“I beard It frae the factor hissel'. It chocked
was only fixed this mornln’. But 1
"Man. man. of courne I dinna mean
thocbt David tulcht ba'e got wind o’'t. there's onythin' wrang wl' her hert or
I supp se ye ll tell him when he comes her body either." said the other sharp
I fine?"
ly. "I mean that »he's aye fashln' her-
'IT. see. I wis thinkin' ye mieli* sel' an' vexin' heraei’ aboot David's af
fairs as weel ns her ain—no' but whit
tell him yereel’.”
“Me? Aw. Mistress Wallace! I’m she has a richt to ken aboot his affairs.
But noondays she's plenty o’ her ain to
no' the yin to break bad news. I c:r
na due it in a cheery enough style. M.i keep her busy mind an' body, an' whiles
Author of “Wee Macgreegor." “Mrs. McLerie,
disinfection Is ower melancholics 1. hl ' I wud like to gi’e David a hint, but I’ve
I mak* the bad news seem waur nor ’* never managed it yet. It's no' often I
canna tell a man whit I think, but”—
really is. I mind when John Came,
COrYRICTIT.
1-0«. hv J. J. BfiLt
“'Deed, that’s tu’h!” said Mr. Ogll
on" ■ '
r.'n w'—eloned, ns It
tiild
—wi 'a man o’ the name o' McMeekin. vy quite involuntarily.
r
... •
“But," she continued, ignoring the
L r-. .«-»-«"»-rwn-c-. .w,
a brass feenisher to trade, an I was
remark.
"If I wis tollin' David he wud
deputlt
to
infoiali
John
o'
the
distressin'
kiere’s TigTTvy'cornin',' said Angus, ■ cut ower plenty for ma pipe. Ha’e ye
occurrence. I was near cboklt wl' be that pit aboot that I doot he wud
Ling round the corner of the cot- a boax, maister?”
emotlort. an' it was wi' a supreme ef speak to Jess an' maybe frtchten her
L “What'll be lie wantin'?"
"Pit It In yer ain boax, Angus." re- fort that I produced the unseasonable an' mak’ her waur nor she Is "
Ke beet ask him,” said Mrs. Wal-
“1 see, 1 see." Le salj sympathetical
lurued the other kindly, although the ini^ruijtio:
L shortly.
But when I bad feen-
trick
was
far
from
novel.
Le s lukln’ unco spruce tn bis Saw-
Ished Juki, Cameron jist drew a lai 4 ly “Weel. Mistress Wallace. I'll iq*eak
“Aweel, it wud be a peety to waste breith, an' a' ue said was: ’An' what to David aboot tlie new Jlners the niclit,
L claes. 1 uever seen him dressed
[a hauf boiltlay afore. I suppose I It.” And the tobacco box seemed to ire ye groauiu' aboot. Ogilvy
I'm an' I'll drap a bint for him no' to men
shut with a snap of satisfaction. Hav teliiu' ye lids. Mistress Wallace, to il tion onythin' to Mistress Houston in
1- tell 1dm t® come roon' here.'
[Ye best tell him David and Jesa are ing set his pipe a-golng. Angus an lustrate the fac' that wi' ma melnn the meantime. I'll tell him to waft till
L' to Kilmabeg, an' they’ll no’ be nounced bis intention of departing. eh lical u»»poseetiou I'm inclined for he gets the Job for the new hooiwu, au'
“Dinna forget to gi'e David the letter 1 to mak' bud news waur nor it really is then gi’e ls*r a tine surprise.”
Le till tea time," said Mrs. Wallace.
brocht
an’ dinna suffocate the wean,” —to exaggerate it. as it were.”
"Yer bat li«smi spiled yer held efter
Lye. But I'll tell him ye're here
“I ken ye're a kin' o' dismal buddy." a'. Maister Ogilvy." said Mrs. Wallace
L. r. I'll get him for a witness that Ue said to Mrs. Wallace, offering tue
latter instruction with a grin.
said Mrs. Wallace agreeably, "but see- graciously. “Of course. Jess Is boun'
Ye suffocatin’ the wean, mistress.”
