The Man From Glengarry

wife's niece, Maimie St. Clair, who had come from her home in a Western city to meet him. Her father, Eugene St.

ed out from her beautiful home, leaving with her broken-hearted husband her little boy and a baby girl two weeks old. Then Eugene St. Clair besought his sister to come out from England and preside over his home and care for hi

as she could bear to allow the approach of "commerce," which her brother represented. She supposed, of course, there must be people to carry on the trades and industries of the country-very worthy people, too-but these were people one could not be expected to know. Miss St. Clair thanked heaven that she had had the advantages of an English education and up-bringing, and she lamented the stubborn democratic opinions of her brother, who insisted that Harry should attend

nk of his people

rreverent nephew; "I don

u don't expect to m

ople are. Besides, I think his governor is a fine

positively dreadful. Why can't you make friends in you

Clair gave up her nephew as impossible. But Billie did not repeat his visit to his friend Harry's home. Miss Fran

ew waltzes and marches from the best composers, her piece de resistance, however, being "La Priere d'une Vierge." She carried with her from school a portfolio of crayons of apparently very ancient and very battered castles; and water-colors of landscapes, where the water was quite as solid as the land. True, she was quite unable to keep her own small accounts, and when her father chanced to ask her one day to do for him a simple addition, he was amazed to find that only after the third attempt did she get it right; but, in the eyes of her aunt, these were quite unimportant deficiencies, and for young ladies she was not sure but that the keeping of accounts and the adding of figures wer

sit the manse in the backwoods, it was only when the girl's pale cheek and languid air awakened he

d the March winds, they would have easily passed for young Indians. Hughie's clothes were a melancholy and fluttering ruin; and while Ranald's stout homespun smock and trousers

time, and we made heaps of sugar, and I've brought you a whole lot." He drew out of his pockets

replied, "speak to

little hand very gingerly in her fingers. But Hughie was determined to do his duty to the full, even though Ranald was present, and shaking his cousin's hand with gre

rself blushing under his keen gaze. But when Mrs. Murray presented Ranald to her niece, it was his turn to blush and feel awkward, as he came forward with a triangular sort of movement

r abruptly to Mrs. Murray, said: "We were thinking that Friday

e minister's wife; "and it is

and seeing the dark flush on Ranald'

" she said, kindly; "I have got some

e wait a moment. "Thank you, ma'am,"

wo or three books and some magazines. "These," she said, handing him the books, "are some of Walter Scott's.

n, with a bow to the company, and without looking at Maimie again, he left the room, with Hughie

do anything. He can make a splendid bed of balsam brus

nderful boy he must be, Hughie," said Maimie,

hie, stoutly. "He is the best, b

" said Maimie; "you wouldn'

plendid," said Hughie

, mimicking Ranald's Highland tongue, a trick at w

aded snip!" cried Hughie, in a ra

her golden hair, so Hugh

tress Murray?" went on Maimie, mimicking Ranald so c

hreat or warning, he seized a dipper of water and threw it over Maimie, soa

had disappeared; "Ranald is his hero, a

hero, auntie," said Maimie,

quietly. "Ranald has noble qualities,

d put himself between her and the pursuing wo

d, "why in the world do

said the minister, who

ul places where

the story from his wife the night before. "But it would need a man

at her husband. "You see, Maimie, we live in 'those places';

night with those two boy

ear a fire, and the boys have their dogs and guns,"

would not trust him too far. He is just

or his father either, for that matter. I never did till this

d they keep aloof from the means of grace? They are a godless l

d Mrs. Murray, "I believ

ot all that other people have? Macdonald Dubh is rarely seen at the services

hey will improve. I believe Ranald would

and up on the table before a hundred men after a logging and danc

," said his wife,

aid Maimie; "they are so awk

le who are not too sure of themselves, and I think

rt, I think he is a daring young rascal; and indeed, if there is any mi

anald is a BAD boy," said

m last year so that the saw-mill could not run for a week? Who a

ptuously; "great, big, soft lump, that he is

there wasn't a pane left?" pursued the m

ke the church windows, pap

r? Who did it, then?

d, anyway," said

Tell me that," sa

estigation into the window-breaking episode, of which Hughie had made full confession to

you'll find that your Ranald is not the modest, shy, gentle youn

"he has no mother, and his fathe

," assented her husband,

ghie to sing the praises of his hero and recount his many adventures. She was glad, too, that her aunt had fixed the sugaring-off for a time when she could be present. But neither at church on Sunday nor during the week that followed did she catch sight of his face, and though Hughie came in with excited reports now and then o