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it's The married sister chimed in mournneedful to be plain and to say that Mis- fully, “How often have I heard my tress Macdonald's mind is affected." mother say that not one of her children

Robina Brown interposed with in- had ever told her a lie !” dignation and authority.

“Yes, yes, but There was a My mother has always had her tone in the doctor's voice as if he would right mind; she's been losing her like to have used a strong word, but he memory. All aged people lose their schooled himself. memories."

" It's curious the notion not to eat The minister spoke with a meditative she has got,” broke in the minister. interest in a psychological phenom- “I held the broth myself, but she enon.

“Ay, she's been losing it back- would have none of it." wards ; she forgot who we were first, In the next room the flames of a and remembered us all as little chil- large fire were sending reflections over dren; then she forgot us and your the polished surfaces of heavy bedroom father altogether. Latterly she's been furniture. The wind blew against this living back in the days when her father side of the house and rattled the winand mother were living at Kelsey dows, as if angry to see the picture of Farm. It's strange to hear her talk. luxury and warmth within. It was a There's not, as far as I know, another handsome, stately room, and all that being on this wide earth of all those was in it dated back for many a year. that came and went to Kelsey Farm In a chintz armchair by the fireside its that is alive now."

mistress sat- a very old lady, but Miss Macdonald wiped her eyes ; her there was still dignity in her pose. voice shook as she spoke ; the ner- Her hair, perfectly white, was still vousness of fatigue and anxiety accent- plentiful ; her eye hail still something uated her grief. “She was asking me of brightness, and there was upon the how much butter we made in the dairy aged features the cast of thought and to-day, and asking if the curly cow had habitual look of intelligence. Beside her calf, and what Jeapie Trim was her upon a small table were such acdoing."

companiments of age as daughter and “Who was Jeanie Trim ?” asked nurse deemed suitable — the large print the minister.

Bible, the big spectacles and caudle 6. How should I know ? I suppose cup. The lady sat looking about her she was one of the Kelsey servants." with a quick, restless expression, like a

“Curious,” cjaculated the minister. prisoner alert to escape ; she was tied "This Jeanie will have grown old and to her chair — not by cords — by the died, perhaps, forty years ago, and my failure of muscular strength ; but peraunt's speaking of her as if she was a haps she did not know that. She eyed young thing at work in the next her attendant with bright, furtive room !"

glances, as if the meek, sombre woman " And what did you say to Mistress who sat sewing beside her were her Macdonald ?" the doctor asked, with a jailer. cheerful purpose in his tone.

The party in the dining-room broke “I explained to her that her poor up their vain discussion, and came in head was wandering.”

for another visit of personal inspection. “Nay, now, but, Miss Macdonald, “Mother, this is the doctor come to I'm thinking if I were you I would tell see you. Do you not remember Docher that the curly cow had her calf.” tor ?"

“I never” – tearfully — “ told my The old lady looked at all four of mother a falsehood in my life, except them brightly enough. “ I havena the when I was a very little girl, and then” pleasure of remembering who ye are,

– Miss Macdonald paused to wipe her but perhaps it will return to me.” eyes — “she spoke to me so beautifully There was restrained politeness in her out of the Bible about it."




The doctor spoke. “It's a very bad fine ruin of womanhood. The girl had tale I'm hearing about you, to-day, that wit. “Yes, madam ?” she answered you've begun to refuse your meat. Ablithely. person of your experience, Mistress “I'll speak with ye, Jeanie, when Macdonald, ought to know that we this woman goes away ; it's her that must eat to live.” He had a basin of my mither's put to spy on me.” some food in his hand.

“Now just to

The nurse retired into the shadow of please me, Mistress Macdonald."

the wardrobe. The old dame answered with the air “She's away pow,” said the maid. that a naughty child a pouting “ Jeanie, is it Mr. Kinaird ?" maiden might have had. “I'll no eat “Well, now, would you like it to be it - tak’ it away! I'll no eat it. Not Mr. Kinaird ?” The maid spoke as for you, no

- nor for my mither there" we speak to a familiar friend when we - she looked defiantly at her grey- have joyful news. haired daughter no, nor for my “ Oh, Jeanie Trim, ye know well fawther himself !”

that I've longed for him sair to come “ Not a mouthful has passed her lips again!” to-day," moaned Miss Macdonald. The maid set down her candles, and She wrung excited hands and stepped knelt down by the old dame's knce, back a pace into the shadow ; she felt looking up with playful face. too modest to pose as her mother's “ Well, now, I'll tell ye something. mother before the curious eyes of the He came to see ye this afternoon." two men.

“Did he, Jeanie ?” The withered The old lady appeared relieved when face became all wreathed with smiles ; the spinster was out of her sight. “I the old eyes danced with joy.

