'11 pit the polls on bls track nind's lute appearance al table. Still
onywey. Weel. Maistcr Burgulnr. whit
lie h: 1 kept Ik-r temper »o far.
ha’e ye got to say fur yersel’, eh?’
"I'm s. ' -i' ye'r - a clever yin nt the
White with wrath, the glass mer­ ■•o< ¡hi', J s. •• ].e repeated.
chant turned on her. "Show me how
"I'm gl.-id you th!- so.”
to open thi» cursed door, or"—
Tl.e b .
voice W"« something
"Whisht, man! Ye’re bad enough n-w to David, and he paused In con-
wl’oot sweerfn’."
i iin. !i ,.f . .!;.<• of toast to his
"Aunt 'Wallace, for my sake let hint .»OUth i. i i siure^ at her.
go,” whispered Jess.
Avoiding l;!s gaze, she played with
"Let him gang? Nae fonrs. Walt till her sp ■ n in a:i a'isont minded fashion.
Davie comes hatne. an' he'll mak' col­
"Whit's wrung, lass?”
lops o* this brnw bit o' mankind. I’m
“Nothing.”
no’ feart fur him. I'll stall him wi' ma
"But ye’re no' tai.in' yer tea. Are ye
umbrella us shin ns luk at'blm."
no' weel?”
Tlie enraged man spoke aguin. "Do
“Oh, be quiet!”
you know who I am?” he ruared.
"Hut I ilinna like to see ye no' enjoy­
"Wha said Mrs. Wallace.
in’ yer tea."
“My name is Dobble.”
"Do
¡¡oilier. Goon with your own
‘'I'm nuiir curious to ken whit yer tea and get back to your garden.”
Gootiby
nmr- rr— yfn. Houtton," natur' U."
Mr. llou-ton, with muny uu uncom­
he »aid.
“And I'll tell you now that Mrs. fort a lie glance at Ills wife, who, in
chair she had been holding during the Houston has foolishly compromised spite of bis efforts, refused t« be drawn
paHt five minutes. “Why—why do you herself"—
into eon • ■-•sati in. contlnui-d Ills inenl,
say that?” she asked in a whisper.
“Whit?" For a brief space the elder­ with hardly his iisnnl hearty appetite,
lie smiled. “Did it frighten you— ly woman hesitated. Then she strode but with nn obvious desire to show her
Jessie?”
forward and struck him over the head that be appreciated the buttered toast.
"How dare youF' she exclaimed.
with her umbrella, splitting his felt hat
"I think I'll ha'c n.smoke noo," he
Still smiling, he took a step forward. and crushing it over bls eyes. “That's remarked lmmedl
lie had finished,
"Don’t move!" she cried, gripping the yin fur you!" she cried.
and wits surprised^lu-n his wife, con­
back of the chair with both banda.
At that moment be succeeded in trary to custom, failed to rise to fetch
“Don’t be alarmed, my dear girl. I opening the door.
him 'his bouse pit»- from the man'jsl
shan't move. 1 wouldn't spoil the pl«--
"Mr. David Houston will go bank­ piece.
ture you make on any account. Hut I rupt for this!” he yelled. “I'll show
After a short perils! of waiting he
want to talk to yon. Why are you an­ him no mercy!"
drew his wooden pljx- from Ids pocket
gry? Let’s lie friends. Eh?”
"A h ' ye'll get nane cither!” cried Mrs.
The look of contempt on her white Wallace, making a dash at him. “Yin! and proceeded to till it.
Jt -s rose anil began to clear away
face --tung him to the quick.
Twa! Three! Power!" And she rush
"Then 1'11 leave you In the men.-itime, ed down the garden path after him. be­ the dishes, a thing she usually delayed
doing until David had enjoyed a ten
but this day week you'll come to my
laboring him with her umbrella Uli It minute smoke.
office and persuade me to make It up.” broke at
tlx- handle. It was an utter
"Aren't you going to finish planting
he said harshly. "Won't yon?" he ask­ rout, so fur nu Mr. Bobbie was con-
your seeds?" she inquired abruptly, ad.
ed. with a sudden chauge of tone. cerned.
dressing the teapot in her hand.
