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^mree had thus metamorphosed hia sister, and who waa not insensible to the advertisement, had come to the rescue with a "Hoot woman! What do you ken of good taste that has never been to the ceety?" And Hob, looking on the girl with pleased smiles, as she timidly displayed her finery in the midst of the dark kitchen, had thus ended the dispute: "The cutty looks weel," he }ad said, "and it's no very like rain. Wear /'them the day, hizzie but it's no a thing to make a practice o\" In the breasts of her rivals, coming to the kirk very conscious of white under-linen, and their faces splendid with much soap, the fight of the toilet had raised a storm of varying emotion, from the mere unenvlous admiration that was expressed in a long-drawn "Eh!" to the angrier feeling that found vent in an emphatic "Set her up!" Her frock was of straw-colored Jaconet muslin, cut low at the bosom and short at the ankle, so as to display her demi-broquins of Regency violet, crossing with many straps upon a yellow cobweb stocking. According to the pretty fashion in which our grandmothers did not hesitate to appear, and our greatAunts went forth .armed for the pursuit and capture of our great-uncles, the dress was drawn up so as to mould the contuor of both breasts, and in the nook between a cairngorm brooch maintained it Here, too, surely in a very enviable position, trembled the nosegay of primroses. She wore on her shoulders—or rather, on her back and not her shoulders, which it scarcely passed—a French coat of sarBenet, tied in front with Margate braces, and of the same color with her violet shoes. About her face clustered a disorder of dark ringlets, a little garland yellow French roses surmounted her row, and the whole was crowned by a Tillage hat of chipped straw. Amongst all

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the rosy and all the weathered faces that surrounded her in church, she glowed like an open flower—girl and raiment, and the ?alrngorm that caught the daylight and returned It in a fiery flash, and the threads Of bronze atld gold that played In her hair.

Archie was attracted by the bright thing like a child. He looked at her again and yet Mfcalh, and their looks crossed. The lip was Mlfted from her little teeth. He saw the [red blood work vividly under her tawny [skin. Her eye, which was great as a stag's,

Struck and held his gaze. He knew who •he must be—Klrstle, tthe of the harsh diminutive, his housekeeper's niece, the sister i»f the rustic prophet, Sim—and he found in [ler the answer to his wishes.

Christina felt the shock of their encoun-

terlng glances, and seemed to rise, clothed smiles, into a region of the vague and rlght. But the gratification was not more tqatelte than it was brief. She looked

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away abruptly, and immediately began to Jlarae herself for that abruptness. She what she should have done, too late— •urned slowly with her nose la the air. lAnd meantime his look waa net removed. |tit continued to play upon her like a battery of cannon constantly al. „ed. and now

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teemed to isolate her alone with him, and bw seemed to uplift her, r. on a pillory, the congregation. Fcr Archie conlnu, 1 to drink her In with his eyes, even a wayfarer comes to a well-head on a 'a^tmtnJfc. and stoops his f^ce. and with thirst unassuageable. In the \her little breasts tfte fiery eye of

Vuid the pale florets of primrose n$tm. He saw the breasts heave bikers shake with the heaving, jled what should so much disgirl. And Christina was con•a*3

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thing of an ear that peepher ringlets she was conscious

"ranging color, conscious of her unly breath. Like a creature tracked, down, surrounded, she sought in a «en ways to give herself a countenance. j»e used her handkerchief—it was a really |te one—then she desisted in a panic: "He' fuld only think I was too warm." She to reading In the metrical pealms. and remembered it was sermon-time. Last |te put a "sugar-bool" in her mouth, and next moment repented of the step. It such a homely-like thing! Mr. Archie

Mid never be satin* sweeties in kirk I. with a palpable effort, she swallowed [whole, and her color flamed high. At signal of distress Archie awoke to a of his ill-behavior. What had he »n doing? He had been exquisitely rude church to the niece of his house-keeper had stared like a lackey and a libertine a beautiful and modest girl. It was Mlble. It was even likely. h« would be f*»vnted to her after service in the kirk d. and then how was he to look? And |re was no excuse. He had irnrked the letta of her shame, of her increasing tern Hon. and he was such a fool that he not understood &em. Shame bowed in down, and he looked resolutely at Mr. "ance who little supposed, good, worman. as he continued to expound Justion by faith, what was his true bustto play the part of derivative to a of children at the old gaatc of falling )*a fbristlna was greatly relieved at first, eeotod to her that she was clothed in. 8he looked hack oe what had