“Dinna forget to gi’e Maister Ogilvy in' ye've brocht guid wtws to David to hear o’ thl* new Jlners afore lang,
k ith a grin on bis face Angus tod-
11 away to meet the grocer, who was back his tobacco.” she retorted sharply. ooo an' then I tliocht ye wud be the but the langer we can keep it frae her
“I was jist gaun to gi’e it back when best yin to bring the bad news."
the better. But 1 wlsht 1 wlsht David
Lug slowly up the path toward the
ye spoke.” said Angus in some confu
"Wud ft t.o' be liest to say nnethln' hadna startit the gairdenln' again. 1
Lli. Mr. Ogilvy’s eyes were modest-'
[turned groundward, and any one sion. producing the plug which he liad an' Jist let David flu' it oot for hissel'?" hear folk complainin' aboot him no'
Lwing him would have seen that his dropped into bis pocket along with the
"Na. na! I'm tldnkln' it's the new peyln' attention to ills business.”
tobacco box. "Ye sud try to learn to booses that's brin .in' the new jlners to
“Aw. weel, the mau maun ha'e his
I lingers were working convulsively
mind yer ain business, mistress,” lie Kinlochan a big Job like that wud be recreation, us it were. An' I dinna
kind his back.
Ehls is a fine day, Maister Ogilvy?” ndded in an aggrieved tone.
a flue stairt fur them—an’ the sliinner think Mistress Houston liket l.im gi'e-
"Angus maun ha'e bis bit Joke.” in- David gets his word in wl' tin* con in' up his gairdenln’ a'thegltber. An'
II Angus.
ierpo»?d Mr. Og.lvy pacifically as he tractor the better. I jist hope" he" s no' nae doot tlie news o’ the oppo-- etion ’ll
Eli? Ob. nye, it's a fine day—a fine
received liis property. "He has nae • in awer late as it is. Hoo dae ye think gar him pit ills best fit furrit.”
I." the other stammered, for he had
I expected to encounter the old man tentijii o' insultin’ ye. as it were. . An’ David wud stauu' opposeetiou ?" sae I "Ye're rale tender wi' ither folk's
see u' he's gaun along the road. 1'11 Inquired suddenly.
[ fallin'B.” said Mrs. Wallace half mock-
Ilazel Cottage.
Jist gang wi' him.” be said, rising sud
Mr. Ogilvy luimed Lis chin medi'.a- ■ lngly.
he'll be wantin' to see David may-
den y as if stricken by a new fear.
"I've kent David Houston since he
|" said Angus.
tlvely.
Mrs. Wallace smiled unkindly. "Is
Aye.” Tlie word came with an ef-
"D'ye think it wud mak' lilm strlvi was a laddie." said the grocer after a
it t. ne ye wis gaun to meet her?” she
I pause, "an’ I never kent him dae ony
I. and the grocer said in bls heart,
uiair?" his companion asked.
inquired. "Of course ye mauna keep
rnuel Ogilvy, ye're a leear!”
Mr. Ogilvy cease"d rubbing bls cliin thin' that wasna fair an' kind, He
her waitin'."
Aweel, ye'll no' see David the noo.
and took to sera telling bis n so geutlj never done a dirty trick or behaved
T1 le grocer fairly wriggled. “I—I—
s awa’ wl' the wife to Kilmabeg.
with his middle linger. "Is he no shabby to onybody, an' when lie does
I'm no’ gaun to meet onybody!" he ex
It’ll lie time enough fur me to tin' fau't
queer ye didna see them gauu by
strivin’ the noo?" he said at last.
claimed.
shop, Maister Ogilvy.”
Mrs. Wallace shook her head. “Tlie wl' him.”
“Weel, sit ye doon an' rest ye,” said
"Weel, weel." she Baid, her voice
r. Ogilvy, liis face on fire, forced
gairden's got the* baud o' him again
she. "I want to speak to ye aboot
incoherent reply and then, recover-
an’ furbye that lie's sac tn'en up wl softening. “I ken ye fur n guid freen’.
I himself, said, as carelessly as lie somethin', Maister Ogilvy,” she added this wee daurlln’ "—she looke I down at Maist**r Ogilvy, balth to David an'
in an undertone.
Id: "Weel. weel. It wasna onythin’
the infant—"that whiles Jess canna get sei’.”
