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Updated: June 3, 2025


"Big and fine and rosy, and fit for anything." "Bless my heart!" "You should have seen her at the Melliah; it was a trate." "God bless me!" "Sun-bonnet and pink frock and tight red stockings, and straight as a standard rase." "Hould your tongue, woman," shouted Pete. "I'll see herself first, and I'm dying to do it."

He felt as if he had trodden on his father's face. Putting the broken picture into his pocket, he turned about like a guilty man and crept silently to bed in the darkness. But the morning brought him solace for the pains of the night it brought him a letter from Kate. "The Melliah is over at long, long last, and I am allowed to be alone with my thoughts.

Fore-rig and the after-rig took a tussle together, and presently nothing was standing of all the harvest of Glenmooar but one small shaft of ears a yard wide or less. Then the leaders stopped, and all the shearers of the field came up and cast down their sickles into the soil in a close circle, making a sheaf of crescent moons. "Now for the Melliah," said Cæsar. "Who's to be Queen?"

The daylight lingered as if loth to leave them. There was the fluttering of wings overhead, and sometimes the last piping of birds. The wind wandered away, and left their voices sovereign of all the air. Then there came a distant shout; the cheer of the farm people on reaching home with the Melliah.. It awakened Philip as from a fit of intoxication. "This is madness," he thought.

On the day of the Melliah he set off early, riding by way of St. John's that he might inquire at Kirk Michael about the Deemster.. He found the great man's house a desolate place.

When Philip had finished his father's letters, he was on the heights, and poor Kate was left far below, out of reach and out of sight. Hitherto his ambitions had been little more than the pale shadow of his father's hopes, but now they were his own realities. Next morning the letter came from Cæsar inviting him to the Melliah, and then he thought of Kate more tenderly.

This being done; the Queen of the Melliah stepped back, feeling Philip's eyes following her, while the oldest woman shearer came forward. "I've a crown-piece, here that's being lying in my pocket long enough, Joney," said Cæsar with an expansive air, and he gave the woman her accustomed dole.

The parson may be asked to it, and if there is a friend of position and free manners, he also is invited. Cæsar's Melliah fell within a week of the rope-making in the mill, and partly to punish Kate, partly to honour himself, he asked Philip to be present.

"The young man's been over putting a sight on us times and times he was up at my Melliah only a week come Wednesday," said Cæsar. "Man alive!" cried Pete; "him and me are same as brothers." "Then it wasn't true what they were writing in the letter, sir that your black boys left you for dead?" "They did that, bad luck to them," said Pete; "but I was thinking it no sin to disappoint them, though."

In the middle of the night following the Melliah, Kate, turning in bed, kissed her hand because it had held the hand of Philip. When she awoke in the morning she felt a great happiness. Opening her eyes and half raising herself in bed, she looked around.

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