A Daughter of Fife

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ion. There was not a word of truth in this story. John Campbell was the youngest son of Campbell of Drumloch, a gentleman of ancient lineage, and of considerable wealth. Alexander, his elder son, inherited from him the castle of Drumloch and the lands pertaining to the name and the estate; to hi

was much embarrassed, the child was a delicate girl of nine years. But when ten years had passed the conditions of both were changed; Mary Campbell had grown to

It would keep the old family and name, in the old home. It had been his brother's dying wish. He might buy his son a much larger and finer estate, but with gold he could not buy the family associations, and the long

his memory. A bluebell or a bit of heather can bring tears to his eyes; and the lilt of a Jacobite song make his heart thrill with an impossible loyalty. Those who saw John Campbell on the Broomilaw would have judged him to be a man indifferent to all things but money and bills of lading. Those who saw him softly stepping through the old halls of Drumloch, or standing almost reverently before the hard grim faces of his ancestors, would have called him an

summate the hopes for which he had toiled and planned. He explained them fully to his son, and then said, "N

were uttered. Probably, it was but the development of an antagonism that had been

"A good wife and an old and honorable esta

Drumloch, sir." John C

ook violently. "Do you m

years for a disappoint

wasted to pleasur

ry a woman I do not love,

red at his own obstinacy. Before his father had so broadly stated the case to him, he had rather liked his cousin. She was a calm, cheerful, sensible girl, with very beautiful eyes, and that caressing, thoughtful manner which is so comfortable in household life. He b

r the present he knew it was. He decided to leave home for a few months, and when the subject was opened again to be himself the person to move the question. He felt that in the

was sure that it was about money, for evidently Allan had lived an extravagant life when he was abroad. So, when he said

g at it, and touching it. If you have a quarrel with uncle, let it rest, and then it

lt all the kindness of the question. He took her hand

y, Mary. I only ask for

yours. Do no

shall hear f

the idea upon future reflection-arrange the whole matter with Mary, and return home

which place the latter was going to sail for London. As he stood watching the vessel away, his hat blew off and a fisherman brought it back to him. It was Will Johnson of Pittenloch, and he was not a man to whom Allan felt he could offer mon

ve not a native longing for t

the great,

lover of me

wind rose, and it was with some difficulty the harbor was made. But during the rough journey Allan got very near to the men in the boat; he looked f

f he lived for a century Allan knew that he would never forget that first walk to Promoters-the big fisherman at his side, the ocean roaring in his ears, the lights from the cottage windows dully gleaming thro

ilosophies and musical ideas had fascinated him; in Rome he had dreamed in old temples, and painted and smoked with the artists in their lofty shabby studios. He was

n shoreward, and feel the smell of the peat smoke on the south-west wind, bringing the cottage hearth, and the welcome meal, and the beautiful face of Maggie Promoter nearer. Even when the weather was stormy, and it was a hurl down

omest fisher-lad that ever sailed the Frith of Forth. David and Allan were much together, for David had gone back to the boats as the minister bade him, yet the duty had been made far easier than he expected. For when Allan understood how the Promoters' boat had failed them,

Allan Campbell" was a recognized craft in the fishing fleet, and generally Allan sailed with her as faithfully as if his life depended upon the catching of the gray fish. And when

canny, in the life-like reproduction of themselves and their boats, their bits of cottages, and their bare-footed bairns-in the painted glimpses o

king up" through nature unto nature's God, it was a new doctrine to the Fife fishers; who had always looked for God in their Bibles, a

d, and sae, neither mair nor less than idolatry. Forbye, pictur's are pairfectly ridic'lus," he continued; "what for, will you want the image o' a thing, when you hae the thing itsel'? Joh

e ventured to say that, "there was nae tho

he made o' Largo Bay, that he might just as weel hae bowed doon to it. The Everlasting hills! The everlasting seas!" said the old f

Sabbath day. The house place was spotlessly clean, the evening meal waiting. As soon as David spoke to hi

s a new picture, and he

; "it is the first I have ever tried, and I am so

ight and shade, all its telling contrasts, were used skilfully as a background for Maggie. She was gazing with a white anxious

u think of

nd I wouldna like my sister-no to speak o' my hame-to be turned into siller. And there's mair to say, sir. Some o' oor folk think it isna lawfu' in the sight o' God to mak' the image o' anythin

for all the gold in Scotland. And this is the first time I have heard of your intention r

Dr. Balmuto bid me bide in the boats for a twelve month

" He dropped each word slow

age; but after oor great loss, she wouldna hear tell o' any lad; and the minister

a walk on the beach together.