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"He wouldn't leave me alone," says Posh. "It was 'yew must ax yar faa'er this, an' yew must let yar mother that, and yew mustn't dew this here, nor yit that theer. At last I up an' says, 'Theer! I ha' paid ivery farden o' debts. Look a here. Here be the receipts. Now I'll ha'e no more on it. And I slammed my fist down like this here." "'Oh dear! oh dear, Posh! says he.

Every time they heard it, it cut the veins of his listeners with a start of fear it leapt so suddenly. "Ha'e, sir!" he cried. John raised his dull, white face and looked across at the bumper which his father poured him. But he felt the limbs too weak beneath him to go and take it. "Bide where ye are!" sneered his father, "bide where ye are! I'll wait on ye; I'll wait on ye.

But I maun haud my tongue the nicht, for I wad fain ye had a guid sleep, an' I'm needin' ane sair mysel', for I'm no sae yoong as I ance was, an' I ha'e been that anxious aboot ye, Ma'colm, 'at though I never hed ony feelin's, yet, noo 'at a' 's gaein' richt, an' ye're a' richt, and like to be richt for ever mair, my heid's just like to split. Gang yer wa's to yer bed, and soon may ye sleep.

"Does he mean to think I'm goin' to see decent folk starve afore my e'en?" he asked after a while, pausing to wipe the sweat from his eyes. "No' damned likely! Things ha'e come to a fine pass when folk are compelled to look at other folk starvin' an' no' gi'e them a crust."

An' so ye ha'na' found him?" "Oh, sister, my hairt's heavy an' sair. I canna' thole to tell ye." "But ye maun do't, an' the sooner ye tell't the sooner ye'll ha'e it over." "He was na' there. Oh, Ellen, Ellen! He'd gone to America! I'm afraid the Elder is right an' Hester has gone home to get her death blow. Why were we so precipitate in lettin' her go?"

"I've faught on land, I've faught at sea, At hame I faught my aunty, O; But I met the deevil and Dundee On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O. An' ye had been where I had been, Ye wad na be sae cantie, O; An' ye had seen what I ha'e seen On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O."

"Never saw it so bad; yet it's only comin' on. "Guess you'll ha'e to stop wi' us the night, George." " And welcome," put in his good lady. "There's always a spare bed for George Bremner in this house. Eh! Andrew." "Ay, ay!" remarked the old man, reflectively. "We're no' havin' ye drooned goin' away frae this place, that I'm tellin' ye." Like me, Rita was a child of stress and storm.

Whereupon Mrs. Bluebeard, waving her late lord and master farewell, prepared to beat up a luscious eggnog. Sandy Macpherson came home after many years and met his old sweetheart. Honey-laden memories thrilled through the twilight and flushed their glowing cheeks. "Ah, Mary," exclaimed Sandy, "ye're just as beautiful as ye ever were, and I ha'e never forgotten ye, my bonnie lass."

"It's a' richt talkin' about a union, but the mair ye fecht the mair ye're oppressed. The bosses ha'e the siller, an' they can ay buy the brains to serve them." Geordie made no reply, for he knew from experience that it was only too true. "Just look at young Jamie Soutar," continued Tam. "He is yin o' the cleverest men i' the country.

"Perhaps somebody played a practical joke on you. The Green Lady is Glencardine's favourite spectre, isn't she perfectly harmless, I mean?" "Ay, miss. Lots o' folk saw her ten year syne. But nooadays she seems to ha'e been laid. Somebody said they saw her last Glesca holidays, but I dinna believe 't." "Neither do I, Stewart.