The White People

n we went back to the castle. As we entered the hall I heard the sound of a d

Gelert. Is he sh

ged to Feargus and was his heart's friend.

e he answered me, with

ing for his master. We were obl

ave reached here by thi

almost at my elbow. He had that moment come

kept his hand on my arm when we all stood together inside, Hector and I looking

went to see his mother last night and came back late across the moor. There was a heavy mist, and he must

ed. "I saw him an hour ago. He passed us playing on his pipes. He was playing a new

od still and watched me, and even in my excitem

near," I protested. "I called to him, and he took off his bonnet, though he did

in Hector's look ch

m, didn't you?"

asking each other to decide some grave th

"I neither saw nor heard him, e

pt a sort of tender, awed gaze fixed on me. "You remember I even noticed that he looked

lf and I stopped. I began to re

again as quietly a

id-"neither Jean nor I. But you did. You have always s

whisper. "I have always seen what you o

nly to open and shine before me. Not places to shrink back from-oh no! no! One could be sure, then-SURE! Fear

e White People," He

mbered. Later the two began to believe I had a sight they had not. The night before Wee Brown Elspeth had been brought to me Angus had read for the first time the story of Dark Malcolm, and as they sat near me on

atives because they knew they would dislike to hear it and would not believe, and also would dislike me as a queer, abnormal creature. Angus had fears of what they migh

has not learned all the laws of nature yet. Nature's a grand, rich, endless thing, always unrolling her scroll with writings that seem new on it. T

lies, and of the Wisdom of the universe and the promises of the splendors of it, and which even those of us who think ourselves the most believing neither wholly believe nor will unde

verse in Isaiah: 'Behold the former things are come to pass and new things do I declare; befo

full of such deep sayings, and

y be commanded, distance conquered, motion chained and utilized; but he, the one CONSCIOUS force, has never yet begun to suspect that of all others he may be the one as yet the least explored. How do we know that there does not lie in each of us a wholly natural but, so fa

time making a clock that went wrong as often? Nay, nay! We shall learn better than this as time goes on. And we'd better be beginning and setting our minds to work on it. 'Tis for us to do-the minds of us. And what's the mind of us but the Mind that made us? Sim

terrace under stars which seemed listening things, and we

you sat in your corner that I thought at first you were almost a child. Then a far look in your eyes made me begin to watch you. You were so sorry for the poor woman that you coul

to me. I did not know what I believed. But you spoke so simply, and I knew you were speaking the truth. Then you spoke just as naturally of Wee Brown Elspeth. That startled me because not long before I

lete than we are, clearer-eyed and nearer, nearer, I should begin to feel that he was not going-out. I should begin to feel a reality and nearness myself. Ah, Ysobel! How we

. "She was there, smiling up at

quite enough, even if the rest thought it only the weird fancy of a queer girl who had lived alone and given rein to her silliest imaginings. I wanted to tell it, howsoever poorly and ineffectively it was done. Since I

he way it

gether at Muircarrie. We saw every beauty and shared ev

me back to the castle; and, because the sunset was of such unearthly radiance and changing wonder we sat on th

for dinner, Hector lingered a little beh

because I saw he was still sitting there. I went to the stone balustrad

ing that he had gone. He was more beautiful than any human creature I had ever seen before. But It

r son's side in the bedroom whose windows looked over the moor. I am not going to say one word of what had come between the two sunsets. Mrs. MacNairn and I had clung-and

wilight's self. And there came back to me the memory of what Hector had said as we stood on the golden patch of gorse when the mist had for a moment or so blown aside, what he had said of man's awakening, an

tood-and

all see him many times again. And when