After a Brief period of indecision Mr.
Mr. Ogilvy bowed Ills bead and
lortant. I'll see him the morn."
him oot the house* till 10 1' the morn
Ogilvy resumed Ills seat, nodding in a
silent, his bands tightly clasped
1 be made to depart.
in'."
half shamed fashion to Angus, who.
Bide a wee. bide a wee, Maister
"It's no’ a great sin to be ta'cn up w. tween his knees. "Samuel Ogilvy,
being afraid lest Mrs. Wallace should
iennctt
said to himself, "can ye no' speak?
Ivy." Angus Interposed. "Ye're no’
Ills doc er.” the grocer observed.
confound
him
at
tlie
last
moment,
turn
Penland.
“An’ I hope." resumed Mrs. Wallace,
|u awa' wi’oot speakiu' to Mistress
"I
d!<
.1
say
It
w
,s.
Maister
Ogilvy,
'dun.
llace. She's sittiu' wi’ tlie wean ed and took ills departure, a thin, dry but it v. 11 be n sill .1 11. r ail' Jess ha'e "ye'll be a guid freen' to tills woe Ins-
IseasM, til
ale here when »he grows up a bit. I
L the corner. Come awa’, an’ ye’l1 smile hovering about ills lips.
“Ye sudna let him mak' free wl' yer to suffer (' tl.e future." Airs. Wallace ken ye like we-’iis."
nd Villi*
kla* get dandlin' tlie wee yin.”
returned
ol< nly. S'.:e patted the*
tobacco,
”
M-s.
Wallace
remarked
to
tlie
Ì31
I'll come anither time. Angus. I—
“Aye.” he said simply. Presently an
child te t: .. ._> and contin- i*u: "I think
| kin' o’ pressed for time, as it grocer. “He’s no' needin' chairity since a man • the queerest thing in the hale idea occurred to him. and lie drew from
his sister deed."
|e." the grocer returned.
laurer
o’ ereat..
I've leeveu a lang while Ills pocket a small package, “it’s fur
“Oh, I ken that fine. Mistress Wal
fell, ye can bide twa-three meeults
her.” lie said, indicating the child and
noo. an'
. Al! a
handing the package to tlie nurse.
L tak’ a smoke," said Angus pleas- lace. But, ye see. it’s deefflcult to get
"Ye're
no'
that
auld.
”
put
in
Mr
nen and
"Whit's this?" inquired the latter.
l.v. looking at Ills own empty pipe oot o’ a bad habit when ye're auld. Ogilvy gallantly.
ices ovai
Angus
canna
help
tryin'
to
get
his
to
“Oli. jist a wlieen Jujubes, Mistress
| thinking of his own empty tobacco
“Haud yer tongue, please! I was
bacco for naethln', an’ I canna help
lti.il
sayin' I’ve leeved a lang while noo. an' Wallace.”
“Jujubes?"
k'o. i'll no’ bide the day, I was gl'eln' him it But I'll no’ dae't again I've met twu sorts o' w lilt ye micht ca'
UGAL
"Aye.
e. They're the finest in ma shop,
kin’ o’ gaun to the shop an’ gettln’ if ye dinna like it."
honest,
dacent.
guid
men,
an'
1
wudna
“Och. it's line odds to me if ye wis
rhoen things tidied up. seein' tlie
like to say which is tlie warst o’ the an' they wudna hurt tlie maist delicate
SLRG1
gl'eln'
him
yer
hale
shepe.
But
that's
[»■ is quate an’ naebody aboot Jist
twa. There's the man that aye pits digeestion. Ye micht gi'e her yin when
al p
no' the thing I wis wantin' to speak to
mil respec's to”—
IPs business afore bis wife an' weans, she waukens.”
is o: V«
“Jujubes?" cried Mrs. Wallace again,
rc'r.* slinlrly no gaun to tidy up ye aboot. I wis wantin' to tell ye an' there’s tlie man that aye pits his
Li wi' yer guid claes on?” the old that Angus cam' here the day wl’ a wife and weans afore his business. and. in spite of nn effort to tlie con
eston and
sw interrupted. "Come awa' an’ story aboot a new jlner stairtin' in I've never seen a man yet that kent trary. she broke into merriment.
ne B'sck
Tlie grocer stared foolishly.
