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"No, oh, no," murmured Mrs. Carew, still drearily. "Then ARE you going to be always like this?" "Well, of course, if I could find Jamie " "Yes, yes, I know; but, Ruth, dear, isn't there anything in the world but Jamie to make you ANY happy?" "There doesn't seem to be, that I can think of," sighed Mrs. Carew, indifferently. "Ruth!" ejaculated her sister, stung into something very like anger.
"I rather think not, your honour Jamie is right, or my eyes do not know a man from a woman. That is certainly a female in the garden of Joel, and I'll engage it's Phoebe, pulling onions for his craving stomach, the scoundrel!" Captain Willoughby never moved without his little glass, and it was soon levelled at the object mentioned. "By Jupiter, you are right, Joyce" he cried.
Well, 'twould be a good thing for the country if he were." Of such mental inconsistencies were benevolent old gentlemen then capable. But when Harley reached the bank, though it was late, Jamie had not yet arrived. Harley thought he knew the reason of this; but when old Mr.
"Mebbe yer no?" said Leeby. "Ay, am I, but I can keep it secret. When we're in the hoose am juist richt fond o' ye." "Do ye love me, Jamie?" Jamie waggled his head in irritation. "Love," he said, "is an awful like word to use when fowk's weel. Ye shouldna speir sic annoyin' queistions." "But if ye juist say ye love me I'll never let on again afore fowk 'at yer onything to me ava."
Andrew's trouble has filled the house, and you have hardly said a word about poor Jamie, who never gave either of us a heartache. I wonder where he is to-day!" Janet thought a moment and then answered: "He would leave New York for Scotland, last Saturday. 'T is Wednesday morning now, and he will maybe reach Glasgow next Tuesday. Then it will not take him many hours to find himself in Pittendurie."
Had he been in the old country, he could have credited it better; but gentlemen without visible means of support were, in those days, unusual in Boston. Poor Jamie watched his daughter like any dowager, that summer. How could he urge his lady to repel the advances of this man without being open to the charge of selfishness, of jealousy? Jamie forgot that the girl had never known he loved her.
'An ambassador, as Sir Henry Wotton remarked, 'is an honest man sent to lie abroad for his country, an observation taken very ill by Gentle King Jamie. Goring replied that the garden was too public. The night would be the surest time. Goring could wear livery, or dress as an Abbe. The Tuileries, when 'literally dark, might serve.
There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and that was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above both churches, and held a meeting in his barn. Jamie Soutar was selling his pig at the time, and missed the meeting, but he hastened to condole with Milton, who was complaining everywhere of the doctor's language.
It had become for him a parlour full of ghosts. He could not, in October blasts, but think of Jamie yonder on the cold foreign field with no stone for his memorial; Dugald, so lately gone, an old man, bent and palsied, would return in the flicker of the candle, remitted to his prime, the very counterpart of the sturdy gallant on the wall.
She was still quivering with excitement, and she lost no time in telling her visitor what it was all about. "And I'm crazy to see them, besides," she cried, when she had told him of her plans. "I've never seen either of them since that winter. You know I told you didn't I tell you? about Jamie." "Oh, yes, you told me." There was a touch of constraint in the young man's voice.
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