"I have heard this morning on my way here that Miss Nairn has received a copy." "Miss Nairn? That means the village." "She is a gossipping woman," said Barron. Meynell pondered. He got up and began to pace the room coming presently to an abrupt pause in front of his visitor. "This story then is now all over the village will soon be all over the diocese.

When she had grown a little calmer, Mrs. Nairn came in; and Mrs. Nairn was a discerning lady. It was not difficult to lead Evelyn on to speak of her visitors, for the girl's pride was broken and she felt in urgent need of sympathy; but when she had described the interview she felt impelled to avoid any discussion of the more important issues, even with the kindly Scotch lady.

I'm thinking, it's just a mile wast from Brodie Station." Nairn is that town by the citation of a peculiarity of which King Jamie put to shame the boastings of the Southrons as to the superior magnitude of English towns.

"Weel," drawled Nairn good-humoredly, "I'm no urging it. I would not see your partner make enemies for the want of a warning." "He'd probably do so, in any case; it's a gift of his. On the other hand, it's fortunate that he has a way of making friends. The two things sometimes go together." Vane turned to Nairn with signs of impatience.

His headquarters are at Fort Smith, 16 miles down the river, but his present abode was Smith Landing, where all goods are landed for overland transport to avoid the long and dangerous navigation on the next 16 miles of the broad stream. Like most of his official brethren, he is a Scotchman; he was born in Nairn, Scotland, in 1848.

You have been a good child and I think you have had enough rest. Come first and be introduced to Mr. Nairn. It is kind of him to take you." A radiant Judith packed a club bag and suitcase. Could Uncle Tom and Mother have guessed that such a fairy-tale was going to happen when they planned their gifts? But, of course not. Where were her skates and plenty of handkerchiefs?

Nairn, I understand, is writing some letters, and he sent for Mrs. Nairn just before you came in. I don't suppose she will be back for a few minutes." She indicated a chair beside the open hearth and Vane sat down opposite her, where a low screen cut them off from the rest of the room.

Vane stopped a few minutes to speak to them, and it was Jessy who gave the signal for the group to break up. "I must go," she said to Mrs. Nairn. "I've already stayed longer than I intended. I'll let you have those patterns back in a day or two." "Mair patterns!" Nairn exclaimed with dry amusement. "It's the second lot this week! Ye're surely industrious, Jessy.

Evelyn, too, was stirred to sudden pity, for the man's attitude was eloquent of exhaustion. They withdrew softly and had reached the corridor outside when Mrs. Nairn turned to the girl. "When he first came in, ye blamed that man for deserting his partner," she said. Evelyn confessed it and her hostess smiled meaningly. "Are ye no rather too ready to blame?"

Nairn had fallen against and was only supported by the coaming to leeward. Then the wind was suddenly cut off and the sloop rose with a bewildering lurch, as the tall iron hull to weather forged by, hurling off the sea. She passed, and while Vane called out something and Carroll scrambled forward, the sloop swayed violently down again.