Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush

that the Kildrummie passengers could be entrained at the Junct

to groups to discuss the cattle sale at leisure, while Peter, the factotum of the little Kildrummie branch, drove

as if ye were a puir cottar body that hed selt her ae coo, and us twal meenutes la

ud think he wes a mail gaird tae hear him speak. Mind ye, a'm no gain' tae shove ahint if the engine sticks, for I hae

aft, for he had detected a w

vagin' about there for out o' a body

her face, and his mann

dna ken ye at the moment, but a' hea

'ill hear naething but Drumsheugh's stirks; ye 'ill maybe be

enerally in fine trim on the way up, and took ample revenge for the insults of the departure. But it was supposed that Peter had taken Drumsheu

ll the fouk get awa', and the guid wife and me wud be prood if ye took a cup o' tea wi's afore ye

ge in such hot haste that his

hty fouk wud say onything aboot her. Weel, she's in the train, and a've asked her up tae rest, and she was gled tae come, puir thing

city ladies; but the motherly grip of Mary

sed if ye would dae it ony time yer traivellin'. The rail is by ordinar' fateegin', and a cup o' tea

ie branch beyond ridicule for ever, and on this great event he continued without intermission

veesit. Bring the auld man wi' ye next time ye're passing, t

allous and rough with the turning o

ter Bruce, but a poor girl that iss in trouble. I hef not the words

y home; the first time he s

e kerridge o' Drumtochty lads, and no

page he drew his h

be kind tae her, for she's sair brok

her troubled conscience omens of judgment. Had it not been for the kindness of Peter Bruce, which was a pledge of human forgiveness, there would have been no heart in her to dare that wood, and it was with a sob of relief she escaped from the shadow and looked upon the old glen once more, bathed from end to end in the light of the harvest moon. Beneath her ran our little river, spanned by its quaint old bridge; away on the right the Parish Kirk peeped out from a clump of trees; half way up the glen the clachan lay surrounded by patches of corn; and beyond were the moors, with a shepherd's cottage that held her heart. Two hours ago squares of light to

bondage God

at dreame

ith laughter

ue with

f the flowers went up

entrance, then it had been better for her to have died in London. A turn of the path brought her within sight of the cottage, and her heart came into her mouth, for the kitchen window was a blaze of light. One moment she feared Lachlan might be ill, but in the next she understood, and in the greatness of her joy she ran the rest of the wa

n, who had never even kissed her all the days of her youth, clasped her in his arms and sobbe

"it iss the best of all languages for loving. There are fifty words for da

hat he had not seen the signs of sore sickness on Flora's face,

t iss good for you to rest. There iss a man in the clachan I

after Thou hast brought her back and hast opened my heart.... Take her not till she hass seen that I love her.... Give me time to do her kindness for the past wh

hich was as the sun in its strength, let light into the room where Lachlan sat at

oth country fouk haena been feeding ye ower weel, or maybe it was the toon air. It never agrees wi' me. A'm hal

no man could do it better or quicker, alth

r with a face that wud sour milk? What ails ye, man?

body hes a bit whup o' illness in Drumtocht

er to Flora's side,

, and a'll warrant Flora 'ill be in kirk afore Martinmas, an' ki

eck, and draws down his face to hers,

the Moray Firth and sweeps doon Badenoch, and comes ower the moor o' Rannoch and across the Grampians. There's the salt o' the sea, and the caller air o' the hills, and the sm

arts glad this day,

e door, "and I am c

s dune me a warld o' guid tae see Flora in her hame again, and I'll gie Marget Howe a cr

lora told her the h

animals will hurt you. No, the big highlanders will only look at you and go away to their pasture. But it iss weary to be in London and no one to speak a kind word to you, and I will be looking at the crowd that iss always passing, and I will not see one kent face, and when I looked in at the lighted windows the people were all sitting round the table, but there wass no place for me. Millions and millions of people, and not one to say 'Flora,' and not one sore heart if I died that night. Then a strange thing happened, as you will be considering, but it iss good to be a Highlander, for we see visions. You maybe know that a wounded deer will try to hide herself, and I crept into the shadow of a church, and wept. Then the

fountain fill

wass one short, does he not go out to the hill and seek for it?' and I will see my father coming back with that lamb that lost its mother. My heart wass melting within me, but he will still be pleading, 'If a father had a child, and she left her home and lost herself in the wicked city, she will still be remembered in the old house, and her chair will be there,' and I will be seeing my father all alone with the Bible before him, and the dogs will lay their heads on his knee, but there iss no Flora. So I slipped out into the darkness an

, 'Keep up your heart, lass, there's a good time coming,' and Peter Bruce will be waiting for me at the Junction, and a gentle man iss Peter Bruce, and Maister Moncur will be singing a psa

t be telling," said Lachlan, c

ister where his daughter's name had been erased; then he

be able to forg

and Flora wrote for a minut

d, this was what he re

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