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<p><font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: silver" color="silver"><p>Under such patronage a family rises fast; and several of
the most respected houses in Scotland, but especially in Perthshire, and
many individuals distinguished both in arts and arms, record with pride
their descent from the Gow Chrom and the Fair Maid of Perth.</p><p>Oh, for
a draught of power to steep</p><p>With her chin tilted up and all her body
taut against the tree trunk she stood, breathless from the darkness and the
silence and the stars. Ears of a weasel, nose of a fox to hear and scent
out what was stirring! In the tree above her head a bird chirped once. The
drone of the last train, still far away, began, swelled, resolved itself
into the sound of wheels and the sound of steam, stopped, then began again
and faded out in a far drumming. All hushed once more! Where she stood the
moat had been, filled in so long that this great elm tree had grown. Slow,
the lives of trees, and one long fight with the winds; slow and tenacious
like the life of her family clinging to this spot.</p><p>!.I wish I
could forget it also,!/ said Mr Sowerby.</p><p>!.Yes, exactly,
!/ said Mrs Harold Smith.</p><p>"No, Dad, you can!/t sell the
horses, you!/d be lost."</p><p>I think that in most cases personal
isolation and disuse is the greater evil. I think if there is no other way
to constructive service except through test oaths and declarations, one
must take then. This is a particular case that stands apart from all other
cases. The man who preaches a sermon and pretends therein to any belief he
does not truly hold is an abominable scoundrel, but I do not think he need
trouble his soul very greatly about the barrier he stepped over to get into
the pulpit, if he felt the call to preach, so long as the preaching be
honest. A Republican who takes the oath of allegiance to the King and wears
his uniform is in a similar case. These things stand apart; they are so
formal as to be scarcely more reprehensible than the falsehood of calling a
correspondent "Dear," or asking a tiresome lady to whom one is being kind
and civil, for the pleasure of dancing with her. We ought to do what we can
to abolish these absurd barriers and petty falsehoods, but we ought not to
commit a social suicide against them.</p><p></p><p>Obeying the least signal
with ready and timorous acquiescence, she pushed the door open, but
instantly recoiled with terror. It was a charnel house, half filled with
dry skulls and bones.</p><p>Sir Lawrence, who during this recital had tried
every motion for his monocle with which he was acquainted, dropped it and
said: "But, my dear Jack, if a man is rash enough to become a Mohammedan in
a Mohammedan country, do you suppose for a minute that gossip won!/t
say he was forced to?"</p><p>"Sixty-eight, I think."</p><p>!.Now,
father, I think I shall be obliged to run away from you, not to keep the
carriage too long,!/ said Esther, as she finished her reforms in the
minister!/s toilette. !.You look beautiful now, and I must give
Lyddy a little lecture before I go.!/</p><p>"Ye need not hurry
yourself for that, Simon Glover," quoth the obdurate old woman; "the best
and the worst of it may be tauld before you could hobble over your door
stane. I ken the haill story abroad; !.for,!/ thought I, !.
our goodman is so wilful that he!/ll be for banging out to the tuilzie,
be the cause what it like; and sae I maun e!/en stir my shanks, and
learn the cause of all this, or he will hae his auld nose in the midst of
it, and maybe get it nipt off before he knows what for.!/"</p><p>At
four o!/clock P.M., the angle was reached. Walruses!/ Bay, formed
by an indentation of the firm ground, had disappeared! It had remained
behind with the continent</p><p>The hour is nigh: now hearts beat high;
</p><p>"Nothing," observed Mrs Barnett,!*"nothing is impossible to Him who
rules the winds and waves."</p><p>Oliver at last relieved his host by
swaggering off, imitating as well as he could the sturdy step and outward
gesture of his redoubted companion, and whistling a pibroch composed on the
rout of the Danes at Loncarty, which he had picked up from its being a
favourite of the smith!/s, whom he made a point of imitating as far as
he could. But as the innocent, though conceited, fellow stepped out from
the entrance of the wynd, where it communicated with the High Street, he
received a blow from behind, against which his headpiece was no defence,
and he fell dead upon the spot, an attempt to mutter the name of Henry, to
whom he always looked for protection, quivering upon his dying
tongue.</p><p>"Alone?" Mr. Hethcote asked.</p><p>"Believe it," said
Catharine, "such as thou or I never dwelt an hour in the Douglas!/s
memory, either for good or evil. Tell him that his son in law, the Prince
of Scotland dies !* treacherously famished !* in Falkland Castle, and thou
wilt merit not pardon only, but reward."</p><p>Robert the Third had adopted
to a great extent the timid policy of not seeming to hear expressions which,
being heard, required, even in his own eyes, some display of displeasure.