Mistress Wallace or ye'll maybe Kinlochan. Ha'e ye heard onythin’ hoo to divide hissel’."
"Oh. Maister Ogilvy.” she said at
nil her. She seen ye cornin' in at aboot that?”
“Nne man can serve twa maisters."
M. R.t 'l
“Aye.” said Mr. Ogilvy.
last, "ye maun excuse me. but ye cannn
[gate.”
EdicMIt. I
remarked Mr. Ogilvy seriously.
"An’ whit wey did ye no’ tell us?”
bid she?" said the grocer feebly,
“Nae man slid try it.” she returned. gi'e jujubes or ony ither sweeties til a
tisTm
“I Jist heard the—the rumor, so to
wean tiint lsna fo-ver month ntild. Oh.
rvns sue surprised to see me, think
' A man sud l*e hfs ain maister."
speak, the day. I was gaun to speak to
•urgeon.
dear me! I canna help lauchln'.”
f h<* inquired nervously.
“In theory, ns it were.”
î Board of ïJ
ye
aboot
ft
if
ye
hadna
mentioned
it.
”
“But she'll shin be fewer month aulil,
bf ' e A:igt.
ild speak, Mrs. Wal-
"Na! Ih practice, ns it is. Theory’s
: animal« «f I
"Is there ony truth in the report?”
I was |:eard calling:
a' richt ef r n man's deid. Y'e dinna an' the jujubes 'll keen tine If they dln-
"I doot there is. In fac’, I ken there
k that you. Ma ster Ogilvy?”
buy a man wi' wu .es; ye buy his wark; un get damp. All' if they spile. I’ll
■bit. E m ««
ione Red 2611. [
lye. it's jist me,” be replied wlth- Is. It's twa young mon frae Paisley h<* disna sell hissel’ to his wife an' bring fresh ylns" There was the
that's gaun to set up in Kinlochan, an' I weans; lie lends hissel' ns lang ns lie slightest trai’e of offended f<*ellng in
■ueving.
a. I*.
k I. come here! I want to speak I bear they're vera pushin' young men.'
hns the richt an' micht to dae it. At his voice.
“I’ll pusli them!” muttered Mrs. Wal- least that's the wey it srd lie.”
Mrs. Wallac« recovered herself and
lotne awa'," said Angus. “Ye dinna lace angrily.
“Aye, but that's jist theory, if ye'll explained the position. "An" it wis
"But ye needna lie fenrt for David excuse me for snyiu’ it. Mistress Wal rale nice o' ye to think o’ bringln' the
YS AT-l.M
k t> di.ndle the wean unless ye like.
Ogilvy continued,
Houston,”
Mr.
ljul is fur tills wee lassie, Maister
[<• awa’. Maister Ogilvy.'
lace.”
lie's ower weel
Lhe court!
[<■ gr ccr. on anything but flying “They'll no’ hurt him.
'T'll excuse ye, fur I ken ye canna Ogilvy," she said in conclusion.
in wi’ the folk here nooadays.'
"I'm a stupit buddy,” he groaned.
folh wed Angus round the corner
help liein' a blether. Maister Ogilvy. I
Wa'tOD
“I wudna be ower shair o' that.
never met a man yet that didna gas "B’:: but It's ma misfortune to—to be
I lie cottage.
Whit aboot if the new hooses that's
y. ait ye're a masher the day!”
aboot tbeorii s when he hadna the sense a single man. I—I—wlsht I wasna!”
X' s. Wallace Jocularly, ’’I sup- gaun to tie builded?"
or the spunk to practise whit he kent he suddenly gasped.
E. 0.
"I
didna
think
o
’
that.
”
he
admitted
"If ye're no' wantin’ the jujubes
ye're Jist on yer road to meet
!n bis hert wis the richt thing to dae."
slowly. "Na. I didna think o' that.
TER.
,
“Ye’re vera severe on man.” said Mr. back I'll keep them rnasel'.” said Mrs.
tNEYe-AT
. Mistress Wallace.” be mur- The jiner work there'll be a fine big Ogilvy, mopping his brow. “Man is Wallace calmly.
