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And, truly, an angel of light had led her to that dark house. The sun was gone. A vapory mist was preceding the night. The dead day lay clammy on her hands and cheeks. When she reached the Fornside road, her eyes turned towards the smithy. There it was, and a bright red glow from the fire, white at its hissing heart, lit up the air about it.
I rose, staggered out, and fled." By the glimmering light from the windows of the inn there came the sound of laughter from within Ralph could see that hysterical tears coursed down the poor tailor's cheeks. Rotha stood aside, her hands covering her face. "And, at last, when you could not meet me here, you went to Fornside for Rotha to seek me?" asked Ralph. "Yes, I did.
Willy looked after him, and marked that he took the road to Fornside. When he got there he found the little cottage besieged. Crowds of women and boys stood round the porch and peered in at the window. Ralph pushed his way through them and into the house. In the kitchen were the men from Gaskarth and many more.
"I don't know I don't know at all," he answered, as though eager to assert the truth of a statement never called into dispute. "Does he intend to come back to Fornside to-night, Sim?" "So he said." "What, think you, is his work at Gaskarth?" "I don't know I know nothing at least no, nothing." Ralph was sure now. Sim was too eager to disclaim all knowledge of his lodger's doings.
His great frame seemed closer knit at sixty than it had been at thirty. His face, with its long, square, gray beard, looked severer than ever under his cloth hood. Wilson returned no more, and the promise of a drenching was never fulfilled. The ungainly little Scot did not leave the Wythburn district. He pitched his tent with the village tailor in a little house at Fornside, close by the Moss.
If social advantages had counted for anything, they must have been all in Liza's favor; but they were less than nothing in the person of this ruddy girl against the natural strength of the pale-faced young woman, the days of whose years scarcely numbered more than her own. "We must set off at once," said Rotha; "but first I must go to Fornside."
Think of what she had done, and why she had done it; think of what came of it, and may yet come of it. Then look into your own heart; or, better far, look into the heart of another you will be quicker to detect the truth and the falsehood that lies there. Then listen to what the next six days will bring forth. The cottage at Fornside has never been occupied since the tailor abandoned it.
Ralph only remained, and when Sim returned to consciousness he raised him up, and took him back to Fornside. What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here? Midsummer Night's Dream. Time out of mind there had stood on the high street of Wythburn a modest house of entertainment, known by the sign of the Red Lion.
Ray to her husband, as she was spinning in the kitchen at Shoulthwaite Moss, "I am thinking," she said, stopping the wheel and running her fingers through the wool, "that Willy is partial to the little tailor's winsome lass." "And what aboot Ralph?" asked Angus. On the evening of the day upon which old Wilson was expected back at Fornside, Ralph Ray turned in at the tailor's cottage.
"What were you doing in his room at Fornside?" "Tush, maybe I was only seeking that fine father of thine. Let go your hod, do you hear? Let go, or I'll I'll " Rotha had dropped the woman's dress and grasped her shoulders. In another instant the slight pale-faced girl had pulled this brawny woman to her knees. They were close to the parapet of the bridge, and it was but a few inches high.
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