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sugar bool. Mrs. McTaggart, the elder's wife in St Enoch's, took them often. And if he had looked at her, what was more natural than that a young gentleman should look at the best dressed girl in church? And at the same time, she knew far otherwise, she knew there was nothing casual or ordinary in the look, and valued herself on its memory like a decoration. Well, it was a blessing he found something else to look at. And presently she began to have other thoughts. It was necessary, she fancied, that she should put herself rlg'ut by a repetition of the incident, better managed. If the wish was father to the thought, she did not know or she would not recognise it It was simply as a manoeuvre of propriety, as something called for to lessen the significance of what had gone before, that she should a second time meet his eyes, and this time without blushing. And at the memory of the blush, she blushed again, and became one general blvsh burning from head to foot. Was ever anything so indelicate, so farward, done by a girl before? And here she was, making an exhibition of herself before the congregation about nothing! She stole a glance upon her neighbors and behold! they were steadily indifferent, and Clem had gone to sleep. And still the one idea was becoming more and more potent with her, that in common prudence she must look again before the service ended. Something of the same sort was going forward in the mind of Archie, as he struggled with the load of penitence. So it chanced that, in the flutter of the moment when the last psalm was given out, and Torrance was reading the verse, and the leaves of every psalm-book in church were rustling under busy fingers, two stealthy glances were sent out like antennae among the pews and on the indifferent and absorbed occupants, and drew timidly nearer to the straight line between Archie and Christina, They met, they lingered together for the least fraction of time, and that was enough. A charge as of electricity passed

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through Christina, and behold! the leaf of her psalm-book was torn across. Archie was outside by the gate of the graveyard, conversing with Hob and the minister and shaking hands all around with the scattering congregation, when Clem and Christina were brought up to be presented. The laird took off his hat and bowed to her with grace and respect. Christina made her Glasgow curtsey to the laird and went on again up the road for Hermiston and Cauldstaneslap, walking fast, breathing hurriedly with a heightened color, and in this strange frame of mind, that when she was alone she seemed in high happiness, and when anyone addressed her she resented it like a contradiction. A part of the way she had the company of some neighbor girls atad &> loutish young man never had they seemed so insipid, never had she made herself so disagreeable. But these struck aside to their various destinations or were out-walked and left behind and when she had driven off with sharp words the proffered convoy of some of her nephews and nieces, she was free to go alone up Hermiston brae, walking on air, dwelling intoxicated among clouds of happiness. Near to the summit she heard steps behind her, a man's steps, light and very rapid. She knew the foot at once and walked the faster. "It It's me he's wanting he can run for tt," she thought, smiling.

Archie overtook her. like a man whose mind was made up. "Miss KIrstie." he began. "Miss Christina, if you please, Mj Weir," she interrupted. "I cannae bear the contraction." "You forget It has a friendly sound for me. Your aunt is an old friend of mine and a very good one. I hope we shall see much of you at Hermiston?" "My aunt and my slster-th-law doesnae agree very well. No that I have much ado with It. But still when I'm stopping in the house, if I was to be visiting my aunt, It would not look considerate-like." "I am sorry," ssld Archie. "I thank you kindly. Mr. Weir," she said. "I whiles think myself It's a great peety." "Ah. 1 am sure your voice would always be for peace!" he cried. "I wouldnae be too sore of that," she said. "I have my days like other folk, I suppose." "Do you know, in our old kirk, among our good old grey dames, you made an effect like sunshine." "Ah. bat that would be my Glasgow clothes!" "I did not think I was so much under the inflv of pretty frocks."

She si with a half look at him. "There's more than you!" she said. "But you see Tm only Cinderella. I'll have to tot all these things by In my trunk next 8unday I'll he as grey as the rest They're Glasgow clothes, you see, add it would never do to make a practice of it It would seem terrible conspicuous."

By that, they were come to the place where their ways severed. The old grey moors were all about them in the midst a few sheep wandered and they oould see ob the one hand the straggling caravan scaling the braes la front of them for Gaald•taneaUp. and on the other, the contingent from Hermiston heading off and beginning to disappear by detachments into the policy gate. It was in these circumstances that they turned to say farewell, and deliberately exchanged a glance as they shook hatwis. Alt passed as It shonld. genteelly and in Christ! na mind, as she mounted the first