“Tbenk ye. tlienk ye.” he stammered.
mu i. removing ills felt hnt and wip-
but mortal.” he added in dignified apol
"I’ll lie prood if ye'll accept the jujubes.
k eoutb
of ’"* " forehead. on which a deep red
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ogy.
gene. Oi«MLus vl8lnie
■'An' mortal stifflit furbye! Tak' aff An'—an'—wud ye—wud ye no' aci'ept-
------------- ‘I |er
' lint’s ower wee fur’ye.” she ob-
that hat afore it gi'es ye some affliction a—a—onythin' else, as ft were?” Beads
formed upon his brow and speech fail
•d as be squeezed it on again.
o’ the brain.”
"Yell be daeing yer held an Injury,
Mr. Ogilvy removed his hat. not with ed him.
“Toots, Maister Ogilvy. I'm no’ a
i!r.I per Ogllvjr. 1s t a new hat?"
out a grimace, and laid it on tlie
pi e. As ye say, it’s ower wee. I
ground against the stump on which he great sweety eater, tlienk ye^ a' the
uctt Block
same. But it's time the wee lassie wis
sttect' •eordle Harvey to buy it for me
was seated.
. v was at the toon, an’ he forgot
ters.
"1 doot ye’re markit fur life,” said gaun inside the boose,” she said, rising.
i
in' h ul Jist to guess it. But
Oregon-
Mrs. Wallace. "Disfeegured through “Y'e better tak' yer smoke till David
an' Jess get bame. They'll no’ be lang
■" n a waur guess. nn' Geordie
yer ain consate. Eh?”
I weer it twa-three Sawbaths
Smiling ruefully, the grocer rubbed noo. Ye'll bide to yer tea, Maister
• like n glove. I’ll tliole it in the
his suffering forehead. “I doot I'll Ogilvy?”
"Na. thopk ye. I—I dinna think I'll
Im - onywey. as it were." Here
ha’e to get anither bat efter a',” Lj
fER..
j'lgilvy stopped abruptly, as one
bide the night.”
said.
estate.
“But ye’ve got to see David onywey."
t snd:! n!y realizing that one
"Either that or nnitlier heids” said
Hee over ' h?s en talking for the simple Bake of
“I forgot» Weel, I'll bide, tbenk ye.”
Mrs.
Wallace.
"But
that's
no'
the
p.m
lank.
He fumbled for bis pipe, keeping his
so.
we wis speakin' aboot. Maister Ogd
Eugene, u i
A
riaun be guid at the tbolin’,"
vy.” she went on, liecoming sorious eyes on the ground the while, and Mrs.
Wallace, wltl! her charge, moved away.
p' s. Wallace. “Ye're like a lassie
"Ye ken whit I mean.”
Had he looked be would have seen
irty wi' sma' slippers on big
“Aye; ye mean man. Ye wis speak
<E, Prop
that her eye« were very kindly, al
in’ gboot man. Mistress Wallace.”
ha. hr I" lunched Angus.
BLE and
“Tits! Ye're haverin'! That wismi though her lips were shut even more
' wl' big feet '11 thole onytbin'!”
a pint. Man's o’ nae consequence. I firmly than usual.
IANITE *
•
•
•
•
•
«
a'id yer tongue or ye'll wauken
meant the business aboot the new Jin
iby again. Weel. Maister Ogll-
About 0 o'clock Mrs. Wailace and
O
>-■*
Mr. Ogilvy left Hazel Cottage together.
she continued genially. “If lfs no'
ayeT
?»»■.■* Vni? u
ime fur yer appfntnient ye best
"Guid nlcht!" they both called aa they
I want ye to teil David the
a sate an' ha'e a smoke an' rest
nlcht. Maister Ogilvy. Ye'll obleege turned from the gate, after which they
Ur ye’re lukln as If ye wud melt
me greatly if ye tell him secretlike, fur proceeded at least a iurlong In gloomy
'loon the galrden intll the sea
I’m no' wantin' Jess to be vexin' her ■lienee.
ava frae a burnln' mountain "
“Hoo <lfd David come to ken aboot
sei' aboot It. She's git plenty to think
eed. It's uncommon warm for the
aboot the n o wl’oot a big trouble like it?" said the grocer at last.
a o' the year." said the grocer,
“It wis the letter that Angus brocht,”
this. Jess is no' jist as weel as i wud
ig himself on a stump, "an' to ; "Ji it Unit yt wii gaun to mett herf"
■tie replied shortly
like to sre her."
h* the truth. Mistress Wallace. I‘m I job. I wudna like to see it gaun by
“WLa was it frae?”
