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Johnstone and her party were kindly received by the Ettrick Shepherd, who did the honours of the district, and among other places took them to a Fairy Well, from which he drew a glass of sparkling water. Handing it to the lady the bard of Kilmeny said, "Hae, Mrs. Johnstone, ony merrit wumman wha drinks a tumbler of this will hae twuns in a twalmont'!" "In that case, Mr.
It would only make me unhappy to read it." "I am not vexed," said Eric, "and I think you will take it some day yet after I have shown you something I want you to see. Never mind about your looks, Kilmeny. Beauty isn't everything." "Oh, it is a great deal," she wrote naively. "But you do like me, even though I am so ugly, don't you? You like me because of my beautiful music, don't you?"
He suddenly realized how far Kilmeny had come since then and how much she had developed. With a little gesture of invitation Kilmeny led the way through the orchard to the wild cherry lane, and the two men followed. "Eric, she is simply unutterable!" said David in an undertone. "Last night, to tell you the truth, I had a rather poor opinion of your sanity. But now I am consumed with a fierce envy.
Her aunt's words had revealed to her the hidden secret of her heart. She knew that she loved Eric Marshall and the knowledge brought with it a strange anguish. For was she not dumb? All night she lay staring wide-eyed through the darkness till the dawn. Eric noticed a change in Kilmeny at their next meeting a change that troubled him. She seemed aloof, abstracted, almost ill at ease.
There HAVE been cases on record where women have changed their minds." "Not women like Kilmeny," said Eric miserably. "I tell you she has all her mother's unfaltering will and tenacity of purpose, although she is free from any taint of pride or selfishness. I thank you for your sympathy and interest, David.
She did not run to meet him while he was crossing the pasture, as she would once have done. She waited motionless until he was close to her. Eric began, half laughingly, half tenderly, to quote some lines from her namesake ballad: "'Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? Long hae we sought baith holt and den, By linn, by ford, and greenwood tree! Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
"Kilmeny doesn't resemble her mother," remarked Eric, glancing at the picture with the same feeling of mingled fascination and distaste with which he always regarded it. "Does she look like her father?" "No, not a great deal, though some of her ways are very like his. She looks like her grandmother Margaret's mother, Master. Her name was Kilmeny too, and she was a handsome, sweet woman.
Kilmeny seemed as far away from him as if she had in truth, like her namesake of the ballad, sojourned for seven years in the land "where the rain never fell and the wind never blew," and had come back washed clean from all the affections of earth. Eric had a bad week of it; but he determined to put an end to it by plain speaking. One evening in the orchard he told her of his love.
It is not wrong to be glad of that, is it?" The older woman's face softened. "No, I don't suppose it is, lassie," she conceded. "A comely face is something to be thankful for as none know better than those who have never possessed it. I remember well when I was a girl but that is neither here nor there. The Master thinks you are wonderful bonny, Kilmeny," she added, looking keenly at the girl.
He realized her entire innocence and simplicity. Looking earnestly into her still troubled eyes he said, "I would not do you any harm for the world. All men are not wicked, although it is too true that some are so. My name is Eric Marshall and I am teaching in the Lindsay school. You, I think, are Kilmeny Gordon.
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