66 What don't know yo, gentlemen, but perhaps did ye say to him ? " now my mither's not here, ye'll tell “Oh, well I just said” – hesitation me who it was that rang the door-bell-“I said he was to come back again a while since.”

to-morrow." The men hesitated. They were “My fawther doesn't know that he's neither of them ready with inventions. been here?There was apprehen

She leant towards the doctor, sion in the whisper. strangely excited. “ Was it Mr. Ki. “ Not a soul knows but meself" naird ?

promptly. The doctor supposed her to be fright- " You didna tell him I'd been lookened. “No, no,” he said in cheerful ing for him, Jeanie Trim ?” tones ; “you're mistaken -- it wasu't “Na, na, I made out that ye didna Kinaird.”

care whether he came or not." She leant back pettishly. 66 Tak' “ But he wouldna be hurt in his away the broth ; I'll no tak’ it !" mind, would he ? I'd no like him to

The discomfited four passed out of be affronted.” the room again. The women

“ It's no likely he was affronted weeping ; the men were shaking their when he said he'd come back toheads.

morrow." It was just then that the new servant The smile of satisfaction came again. passed into the sick-room, bearing can- “Did he carry his silver-knobbed dles in her lands.

cane and wear his green coat, Jeanie ?” “ Jeanie, Jeanie Trim,” whispered Ay, he wore his green coat, and the old lady. The whisper had a he looked as handsome a man as ever I sprightly yet mysterious tone in it; the saw in my life.” withered fingers were put out as if to The coals in the grate shot up a twitch the passing skirt as the house- sudden, brilliant Aame that eclipsed maid went by.

the soft light of the candles, and set The girl turned and bent a look — strange shadows quivering about the strong, helpful, and kindly - upon this huge bed and wardrobe and the dark


rosewood tables. The winsome young The days went on. woman at her play and the old dame "I cannot think it right to tamper living back in a tale that was long since with my mother in this false way,” the told, exchanged nods and smiles at the spinster daughter spoke tearfully. thought of the handsome visitor in his “Would you rather see Mistress Macgreen coat. The whisper of the aged donald die of starvation ?" the doctor voice came blithely :

spoke sharply ; he was tired of the pro• Ay, he is that, Jeanie Trim; as test. The doctor approved of the new handsome a man as ever trod !”

maid. “ She's a wise-like body," he The maid rose, and passing out ob- said ; “let her have her way.” served the discarded basin of broth. “ Don't you know us, mother?” the

" What's this?" she said. “ Ye'll daughter would ask patiently, sadly, no be able to see Mr. Kinaird to-day by day. But she never knew morrow if ye don't take yer soup the them; she only mistook one or the night.”

other of them at times for her own “Gie it to me, Jeanie Trim; I mother, of whom she stood in some thought he wasna coming again when I awe. said I wouldna."

"Surely you've forgotten Ann JohnThe nurse slipped out of the shadow son, ma'am ?” the nurse would ask, of the wardrobe, and went out to tell carefully tending her old mistress. that the soup was being eaten.

The force of long habit had made the “Kinaird,” repeated the minister old lady patient and courteous, but no meditatively. “I never heard my aunt answering gleam came in her face. speak the name.'

"Ye know who I am ?” the new “Kinaird," repeated the daughters ; maid would cry in kindly triumph. and they too searched in their memo- “Oh, ay, I know you, Jeanie Trim." ries.

" And now look, I brought you a fine “ I can remember my grandfather cup of milk, warm from the byre.” and my grandmother," the married “Oh, I canva tak' it ; I'm no thinkdaughter spoke incredulously. “There ing that I care about eating the day." was never a gentleman called Kinaird “Well, but I want to tell ye" — with that any of the family had to do with. an air of mystery. “Who d’ye think's I'm sure of that, or I'd have as much down-stairs ? It's Mr. Kinaird him. as heard the name."

self." The minister shook his head, dis- “ Did he come round by the yard to counting the certainty.

the dairy door ?" “Maybe John will remember the " That he did ; and all to ask how ye name ; your father, and your grand- were the day." father too, had great talks with him The sparkle of the eye had returned, when he was a lad. I'll write a line and the smile that almost seemed to and ask him. Poor William or Thomas dimple the wrinkled cheek. might have known, if they had lived.” “And I hope you offered him some

William and Thomas, grey-haired thing to eat, Jeanie ; it's a long ride he men, respected fathers of families, had takes." already been laid by the side of their “ Bread and cheese, and a cup of own father in the burying - ground. milk just like this." John lived in a distant country, count

" What did he say? Did he like ing himself too feeble now to cross the what ye gave him ?