"Is ah i no"f" cg<-laim>d Mr. Ogilvy
i David. D’ye think be'« heard aboot in a vol. »of deep concern if not alarm,
r bit decomposed wi' the heat"
•The contractor, or whitever ye ca'
I produced bis pipe, a plug of to- the oppoaeetlon. aa it were. Mistress
the bad
"Oh. I dinna think it'H onythin' Beri him. It saved ye break*
k and his knife, while old Angti« , Wallace?"
ous, but sh»- nerds to tak' care o’ lier- new» onywey," «he «aid rather bitterly.
Katloualy drew forth a battered
“Na: he baana beard yet. Him an’ sei'. Dinn/i say a word to her or ony-
"D'ye think I was glad fur that. Ml»-
tin box. opened It and sighed ab- ♦.Tess gaed aff the day as blithe an* body else aiioot it.”
treea Wallace?” be asked quickly, but
brisk as bees, like a pair o' young yin«
r but quite audibly
"1'11 never open ma mouth! But she qnieC'
re ye for a smoke. Angus?" Mr —jist like a lad an’ lass afore they're was fine an' rosy the la«t time 1 seen
“Na na, Maister Ogilvy
But I'm
W Inquired when he had cut t’m- malrrtt."
1,»T."
vexed at David Houston Aye, an' I'm
h fill
"Te mean. I preahume. that they
"Rid cheeks lsna everythin’. Jen* angr*. at bis furbye I wis near cuffin
■ no' heedin', but I "1 tak' yin
gaed aff In a llcht hertit condeetion?”
his lugs when be paaaed the letter to
has ower big a bert fur her body, an
¡ve you
kv ye cow'ny said Anm:« ’ -
“Ye preahume richt. I'm shair Da she"—
Jeas. sayin'. ‘There’» a iove letter fur
| aa he received the plug from th** vid had nae word o' the business. An
e in :rery
“Oh. me! Ye dinna mean that. Ml« ye. mi I sm .’ an' lauchln’ aa If the hale
w “I'm a stuplt boddy ” he *•
gus got It frae a man wha beard it
be cried, look.!..’ tiling —la a joke. If be bad seen her
■rtlcally two mlnutea later
i tree the factor."
tired s«1
¡
By J
R
IH
Ughi
II
Oï
îea
ill
I
J
■i
■
bin
BELL
the books. They'll keep "
“They won't keep themselves.” she
s. .! good humoredly. “But I want to
k' v one thing before you go out
a. i i. Davie." she went on seriously.
' What's that?”
"Have you given Donald Binnls no
tice?"
•‘No’ yet. dearie,” he replied a little
uncomfortably.
“Why. Davie? You said you were
going to tell Uiui muro than a week
ago."
“Aye. But—but. ye see. Jess, I bun-
ua the Lvit io tell him. He s u daccut
man. Donald Rlnnte. nn' he's served
me weel since lie cam' to Kinlochan.''
"I know that." she freely allowed.
"But there's no work for him Just now.
is there?”
"Aweel. there’s no' muckle, to tell ye
the truth, lass," he admitted slowly,
adding more cheerfully, "but ye never
his chance. There's naebody can touch .•an teTT when the work 'll <-otne again
An' Donald Bitinie's a dae. ut mau. I
him fur guid work."
"Ye mielit try an' tin' oot wlia'B build- wud lx* vexed to lia’e to tell 1dm I did-
in' the booses the morn." said Mrs. na need him ony rna.r. I wud that.
Wallace, whose spirits were sinking Jess! An' ye like him line yersel', dug
ye no’?”
lower and lower.
"<>f course 1 do, David. But, tell me.
"I'll tin' oot the nlcht! I'll tin’ oot
the noo if I can. Here's the manse, an' what has Donald done today? What
I'll spier at the uieenister. I mind Was there tor him to do?”