He passed on, therefore, in his discourse, without observing his son!/
s speech, but in private Rothsay!/s rashness augmented the displeasure
which his father began to entertain against him.</p><p>!.What do I
care about down or up? It makes no difference, as he!/s gone. If he
had lived one might have cared about being up, as you call it. Eh, deary;
I!/ll be going after him before long, and it will be no matter
then.!/</p><p>!.Yes, and especially to Baby Podgens. Baby Podgens
is a real little duck !* only just two days old.!/ And Lucy, as she
spoke, progressed a step or two, as though she were determined not to
remain there talking on the doorstep. A slight cloud came across his brow
as he saw this, and made him resolve that she should not gain her purpose.
He was not going to be foiled in that way by such a girl as Lucy Robarts.
He had come there to speak to her, and speak to her he would. There had
been enough of intimacy between them to justify him in demanding, at any
rate, as much as that.</p><p>Having telephoned to the cab-stand and
produced a key, the butler said: "What with her ladyship speaking her
thoughts out loud, miss, I!/m obliged to know, and I was saying to Sir
Lawrence this morning: !.If Miss Dinny could take him off just now, on
a tour of the Scotch Highlands where they don!/t see the papers, it
would save a lot of vexation.!/ In these days, miss, as you!/ll
have noticed, one thing comes on the top of another, and people haven!/
t the memories they had. You!/ll excuse my mentioning it."</p><p>"Very
well, then," he said at last and sadly, oh, so sadly, as Aileen turned
away. "Have it yer own way, if ye will. Ye must go, though, willy-nilly. It
can!/t be any other way. I wish to God it could."</p><p>The
quarter-master !* a large grave fat man, slow alike in his bodily and his
mental movements !* listened to this extraordinary remonstrance with a fixed
stare of amazement, and an open mouth from which the unspat tobacco-juice
tricked in little brown streams. When the impetuous young gentleman paused
(not for want of words, merely for want of breath), the quarter-master
turned about, and addressed himself to the audience gathered round.
"Gentlemen," he said, with a Roman brevity, "this young fellow is
mad."</p><p>!.You would say what?!/ said Lord Lufton, almost
roughly.</p><p></p><p>"If I could sell you seven boxes for sixty-two
dollars just like this, would you take them?"</p><p>That evening after
dinner he went forth, ostensibly to the House, in fact to Cork
Street.</p><p>"The sight of one drawn and brandished in anger were
sufficient," said Dwining, "to consume the vital powers of your chirurgeon.
But who then," he added in a tone partly insinuating, partly jeering !*"who
would then relieve the fiery and scorching pain which my patron now suffers,
and which renders him exasperated even with his poor servant for quoting
the rules of healing, so contemptible, doubtless, compared with the power
of inflicting wounds?"</p><p>"Oh!" she sighed, falling limp on his shoulder
when he refused to let her go. Then, because of the set determination of
his face, some intense pull in him, she smiled. "How would I ever explain
if I did marry you?" she asked, weakly. "Your father! Your mother!
"</p><p>At this moment the dogs flung themselves on one side, the sledge
was overturned, and the pair were flung into the snow. Fortunately it was
thick and soft, so that they escaped unhurt. But what a disgrace for the
Corporal! how reproachfully his little wife looked at him, and how stern
was the reprimand of Lieutenant Hobson!</p><p>"And he came here," said
Simon, bitterly, "beseeching for admittance to my daughter, while he had
his harlot awaiting him at home! I had rather he had slain a score of men!
