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lf that he did not know what to do, but he also told himself that he would be a fool to do practically the same thing that he had done before. He passe

ch his terrified imagination pictured her marching along presently, bearing the baby aloft in her arms, and dragging him on a dog-chai

of man and virile heart of three-and-twenty. It is in such plain terms that one must describe this noble creature; words in half-tones are unworthy of the theme. Being introduced by Alice Urquhart, Guthrie Carey, in a sense, expanded on the spot into a fresh stage, a larger scope of being, with his unleaping recognition of

ling affection, yet with the tolerant air of good-nature that does not run to gush. The children gathered round her, and hung upon h

ne greeting her, Guthr

Mr Carey,

of her, went out to him as if she had really known him-"it is on Mr Carey's acco

hing to take every Five Creeks visitor to Redford as soo

he is not able to get about as he used, poor old man-hears that you belong to a family at

he sailor, stil

ever were such people, apparently-and when he heard your name, and got the idea that you were of the clan, nothing wo

her was born

of course. I hope you know the place?" "I have seen it. But my grandfather

ber all you know that's nice about the Hall and the family. Did you ever

er. She was pointed out to me last time I was at

n. It is for her sake he wants you to talk Wellwood with. If you spoil

" Guthrie smiled, comi

she, and turned from him

m tomorrow," Alice s

" said the visit

small chance of getting it where Deborah Pennycuick was, and she

er your coming th

aid Mr Urquh

was evident

the conversation, in which she was incapable of taking a brilliant part. Jim, in the host's place, sat dumb and still, except for his alertness in anticipating his guest's

he put on her se

id to Jim. "I'll just ride ahead,

id Alice. "I'll drive Mr Car

g Deborah Pennycuick when

out, "and you'll do it quicker if I

ent her springing to the saddle from his horny palm like a bird let out of it, and they watched in silence while she crossed tw

rie Carey ejaculate

he country," Jim Urquhart comme

n, who talked little, and less of Deborah Pennyc

ty!" the sailor added, i

ing deeply in his beard: "She i

hand from her eyes, and turne

e was, even then, with her black eyes, that stared up at me as much as to say: 'Who are you, I'd like to know?' Dear, it seems like yesterday, and it's nigh twenty years ago. All poor Sally Pennycuick's girls are good girls, and the youngest is g

at friends. On them had devolved the drudgery of the pioneer home-making without its romance; they had had, year in, year out, the task of 'shepherding' two headstrong and unthrifty men, wh

ing, I presume?" Guthrie entice

never was a child in this world so spoiled. But spoiling's good for her, she says. It's to be hoped so, for spoiling she'll have to the end of the chapter. She's born to get the best of everything, is Debbie Pennycuick. Fortunately, her father's rich, though not so rich as he used to be; and when she leaves her beautiful home, it'll be to go to another as good, or better. She's got to marry well, that girl; she

ich his mother alluded to. She, agitated by the movement, and without completing her sentence

all the hard work, but it is Deb who makes the house what it is. After she came home from school she got her father to build the new part. Since then they have had much more company than they used to have. Mary, who had been out for some ye

's complexion

h vanity-one can't be surprised-and is very dictatorial and overbearing; you could see that at

nk Miss Debo

orphan asylums in the world, if she could. I always tell her that her mission in life is to ru

him home to my own people." The idea was an inspiration of the desperate moment. How to put it into practice he knew not, and she tried to show him that it was impracticable; but he stuck to it as to a life-buoy. He would wri