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Nevis hummed a pathetic air very sweetly, almost under her breath. He listened until she had finished and then: "What tune is that?" he asked, excitedly. "'Wandering Willie," she answered. "Of course," said he, "it would be that." "Was this the stone you came to see?" she asked presently. "Yes," he said. "Colland McTavish, who disappeared, was my great-grandfather.

Colland McTavish, your great-grandfather, and The McTavish's great-grandfather, were brothers and the poor bereft mother that put up this tablet was your great-great-grandmother, and hers." "Surely then," said he, "The McTavish would let me put a roof on the chapel. I'd like to," he said, and the red came strongly into his cheeks. "I'll ask her.

McTavish extracted from a pocket into which it had been buttoned for safety what appeared, at first sight, to be a linen handkerchief yellow with age. But, on unfolding, it proved to be a child's shirt, cracked and broken in places, and lacking all but one of its bone buttons. Embroidered on the tiny shirt tail, in faint and faded blue, was the name Colland McTavish.

But it has not dawned on him that Colland was to have been The McTavish, that he is The McTavish, that I am merely Miss Ellen Alice Douglas Cameron Dundee Campbell McGregor Breadalbane Blair McTavish, houseless, homeless spinster, wi' but a drap o' gude blood to her heritage. I have not told him, Mr. Traquair. He does not know. What's to be done?

"Did you know that Colland McTavish should have been The McTavish?" asked Mr. Traquair. "It never entered my head. Was he the oldest son?" "He was," said Mr. Traquair solemnly, "until in the eyes of the law he ceased to exist." "Then," said McTavish, "in every eye save that of the law I am The McTavish." Mr. Traquair bowed.

"Man," she continued earnestly, "you have looked in his face and you tell me it will be a dance to prove him The McTavish?" "He is a McTavish," admitted Mr. Traquair; "so much I knew before he told me his name." "He has in his pocket the bit shirt that wee Colland wore when the gypsies snitched him and carried him over seas; it's all of a piece with many another garment of wee Colland's.

"I withdraw my insinuation," said Traquair gravely. "I thank you," said Mr. McTavish. "I am glad, sir," said Traquair presently, "to find you in so generous a disposition, for we have need of your generosity. I have it from Miss McTavish herself," he went on gravely, "that your ancestor, so far as you know, was Colland McTavish." "So far as I know and believe," said McTavish, "he was."

Traquair, stroking his white mustache, "tell me what it all means." "It means that Colland McTavish, who was my great-grandfather's elder brother, has returned in the person of the young gentleman at the Arms." "A fine hornpipe he'll have to prove it," said Mr. Traquair. "Fine fiddlesticks!" said The McTavish.

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