Foes

th the Scots family returned after long abode in England. Archibald Touris spent money with a cautious freedom. He set a table and poured a wine better by half than might be found

s than the accompanying limitations.

large, humorous mouth toward Strickland if he were by. Admirable as she was, it was curious to see the difference between her method, if method there were, and that of Mrs. Alison. The latter showed no effort, but where she was there fell harmony. William Jardine liked her, liked to be in the room with her. His great frame and her slight one, his rough, massive, somewhat unshaped personalit

ome unknown seam of time. If they had differences, these apparently only served in themselves to keep them revolving the one about the other. They might almost quarrel, but never enough to drag their two orbs apar

endent of home discipline that that independence was to a degree already allowed. Black Hill did not often question Ian's comings and goings, nor Glenfernie Alexander's. The school-room s

from Mrs. Alison's parlor the two going down the avenue, the

Jonathan, and

e to conflict about the kingdom, what then,

ppose, and waited for them until t

"you're one I can foll

nly that the earth about

ts one street, its few poor lanes, up a bare hillside to the church atop. Poor and rude enough, it had yet to-day its cheerful air. High voices called, flaxen-haired children pottered about, a mill-wheel creaked at the

low-haired bride in her finery, the yellow-haired groom in his, the dressed and festive following, stepped from the kirkyard to some waiting carts and horses. The most mounted and took place, the procession put itsel

ck Wilson and Janet

nst the kirkyard wal

trange, terrible,

't kno

do you ever think tha

now. I'm l

ived before. I think that th

" said Ian. "Come along, if w

ll. The wheel turned, the water diamonds dropped in sheets. Their busy, idle day took them on; they were now in bare, heathy country with the breathing, winey air. Presently White Farm could be seen among aspens, and beyond it the wooded mouth of the glen. Some one, whistling,

, the bot

exander, "from Littlefarm.-You

day for a wedding! You've got with you the new la

ike

yself," said Greenlaw, "for grandeurs, though we've none at all at Littlefa

father for Mr. Barrow. But after that we're

e the devil's counsel about setting foot in places bad for good clothes! So I'll give myself the pleasure

!" said Alexande

is

was parted from White Farm. It's over y

e-mannere

as any, and a notion of what's a man, besides. He's b

Ian. "That is, with reservations of

house faced them, long and low, white among trees from which the leaves were falling. Alexan

kirk, sternly religious, able at his own affairs, he read his Bible and prospered in his earthly living. Now he listened to the laird's message, nodding his head, but saying little. His staff was in his hand; he was on his way to kirk session; tell the laird that the account was co

lemen bide a wee and rest their banes and tell

nfolk," said Jarvis Barrow. "But give me pardo

and a collie with him. Jenny, hi

ir, and have a crack with us! We're in t

heart than head. It was a saying with her that she had brains enough for kirk on the Sabbath and a

th the turf without the open door. The sun flooded it. There came

, will ye

for my