It skills not talking, least of all to thee, Oliver Proudfute, who, if thou
art not such a one as himself, would fain be thought so. But !*"</p><p>"I
repeat it is not so. I really have blood in my veins."</p><p>Amelius
steadied himself instantly. "What I can do, I will do," he
answered.</p><p>!.Did you tell him of everything that has happened !* I
mean about me !* about the Transomes?!/</p><p>"Then," said Lady Mont,
"get ready and begin at once when Dinny comes."</p><p>"Mr. Francis
Aldersley, Lucy. Mr. Aldersley belongs to the Arctic
expedition."</p><p>!.I shall just cross the park to the parsonage to
see my uncle Lingon.!/ !.Very well. He can answer more questions
for you.!/</p><p>She put the bottle on the table, and advanced to the
fireplace to ring the bell. Warm as the room was, she began to shiver. Did
the eager life in her feel the fatal purpose that she was meditating, and
shrink from it? Instead of ringing the bell, she bent over the fire, trying
to warm herself.</p><p>"It!/s extraordinary the things one can do
without."</p><p>But what went straightest to this heart, though they did
not know it, was that they were Methody folk for the most part !* ay,
Methody as ever trod a Yorkshire Moor, or drove on a Sunday to some chapel
of the Faith in the Dales. The old Methody talk was there, with the
discipline whereby the souls of the Just are, sometimes to their intense
vexation, made perfect on this earth in order that they may !.take out
their letters and live and die in good standing.!/ If you don!/t
know the talk, you won!/t know what that means. The discipline, or
discipline, is no thing to be trifled with, and its working among a
congregation depends entirely upon the tact, humanity, and sympathy of the
leader who works it. He, knowing what youth!/s desires are, can turn
the soul in the direction of good, gently, instead of wrenching it savagely
towards the right path only to see it break away quivering and scared. The
arm of the Discipline is long. A maiden told me, as a new and strange fact
and one that would interest a foreigner, of a friend of hers who had once
been admonished by some elders somewhere !* not in Musquash !* for the
heinous crime of dancing. She, the friend, did not in the least like it.
She would not. Can!/t you imagine the delightful results of a formal
wigging administered by a youngish and austere elder who was not accustomed
to make allowances for the natural dancing instincts of the young of the
human animal? The hot irons that are held forth to scare may also sear, as
those who have ever lain under an unfortunate exposition of the old Faith
can attest.</p><p>"You can!/t," growled Jack Muskham; "the whole
thing!/s of a piece. The point is simply: Is he fit to be a member
here or not? I ask the Chairman to put that to the meeting."</p><p>"Adieu,
flowering wilderness!"</p><p>!.O then,!/ said Esther, turning her
head aside, carelessly, as if she were considering the distant birch-stems,
!.you!. would bear it quite easily, as you did your not getting
into parliament. You would know you could get it another time !* or get
something else as good.!/</p><p>"Old man," said Catharine, "if thou be
indeed so near the day of thy deserved doom, other thoughts were far
wholesomer than the vainglorious ravings of a vain philosophy. Ask to see a
holy man !*"</p><p>!.Miserable! nay, but you went away happy enough! I
thought I had never seen you look better satisfied.!/</p><p>"How mean
you, Ramorny? Your fever makes you rave" answered the Duke of
Rothsay.</p><p>"He is personally safe," said Ramorny, "and as much at
freedom as ever he can be; while your Highness !*"</p><p></p><p>THE story
and the prospect revealed to Esther by the lawyers!/ letter, which she
and her father studied together, had made an impression on her very
different from what she had been used to figure to herself in her many
daydreams as to the effect of a sudden elevation in rank and fortune. In
her day-dreams she had not traced out the means by which such a change
could be brought about; in fact, the change had seemed impossible to her,
except in her little private Utopia, which, like other Utopias, was filled
with delightful results, independent of processes. But her mind had fixed
itself habitually on the signs and luxuries of ladyhood, for which she had
the keenest perception. She had seen the very mat in her carriage, had
scented the dried rose-leaves in her corridors, had felt the soft carpets
under her pretty feet, and seen herself, as she rose from her sofa cushions,
in the crystal panel that reflected a long drawing-room, where the
conservatory flowers and the pictures of fair women left her still with the
supremacy of charm. She had trodden the marble-firm gravel of her
garden-walks and the soft deep turf of her lawn; she had had her servants
about her filled with adoring respect, because of her kindness as well as
her grace and beauty; and she had had several accomplished cavaliers all at
once suing for her hand !* one of whom, uniting very high birth with long
dark eyelashes and the most distinguished talents, she secretly preferred,
though his pride and hers hindered an avowal, and supplied the inestimable
interest of retardation. The glimpses she had had in her brief life as a
family governess, supplied her ready faculty with details enough of
delightful still life to furnish her day-dreams; and no one who has not,
like Esther, a strong natural prompting and susceptibility towards such
things, and has at the same time suffered from the presence of opposite
conditions, can understand how powerfully those minor accidents of rank
which please the fastidious sense can preoccupy the
imagination.</p><p>"That is so, ma!/am."</p><p>"Not if she settles
down and behaves herself: but there must be an end of this between you and
her. She!/s disgracin!/ her family and ruinin!/ her soul in
the bargain. And that!/s what you are doin!/ with yours. It!/
ll be time enough to talk about anything else when you!/re a free man.