steep ascent for Cauldstaneslap. a gratifying sense of triumph prevailed over the recollection of minor lapses and mistakes. She had kilted her gown, as she did usually at that rugged pass hut when she spied Archie still standing and gazing after her, the skirts came down again as if by enchantment Here was a piece of nicety for that upland parish, where the matrons marched with their coats kilted in the rain, and the lasses walked barefoot to kirk through the dust of summer, and went bravely down by the burn-side, and sat on stones to make a public toilet before entering! It was perhaps an air wafted from Glasgow or perhaps^^narked a stage of that dizziness of y6d vanity, in whioh the instinctive a' yAssed unperceived. He was looking at*' She unloaded her bosom of a prodigior ,,slgh that was all pleasure, and betook herself to run. When she had overtaken the stragglers of her family, she caught up the niece whom she had so recently repulsed, and kissed and slapped her, and drove her away again, and ran after her with pretty cries and laughter. Perhaps she thought the laird might still be looking! But it chanced the little scene came under the view of eyes less favorable for she overtook Mrs. Hob marching with Clem and Dand. "You're shurely fey, lass!" quoth Dandie. "Think shame to yersel' miss!" said the strident Mrs. Hob. "Is this the gait to guide yersel* on the way hame frae kirk? You're shurely no sponsible the day! And anyway I would mind my guid claes." "Hoot!" said Christina, and went an before them head in air, treading the rough track with the tread of a wild doe.

She was in love with herself, her destiny, the air of the hills, the benediction of the sun. All the way home, she continued under the Intoxication of these sky-scrapping spirits. At table she could talk freely of young Hermiston gave her opinion of him off-hand and with a loud voice, that he was a handsome young gentleman, real well mannered and sensible-like, but it was a pity he looked doleful. Only—the moment after—a memory of his eyes in church embarrassed her. But for this inconsiderable check, all through meal-time she had a good appetite, and she kept them laughing at table, until Gib (who had returned before them from Crossmichael and his separative worship) reproved the whole of them for their levity.

Singing "In to herself" as she went, her mind still in the turmoil of a glad con fusion, the most beautiful of her sex by her victories at the kirk, the gayest by her more recent triumphs in the bosom of her own family, she rose and tripped upstairs to a little loft, lighted by four panes in the gable, where she slept with one of her nieces. The niece, who followed her, presuming on "Auntie's" high spirits, was flounced out of the apartment with small ceremony, and retired smarting and half tearful, to bury her woes in the byre among the hay. Still humming, Christina divested herself of her finery, and put her treasures one by one In her great green trunk. The last of these was the psalmbook it was a fine piece, the gift of Mistress Clem, in distinct old-faced type, on paper that had begun to grow foxy in the warehouse—not by service—and she was used to wrap it in a handkerchief every Sunday after its period of service was over, and bury it end-wise at the head of her trunk. As stye now took it in hand the book fell open where the leaf was torn, and she stood and gazed upon that evidence of her bygone discomposure. There returned again the vision of the two brown eyes staring at her, intent and bright, out of that dark corner of the kirk. The whole appearance and attitude, the smile, the suggested gesture of young Hermiston came before her In a flash at the sight of the torn page. "I was surely fey!" she said, echoing the words of Dandle, and at the suggested doom her high spirits deserted her. She flung herself prone upon the bed, and lay there, holding the psalmbook in her hands for hours, for the more part in a mere stupor of unconsenting pleasure and unreasoning fear. The fear was superstitious there came up again and again in her memory Dandle's'ill-omened words, and a hundred grisly and black tales out of the immediate neighborhood read her a commentary on their force: The pleasure was never realised. Ton might say the Joints of her body thought and remembered, and were gladdened, but her essential self, in the immediate theatre of consciousness, talked fev^-lshly of something else, like a nervous person at a fire. The Image that she most complacently dwelt on was that of Miss Christina in her character of the Fair Lass of Cauldstaneslap carrying all before her In the strawcolored frock, the violet mantle, and the yellow cobweb stockings. Archie's image, on the other hand, when It presented itBelf was never welcomed—far less welcomed with any ardor, and it was exposed at times to merciless criticism. In the long, vague dialogues she held In her mind, often with Imaginary, often with unrealised Interlocutors, Archie, if he were referred to at all, came In for savage handling. He was described as "looking like a stork," "staring like a caulf," "a face like a ghalst's." "Do you call that manners?" she said or, "I soon put him in his place." 'Miss Christina, if you please, Mr. Weir!' says I, and Just flyped up my skirt tails." With gabble like this she would entertain herself long whiles together, and then lrer eye wouljl perhaps fall on the torn leaf, and the eyes of Archie woual appear fgiln from the darkness of the wall, and the voluble words deserted her, and she would lie still and stupid, and think upon nothing with devotion, and be sometimes raised by a quiet sigh. Had a doctor of medicine come Into that loft he would have diagnosed a healthy, well-developed, eminently vivacious lass lying on ber face in a fit of the sulks not one who had just contracted, or was just contracting, a mortal sickness of the mind which should yet carry her towards death and despair. Had It been a doctor of psychology, he might have been pardoned for divining in the girl a passion of childish vanity, self-love in excelsis, and no more. It Is to he understood I have been painting chaos and describing the inarticulate. Every lineament that appears too precise, almost every word used too strong. Take a finger-post In the mountains on a day of rolling mists I have but copied the names that appear upon the pointers, the names of definite and famous cities far distant, and now perhaps basking in sunshine but Christina remained all these hoars, as tt were, at the foot of the post Itself, not moving, -and enveloped la mutable and blinding wreaths of haze.