"Weel, ye see, it was kin' o’ slack at
ylnst seeln’ him crackin' w l' a strange
man that was measurin' the gran' fur the shop, nn' 1 jist tell't him he micht
the uew hooses. Jist bide a meenit. tak' a day
“Oh! But you gnve him a day off
Mistress Wallace, till a rln up to the
door an’ prosecute inquiries, as it I yesterday, didn't you?” said Mrs. Hous
ton. keeping calm with nn effort.
were.”
"So 1 did,” he replied somewhat rue
He was not long absent and be re
turned somewhat short of breath, but fully.
Eor ten seconds Jess field her tongue.
able to pant:
"There’s twa-three gentlemen in the Then very gently she asked:
“Could you not do all the work that's
business, but the chief yin is a Maister
going Just now yourself, Davie?”
“Aye, aye; 1 diiiirsny if I was neg
lecting the galrden,” be said thought
fully.
"But if you started earlier in the
morning?”
"What aboot the wee yin?”
His wife laughed against her lietter
Judgment. “Is it you that holds Katie,
or Katie that holds you in the morn
ings?"
"Weel, weel. dearie, ye ken it's rale
nice to ha’e the wee yin In yer alruis.”
lie said half laughingly, half apologet
ically. ns he bent over the cradle.
Siu1 was dis.i'ineil for i moment, but
a glance nt ti e ledger on tlie table was
sufficient to living her back to action.
"David." slit- said tlruily, "you must
give I lonald notice on Saturday.”
"Tlie wee yin's tine nt the sleepln't
111? What was ye sayin', lass?"
"I said you must give Donald notice
on Saturd . . ’ :..! •!"
“But but I'll lie awa' at the show on
■tt day. an’ so wull you, Jess."
■■Then you must tell him on Friday—
tomorrow. Do you know, David,” she
continued solemnly, "that for weeks
y hi '' ■ been i a.vliig Donald more than
y ii've been making yourself?"
Houston stared. "Is that a fac'?” he
exclaimed.
"I.ast week his wages were’’ twice
nh.it 'll come to you."
"Mer>-y on us! Is that wliat the hook
Dobble in Glesea. He's in the gless
trade. Eh? Whit's wrnrr-. Mistress says?”
"Yes. But I told you awhile ago that
Wallace?"
“Everythin'!" she groaned, throwing y hi couldn't afford to keep Donald.”
“I ken. I ken. I'm a stuplt man an’
up her hands. “Ma puir Jess!"
"What ha’e I said; what ha'e I said?" 111 to il.ie wl'. But I'll see aboot gl'eln’
Donald notice It's a peety, for he's a
cried the grocer.
Mrs. Wallac-- became suddenly calm. dneeut man, an' "—
“Ton'll toil lilm tomorrow?”
“Never lived the n >o. Sinister Ogilvy.
"Aye. I'll likely see him the inorn—
I'll maybe tell ye anither time."
Mr. Ogilvy noib ' d gently. and noth-( If lie dlsna tak' anither day aff. I
ing more was said till they readied ' tell’t I Im he d don m ed to come In the
Mrs. Wallace’s gate. "It's no' that I morn unless in- 1 el naethln' lietter to
canna trust ye.” she said abruptly. ! dae. lie s got a lass at Fairport, ye
"I'll tell ye a' n! oot it the morn, if—If ken. But it likq rain the nlcht, an’ I
think lie'll be back the morn's mornln’.
I can.”
"Mistress Wallace.” he returned in a Are ye no' pleased, Jess?'
Mrs. I' oiston hesitated, but was not
solemn whisper. "I'm aye at—at yer
lost. "Davie,” she said calmly, "alt
service, ns it were."
.
ihwn there.” Sii" indicated tlie chair
she laid vacated some little time ago.
CHAPTER IN.
David srill. d Inquiringly, but Hat
FIOl'RtS. HI T NOT ALL DhT.
« the garden David Houston, d wn.
bending over n liesutlfuliy
To be continued
k‘ ]>t plot of choice pansies,
whistled softly his Intense
Left Handed Meni Hearts.
satisfaction. "I've never done better.”