Won't you?" he repente<L this time I d
“I doot I’ve been whit the gentry ca
"I was thlnkln' I wud wait till ye
the appealing notes of a lover.
vulgar." «he panted to herself as she was ready to come oot to the gnirden.
Jess made no sound.
returned to the cottage.
It’s fine nn’ warm the nicht. ’
"Why not?” he inquired softly.
She found h< r niece on the verge of
"I don't think I'll come out tonight.
no
She remained siletit. and he could
ftiiptlng and made speed to soothe and I’ve other things to do. Don't wait,”
longer endure her «-yes u|sm him.
comfort her both physli-nlly and men­ she said, with her back to him.
- -odby Just now - i Mrs. Houi-
tally.
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"What are ye busy aboot the nicht.
ton," he Mid. taking bls lint and gloves
"Jess, ma dear." «be said when the
from the table. "I hope we'll have a young woman had somewhat recov­ Jess?”
“A lot of things.”
plea »Anter r' . ♦ t tl-'s duy week. At ered, "I doot ye'll ha’e to trust yer auld
Houston got up, put on bls cap and
what hour 1. v I
pect you? What auntie. Ye canna dae everythin’ yer-
moved toward the door. "Dome oot if
on earth are you «lotng?’
sel'. Nobody can. Dlnna mak' a lang
Jess, still bolding the chair, had story .ilx-ot It tint jl»t tel! me whit I ye can.” he said kindly. “I’m gaun to
gl'e ye a great show o' sweet peas for
slipped back to the door and turned th« can dae to help ye.”
the summer.”
key.
She made no reply, and on the
"So you don’t want me to go yetF’
"I ken ye've done yer best." said threshold he halted and turned. “Wad
said Mr. Bobbie, with an uncomforta­
Mrs. Wallace a little later. "An’ ye’ll ye no’ try a—•—a ptU, (loarte?* h«
ble laugh.
dae fietter yet. lass," she added. “I’ll asked, with the utiDOft bofltÎMtlon and
M rs. Houston moistened her dry lipa.
keep It a secret to please ye, but I'm diffidence
"You must wait till Dav,d come«
feart ye're tnkln' ower big a reeponsi
home," she said quietly.
The color ru«hed to Mrs. Hou«ton’«
For the moment her word» literally beelity.”
face, and her eyes sparkled. She
t<- k hl« breath aw«y. but only for the
"But It's only a few months now. stjmped her foot. "David Houaton.”
moment. “Are you mad?” be demand­ Argil Wallace." Je»« pleaded. “I was «lie < ried. "will you go to your garden
ed.
You'll make me lose my sb-amer, so proud tu th.uk I could put David’s whei^ ’ ask you'?’
and it’« the la«t tonight”
affairs right without troubling him. I
“But, Jess"— he began. .
I
She paid no attention.
couldn't beiir to give In now."
tA pl >t.- idlpp<-<l from her hands and
"I was only joking. Mrs. Houston,
"Weel. weel, a wlllfu' wumman 'll ksmasbed to p.ecea on the bottom of the
e made me feel an awfi il usa." be ha’e her sin wey. But mind an’ truM I «ink. "See what you've made me do!"
Tc
said presently, trying to lat igb. “Let me. I ha’ena tLe ready money ye pei-d. ' she exclaimed.
us part In peace, as the hy n My«.”
but I'll get it fur ye the mom, as' ye'll
"Och, never heed aboot the >li»h.
II r face, if anything, gr-w more de­ pey off Bobbie, no' furgettiu* to keep law." David st n Ku me red at last. I-l
ten ine«!. "You must wait. Mr. Dob- back th« prli <- o' ma gubl umbrella. wl«h ye wud tell me what'« troublin'
bie, tlll I have explained matters to Au' y« can pey back the money wlier, y«-"
Mr. Houston.
ye cun. An l »» I'm / um to help > •'
"I win
You Inten« to tel
ythlng
get Devi«'- ti ! ready, an' y<- maun Ì
‘Everythin
gang eariy to ! --d t!>e nktit an' ha’e a
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if
-u wish to mak»- your husband a f-ed Into the
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nkrupt. Mr«. Houston?"
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