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Updated: June 27, 2025
Was it the vision of her younger and purer days that came back to her amid the gayeties of this night of the hamlet, the church, the choir, and of herself singing there? The hymn melted the hearts of many that stood around, and tears now stood in the singer's downcast eyes. At that hour of that night, in the solitary homestead far north, among the hills, what was Rotha's travail of soul?
The blacksmith drew back his hand, and dropped his half-lifted head. Towards noon Mrs. Garth got up and left the bedroom. Her son had appeared to be asleep but he was alert to every movement. Again he plucked Rotha's gown, and essayed to speak. But Mrs. Garth returned in a moment, and not a word was said. Rotha's spirits flagged.
Girl, girl, how can you come with a lie on your lips to a poor dying man? Cruel! cruel! Have you no pity, none, for a wretched dying man?" The tears rolled down Rotha's cheeks. Mrs. Garth returned to her stool, and rocked herself and moaned. The blacksmith glared from one to the other, the sweat standing in heavy beads on his forehead. Then an awful scream burst from his lips.
"Mother," said Garth, drawing back his head, but never shifting the determination of his gaze from Rotha's face, "what does she mean?" "Haud thy tongue, Joey." "What does she mean, mother?" "Whisht! Never heed folks that meddle afore they're axt." Mrs. Garth spoke peevishly, rose from her seat, and walked between Rotha and the bed. Garth's wide eyes were still riveted on the girl's face.
"'And as to Willy Ray, says I to 'Becca," continued the loquacious churner, without noticing the question, " it isn't true as Rotha would put herself in his way; but she's full his match, and you can't show me one that is nigher his equal." Rotha's confusion was increasing every minute.
Rotha stood perplexed, and looked after her as she disappeared down the lonnin. Liza burst into a prolonged fit of uproarious laughter. "Hush, Liza; I'm afraid she means mischief." "The old witch-wife!" cried Liza. "If tempers were up at the Lion for sale, what a fortune yon woman's would fetch!" Rotha's apprehension of mischief, either as a result of Mrs.
"And yer fadder, I reckon he's found it out too, bein' so lang beholden to others. I met the poor man on the road awhile ago." "It's cold and sappy, Mrs. Garth. Good night," said Rotha. "Poor man, he has to scrat now," said Mrs. Garth, regardless of Rotha's adieu. "I reckon he's none gone off for a spoag; he's none gone for a jaunt."
He had not been seen since the day of the parson's visit, but, without giving sign of any consciousness that he had been away, he now took up a spade and began to remove a drift of sleet that had fallen during the previous night. Rotha's eyes brightened, and she hastened to the door and hailed him.
This was the sort of young woman that Angus liked best. "Rotha's a right heartsome lassie," he said, as he heard her in the dairy singing while she worked. The dame of Shoulthwaite loved every one, apparently, but there were special corners in her heart for her favorites, and Rotha was one of them.
The young man, Ralph Ray, had outraged the laws of his country in fighting and conspiring against his anointed King. It was hard, but it was right, that he should be punished for his treason. His reverence was speaking in cold metallic tones, that fell like the clank of chains on Rotha's ears.
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