“I saw in the Record the other
was liis inward comment, by which lie ; day that some anatomical and scien
meant that lie had uever »lone so well.
In the parlor liis wife, bending over ] tifically inclined persons are of the
the page of a neatly kept ledger, sighed ' opinion that persons who are left
and murmured, “If I could only tell handed are less liable to. heart dis
him some things without telling him ease than those who are right hand
ed,” said an old baseball player. “I
everything!"
In the cradle by her side her baby don't want to pose as an authority,
stirred slightly, but did not waken. but in the baseball world it has been
Her face lightened aa she stooped to notorious that left handed pitchers
ward the child; then, as she rose again, ;
have never been able to keep up the
her mouth took on an expression of de- ,
pace with the good old right hand
termination.
She left the table nnd went quietly ers, and it has been declared by
to the window. For a brief space she trainers that the exertion over the
wntched the man working steadily nnd heart when the left hand is used for
happily in the summer evenshlne. "Oh, pitching is responsible for their col
Davie,” she whispered to herself, “I'm t late as great twirlers. This seems
afraid. Bin afraid! If you had only ' to be substantiated by the records
left your heart's desire till it was ready
—till you were able to take It and keep to a great extent, and if the theory
it! Perhaps it's niy fault. Pertnips j of those who claim that left handed
I’ve taken too much on myself, But men have stronger hearts held good
how could I explain everything now ? these pitchers should have hearts
t
that would withstand any strain.”—
You would never”—
David straightened himself in order Philadelphia Record.
to get a bird eye view of the plot and
caught slglit of 1 is wife nt the window.
Odd Inscription on a Coin.
He noddi'l. mileil, pointed proudly at
“
.Millions
for the contractors, but
his pansies and beckoned her to him.
She sinlksi
Intly in return, shook her not one cent for the widows,” is the
bead anil signed to him to come in inscription on a coin, dated 1863,
which was received under peculiar
doors
He came at once anil entered the par circumstances bv George A. Ix>e of
lor gayly and eagerly. "Was ye want this city a few days ago. The piece
in' me to tak' the wee yin for awhile?" is apparently of a restricted issue,
he whispered. ”1’11 jist wash ma
as none of the many jiersons to
banns, an' then I'll”—
"No. no, Davie,” said Jess gently, whom it has b m submitted for in
loving him more for bis warm fatherly spection ever saw its like. It was
affection. "Katie's sleeping sound But accompanied by a letter mailed from
I’ve been having a look a’ the Ixxiks Detroit and signed Howard Hen
and I —I wanted to ask yon a boot tier, which informed the recipient
something"
that the coin wa« given him as a
"Jist that, lass.” he returned agree- pocket piece twenty-five years n.-q
ably, trying not to look disappointed.
in Raleigh, 8. €., by the long since
"Weel, I'll shin be feenished ootbye.
an’ then we'll ha'e a crack aboot the deceased father of .Mr. I»ee. The
books. <'ome awa' for a meenit an' see epistle concludes with the hoj»e that
the pansies that'll lift tlie first prize at “the son of my benefactor of long
the show on Sertuniay. Come awa’. years ago may enjoy the good for
Jos»—Jist for a meenit. Ye're no' gaun tune that has been mine since it-
ootbye enough the noo. Never heed ».-qni« ■ or..” Philadelnhia Record.
face'"when aiie gaed owes to the winds
Mr». \\ aliare ato; prd
to read it
with a s!g!i. which her companion
echoed
"But ye kin' o' lauched yereel'." be
said presen..,. "A l ' y ■ cried vo: t!.
ye wud maybe get the lock pit on yer
coal cellar door noo.”
"That wis Jist to keep Jess frae
breakin' doon. Yer no' vera quick at
the up-tak', Maister Ogilvy."
"Maybe I'm no’." he admitted. “An"
I wlsht I kent the tneanin’ o' the In
business. It's u u:j Aery to me W' • •
did the contractor mean tn wrltln' to
tell David that he needna bother trytn'
for the job. as it had s' been arrange!
wl' the new Jlners? There's somethin'
gey queer aboot it. I wuuner wha's
bulldin' the hooses. It’s naebody in
Kinlochan or 1 wud ha'e beard lana
syne. It wasna fair no' grein’ David