More than that I!/ll not promise."</p><p>"I!/m above family
prejudices," Mrs. Farnaby proceeded. "You needn!/t be afraid of
offending me. Speak out."</p><p>30: 15,745,024</p><p>I!/m sick at
heart. The eye of day,</p><p>Wilfrid shook his head.</p><p>The Duke of
Rothsay sprung from his saddle to the ground, and was dashing into the
palace like a greyhound, when a feeble grasp was laid on his cloak, and the
faint voice of a kneeling female exclaimed, "Protection, my noble prince!!*
protection for a helpless stranger!"</p><p>"We mustn!/t," she said. "I
mustn!/t. I don!/t know what I!/m doing." She looked at a
young man strolling toward her, and asked: "I have to explain to him.
He!/s the one I had this dance with."</p><p>"I pity Crawford, sire,"
replied the Prince. "He has too early lost a father whose counsels would
have better become such a season as this."</p><p>And mountainous error be
too highly heaped</p><p>Catharine shrieked and fled, seeking, by a hasty
descent, an escape from a sight so appalling. Lord Balveny was for a moment
stupified, and then exclaimed, "This may be glamour! hang him over the
battlements, quick or dead. If his foul spirit hath only withdrawn for a
space, it shall return to a body with a dislocated neck."</p><p>Butler felt
the force of the temperament and the argument. He liked the young man!/
s poise and balance. A number of people had spoken of Cowperwood to him.
(It was now Cowperwood & Co. The company was fiction purely.) He asked
him something about the street; how the market was running; what he knew
about street-railways. Finally he outlined his plan of buying all he could
of the stock of two given lines !* the Ninth and Tenth and the Fifteenth and
Sixteenth !* without attracting any attention, if possible. It was to be
done slowly, part on !.change, part from individual holders. He did
not tell him that there was a certain amount of legislative pressure he
hoped to bring to bear to get him franchises for extensions in the regions
beyond where the lines now ended, in order that when the time came for them
to extend their facilities they would have to see him or his sons, who
might be large minority stockholders in these very concerns. It was a
far-sighted plan, and meant that the lines would eventually drop into his
or his sons!/ basket.</p><p>She went onward, avoiding the village of
Falkland, and took a footpath which led through the park. Catharine
breathed freely, and blessed God when she saw her lost in the distance. It
was another anxious hour for Catharine which occurred before the escape of
the fugitive was discovered. This happened so soon as the dey girl, having
taken an hour to perform a task which ten minutes might have accomplished,
was about to return, and discovered that some one had taken away her grey
frieze cloak. A strict search was set on foot; at length the women of the
house remembered the glee maiden, and ventured to suggest her as one not
unlikely to exchange an old cloak for a new one. The warder, strictly
questioned, averred he saw the dey woman depart immediately after vespers;
and on this being contradicted by the party herself, he could suggest, as
the only alternative, that it must needs have been the
devil.</p></font></p>
