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Then, one day, the wretched creature I called "butler" came to me with an air of great mystery and said: "Sahib, Sergeant Burker Sahib sending Mem Sahib bundle of flowers and chitti inside and diamond ring yesterday. His boy telling me and I seeing. He often coming here too when Sahib out. Both wicked peoples." I raised my hand to knock his lies down his throat and dropped it.
"I was half-gaits to Portlokie, whan I had a mishap upo' the road. Bettie pat her fit upon a sharp stane, and fell doon, and bruik baith her legs." "How did she come home then?" "She bude to come hame, mem." "Broke her legs!" "Hoot, mem�-her k-nees. I dinna mean the banes, ye ken, mem; only the skin. But she wasna fit to gang on. And sae I brocht her back." "What's that i' the cairt?
"Yer ain bridle sail rule my tongue, mem," said Malcolm. "I s' lippen to yer discretion," said Miss Horn, and straightway began. She was cunnin', the auld vratch, no that auld maybe aboot forty, but I was ower mony for her.
He, of course, had to disclose the fact that in his earlier life he had committed a pardonable youthful indiscretion and had had both his forearms fancifully adorned in indelible blue tattoo with a representation of snakes, mermaids, and sundry. A solemn council of the senior members of the company was forthwith held, presided over by the Mem Sahib, "Old Party," and "Syl" Dignam.
The male bird is said to take upon himself the rearing of the young. If two cock-birds meet, each with a family, they fight for the supremacy over both; for which reason an ostrich has sometimes under his tutelage broods of different ages. Mem. Gen. Miller. Dr.
Sir R. Peel's Memoirs, part 3, page 132. Ib. 134. Memoirs, part 3, page 158. It is a great pity we have not this Mem. before us. It was returned to Lord Stanley at his request, and Sir Robert says he kept no copy of it. Memoirs, part iii, p. 181. Memoirs, part 3, page 185. "You will have heard the termination, of our attempt to form, a government. All our plans were frustrated by Lord Grey."
"There's no blot upo' her memory, mem," returned the youth, "or I wad be markis the morn. There's never a sowl kens she was mither but kens she was wife ay, an' whase wife, tu." Miss Horn had neither wish nor power to reply, and changed her front.
He made a mental mem. to laugh when his visitor had retired. 'H'm, said the baffled M.P. thoughtfully, adjusting his pince-nez once more. ''M no. No, perhaps not. But' here he brightened up 'you can punish them when they do trespass. 'That is so, Sir Alfred. I can and invariably do. 'Then punish that what's-his-name, Plinkett, Plunkett I've got the name down somewhere. Yes, Plunkett.
When they arrived Malcolm was shown into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Stewart met him with red eyes. "Will you come and see my poor boy?" she said. "I wull du that, mem. Is he verra ill?" "Very. I'm afraid he is in a bad way." She led him to a dark, old-fashioned chamber, rich and gloomy.
"But I'm sure o' ae thing, mem, an' that is, 'at he's no sae muckle o' an eediot as some fowk wad hae him." Mrs Stewart's face fell, she turned from him, and going back to her seat hid her face in her handkerchief. "I'm afraid," she said sadly, after a moment, "I must give up my last hope: you are not disposed to be friendly to me, Mr MacPhail; you too have been believing hard things of me."
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