The day was growing late and the sunbeams long and level, when she sat suddenly up. and wrapped In Its handkerchief and pat by that psalm-book, which had already played a part so decisive to the first chapter of her love story. In the ihnrnta of the mesmerist's eye, we are told nowadays that the head of a bright nail may fill his {dace, if ft be steadfastly regarded. So that torn page had riveted her attention on what might have been hot little, sad perfargotlao while the omtoaos i—M*-11 ,-f ...JJMW———B—BB—

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words of Dandle—heard, not heeded, and still remembered—had lent to her thoughts, or rather to her mood, a cast of solemnity* and that idea of Fate—a pagan Fate, uncontrolled by any Christian deity, obscure, lawless, and august—moving iadissuadably In the affairs of Christian men. Thus even that phenomenon of love at first sight, which Is so rare and seems so simple and violent, like a disruption of life's tissue, may be decomposed into a sequence of accidents happily concurring.

She put on a grey frock and a pink kerchief, looked at herself a moment with approval in the small square of glass that served her for a toilet mirror, and went softly downstairs through the sleeping house that resounded with the sound of afternoon snoring. Just outside the door, Dandle was sitting with a book In his hand, not, reading, only honoring the Sabbath hy a sacred vacancy of mind. She came near him and stood still. "I'm for off up the mulrs, Dandle," she said.

There was something unusually soft in her tones that made him look up. She was pale, her eyes dark and bright no trace remained of the levity of the morning. "Ay, lass? Ye'll have ye're ups and downs like me, I'm thinkin'," he observed. "What for do ye say that?" she asked "O, for naething," says Dand. "Only I think ye're mair like me than the lave of them. Ye've mair of the poetic temper, tho' Guid kens little enough of the poetic taalent It's an ill gift at the best Look at yoursel*. At denner you were all sunshine and flowers and laughter, and now you're like the s^ar of evening on a lake."

She drank In this hackneyed compliment like wine, and It glowed in her veins. "But I'm saying, Dand"—she came nearer him—"I'm for the mulrs. I must have a bralth of air. If Clem was to be spelrlng for me, try and quaiet him, will ye no?" "What way? said Dandle. "I ken but the ae way, and that's leeln'. I'll say ye had a sair heed, if ye like." "But I havcae," she objected"I daur say not," he returned. "I said I would say ye had and if ye like to naysay me when ye come back, it'll no mateerially maltter, for my chara'ter*s clean gane a'ready past reca'." "O, Dand, are yea leear?" -ahe asked, lingering. "Folks say sae," replied the bard "Wha says sae?" she pursued. "Them that should ken the best,'' he responded. "The lassies, for one." "But, Dand, you would never lee to me?" she asked. "I'll leave that for your pairt of It, ye glrzie," said he. "Ye'll lee to me fast eneuch, when ye hae gotten a Jo. I'm tellin' ye and it's true when you have a jo, Miss Klrstle, it'll be for guid and ill. I ken: I was made that way mysel', but the deil was In my luck! Here, gang awa wi* ye to your jnuirs, and let me be I'm in an" hour of insplrautlon, ye upsetting tawple!"

But she clung to her brother's neighbor hood, she knew not why. "Will ye no gle's a kiss, Dand?" she said. "I aye llkit ye fine."

He kissed her and considered her a mo ment he found something strange in her. But he was a libertine through and through, nourished equal contempt and suspicion ol all womankind, and paid his way among them habitually with idle compliments. "Gae wa' wi' ye!" said he. "You're dentJe baby, and be content wl' that!"

