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I'm feared he might burn it without opening it if he saw my write on the cover, so I've wrote it to a friend of his wha will read it to him." "And what's inside, mother?" the boy begged, inquisitively. "It must be queer things if they'll bring Aaron Latta all the way from Thrums." "There's but little in it, man," she said, pressing her hand hard upon her chest.
"All right, lady," said the shoeman. "Them's youa slippas, and I'll just keep 'em for you till the latta paht of August." He drove away, and in the woods which he had to pass through on the road to another hotel he overtook the figure of a man pacing rapidly. He easily recognized Gregory, but he bore him no malice. "Like a lift?" he asked, slowing up beside him. "No, thank you," said Gregory.
And said Mr. Dishart, "Cathro, you had better tell Aaron Latta that the sooner he sends this nincompoop to the herding the better." But Mr. Ogilvy giving his Lauchlan a push that nearly sent him sprawling, said in an ecstasy to himself, "He had to think of it till he got it and he got it. The laddie is a genius!"
"Dear Double Dykes," it said, "I send you these few scrapes to say I am dying, and you and Aaron Latta was seldom sindry, so I charge you to go to him and say to him 'Aaron Latta, it's all lies Jean Myles wrote to Thrums about her grandeur, and her man died mony year back, and it was the only kindness he ever did her, and if she doesna die quick, her and her starving bairns will be flung out into the streets. If that doesna move him, say, 'Aaron Latta, do you mind yon day at Inverquharity and the cushie doos? likewise, 'Aaron Latta, do you mind yon day at the Kaims of Airlie? likewise, 'Aaron Latta, do you mind that Jean Myles was ower heavy for you to lift?
So the Cuttle Well has its sad memories and its bright ones, and many of the bright memories have become sad with age, as so often happens to beautiful things, but the most mournful of all is the story of Aaron Latta and Jean Myles.
"It's no muckle mair than 'Auld Lang Syne, my dear, for Auld Lang Syne." That night the excited boy was wakened by a tap-tap, as of someone knocking for admittance, and stealing to his mother's side, he cried, "Aaron Latta has come; hearken to him chapping at the door!" It was only the man through the wall, but Mrs.
This letter was not for her granny, however, and Tommy asked next, "Is it to Aaron Latta?" which so startled her that she dropped the pen. "Whaur heard you that name?" she said sharply. "I never spoke it to you." "I've heard you saying it when you was sleeping, mother." "Did I say onything but the name? Quick, tell me."
By this marriage there were five children: 1. Sarah Wilson, married Ben McConnell, who had three children, Charity, Latta and Wilson McConnell. Charity McConnell married Reese Davidson, a nephew of General Ephraim Davidson. This family, and also that of Wilson McConnell, moved to Tennessee. Charity Wilson, died at the age of sixteen years.
She sat shaking in the chair, and they thought she was to say no more, but presently she rose excitedly, and with a vehemence that made them shrink from her she cried: "I winna lie in London! tell Aaron Latta that; I winna lie in London!" For a few more days she trudged to her work, and after that she seldom left her bed.
The other is no none tashed yet, but my gudeman fair insisted on buying a new one, for says he 'Rich folk like as can afford to be mislaird, and nothing's ower braw for my bonny Jean. Tell Aaron Latta that. When I'm sailing in my silks, Esther, I sometimes picture you turning your wincey again, for I'se uphaud that's all the new frock you've ha'en the year.
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