That was Dandie's way a kiss and a com fit to' Jenny—a bawbee and my blessing to Jill—and good night to the whole clan of ye, my dears! When anything approached the.serlous, It became a matter for men, he both thought and said. Women, when they did not absorb, were only children to be shoo'd away. Merely in his character ol connoisseur, however, Dandle glanced carelessly after his sister as she crossed the meadow. "The brat's no that bad!" he thought with surprise, for though he had Just been paying her compliments, he had not really looked at her. "Hey! what's yon?" For the grey dress was cut with short sleeves and skirts, and displayed her trim Strang legs clad in pink stockings of the same shade as the kerchief she wore round her shoulders, and that.shimmered as she went. This was not her way in undress he knew her ways and the ways of the whole sex in the country side, no one better when they did not go barefoot, they wore stout, "rig and furrow" woollen hose of an invisible blue mostly, when they were not black outright and Dandle, at sight this daintiness, put two and two together. It was a silk handkerchief, then they would be silken hose they matched—then the whole outfit was a present of Clem's, a costly present, and not something to be worn through bog and briar, or on a late afternoon of Sunday* He whistled. "My denty May, either your heid'a fair turned, or there's some ongoings!" he observed, and dismissed the subject*

She #ttit sfbwly at first, bat &Vsr straight. er and .faster for the Cauldstaneslap, a pass among the hills to which the farm owed its name. The Slap opened like a doorway between two rounded hillocks and through this ran the short cut to Hermiston. Immediately on the other side It went down through the Dell's Hags, a considerable marshy hollow of the hill tops, full oi springs, and crouching Junipers, and pools where the black peat-water slumbered. There was no view from here. A man might Have sat upon the praying weaver's stone a half century, and seen none but the Cauldstaneslap children twice in the twen-ty-four hours "on their way to the school aM back again. An occasional shepherd, tho irruption of a clan of sheap, or the birds who haunted about the springs, drinking and shrilly piping. So, when she had once passed the Slap, Klrstle was received Into seclusion. She looked back a last time at the farm. It still lay deserted except for the figure of Dandle, who was how seen to be ecrilg&llng In his lap, the hour of expected Insitration having come to him at last. Thfioct she pased rapidly through the morass., and came to the further end of it, where a sluggish burn discharges, and the path for Hermiston acompanies It on the beginning df Its downward path. From this corner a wide view was opened to her of the whole stretch of braes upon the other side, Mill sallow and in places rusty with the winter, with the path marked boldly, here and there by the burn-side a tuft of birches, and—three miles off as the crow flies—from Its enclosures and young plantations the windows of Hermiston glittering in the

Here she sat down and waited, and looked tor a long time at these Jar-away bright panes of slaw. It amused her to have as extended a view, she thought It amused her to see the house of Hermlaton—to see "folkf and there was an Indistinguishable Iremaa ualt, perhaps the gardener, visibly sauntering oa the gravel paths.

By the time the sun was down and all the easterly braaa lay plunged fa elear shadow, she was aware of another figure coming up the path at a moat oneqaal rate of approach, now half running, now panning and aeea» lag to iMMtftata. to Cootisoadj

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BIG FOUR ROUTE

Is the "Best Line" geographically and substantially from all points East. Northeast. North. Northwest and West. Solid trains or magnificent Wggner Buffet Sleeping Cars* Buffet Parlor Cars, elegant Coaches and Dining Cars daily from New York. Boston. Huffulo, Cleveland. Columbus, Sandusky, Chicago. St. Louis. Peoria. Indianapolis and Intermediate points to Cincinnati, where direct connection is made in Central Union Station without transfer across the city, with through trains of PuHi-jan lectin a irs to Jacksonville. via t!i Queen fc Cms"-, nt ltoule and LonlsvlIJi

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Siishvilie Hallway,

For fuM particulars call on agent "Biff Four Route" oi' address?!

E. E. SOUTti, General Agent,

iV t*- K. Martin. Gen. Pass. & Tkt. Agt. E. O. McOormick. Pass. Traffic Mgr.

IF YOy rfANT

THE

BEST GARDEN

to your neighborhood this season PLANT OUR FAMOUS

SeeojSPLANTS all of which art described and illustrated in our beautiful and entirety New Catalogue for 1896. A new feature this season is the Free delivery of Seeds at Catalogue prices to any Post Office. This "New Catalogue we will mail on receipt of a 2-cent stamp, or to those ^ho will slate where they saw this advertisement, the Catalogue will be mailed Free I

PETER HENDERSON & 00.

a«ft 37

Cortlaadt St., VowTozk. 1