The daughters, the younger “He said a cup of milk shouldna members of this Hock, were passing cross his lips till you'd had a cupful the into advanced years. The mother sat like of bis ; so I brought it in to ye. by her fireside, and smiled softly to You'd better make haste and take it herself as she watched the dancing up." fame, and thought that her young “ Did he send ye with the cup, Jeanie lover would return on the morrow.

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Ay, he did that; and not a bit nor expressed. Heart and thought were sup will he take till ye've drunk it all, not awake to him, nor to the book he every drop.”

read, nor to the memories he tried to With evident delight the cup was arouse. The fire of the lady's heart drained.

sprang up only for one word, that word Ye told him I was ailing and a name, the name of a man of whose couldna see him the day, Jeanie ?" very existence, it seemed, no trace was

“Maybe ye'll see him to-morrow." left in all that country-side. The maid stooped and folded the white The minister would retreat out of shawl more carefully over the dame's the lady's range of vision ; and so great breast, and smiled in protective, kindly did his curiosity grow that he instifashion. She had a good heart and a gated the maid to ask certain queswomanly, motherly touch, although tions as she played at the game of the many a mistress had called her wilful old love-story in her sprightly, pitying and pert.

way. There were times when the minister “ Now I'll tell ye a thing that I want came and sat himself behind his aunt's to know," said the maid, pouring tea chair to watch and to listen. He was a in a cup. " What's his given name ? meditative man, and wrote many an Will ye tell me that ?essay upon modern theology, but here 6 Is it Mr. Kinaird you mean ?he found food for meditation of another " It's Mr. Kinaird's christened name sort.

that I'm speering for.” There was no being in the world that “An' I canna tell ye that, for he he reverenced as he had reverenced never told it to me. It'd be no place this aged lady. In his childhood she of mine to ask him before he chose to had taught him to lisp the measures of speak o' it himsel.” psalm and paraphrase ; in his youth “ Did ye never see a piece of paper she had advised him with shrewdest that had his name on it, or a card, maywisdom ; in his ministerial life she had be ?" been to bim a friend, always holding “I dinna mind that I have, Jeanie. before him a greater spiritual height to He's a verra fine gentleman ; it's just be attained, and now He thought Mr. Kinaird that he's called.” upon his uncle as he had known him, a " What for will ye no let me tell the very reverent elder of the kirk, a man master that he comes every day ?who had led a long and useful life, and "Ye must not tell my fawther, to whom this woman had rendered Jeanie Trim” — querulously. “No, wifely devotion. He thought upon his no ; nor my mither. They'll maybe cousins, iu whose lives their mother's be telling him to bide away.” life had seemed unalterably bound up. “Why

wisey be telling him to He would at times emerge from his bide away? corner, and, sitting down beside the " Tuts ! Hcw can I tell ye why, lady, would take her well-worn Bible when I dinna kuow mysel'? Why will and read to her such passages as he ye fret me? I'll tak’ no more tea. knew were graven deep upon her heart Tak' it away !" by scenes of joy or sorrow, parting or “I tell ye he'll ask me if ye took it meeting, or the very hours of birth or up. He's waiting now to hear that ye death, in the lives that had been dearer took a great big piece of bread tae it. to her than her own. He was not an He'll no eat the bread and cheese I've emotional man, but yet there was a set before him till ye’ve eaten it every ringing pathos in his voice as he readcrumb." the rhythmic words. At such times “Is that sae ? Well, I maun eat it, she would sit as if voice and rhythm for I wouldna have him wanting his soothed her, or she would bow her meat." head solemnly at certain pauses, as if The meal finished, the maid put on accustomed to agree to the sentiment her most winsone smile.

“ Now and I'll tell ye what I'll do ;|tween her and the distressing sympI'll go back to Mr. Kinaird, and I'll tell toms that would have resulted from him ye sent your love tae him.”

the mania of self-starvation. For some “ Ye'll do no sic a thing as that, months longer she lived in comfort Jeanie Trim !” All the diguity and and good cheer. This clear memory authority of her long womanhood of her youth was oddly interwoven returned in the impressive air with with the forgetful dulness of old age, which she spoke. “Ye'll no do sic a like a golden thread in a black web, thing as that, Jeanie Trim! It's no like a tiny flame on the hearth that for young ladies to be sending sic mes- shoots with intermittent brilliancy into sages to a gentleman, when he hasna darkness. She was always to see her so much as said the word “Jove.' lover upon the morrow; she never

Had he ever said the word love, this woke to the fact that “10-day” lasted Kivaird, whose memory was a living too long, that a winter of morrows had presence in this chamber of slow slipped fruitless by. death? The minister believed that he The interviews between Jeanie Trim bad not. There was no annal in the and Kinaird were not monotonous. family letters of his name, although All else was monotonous. December, other rejected suitors were mentioned January, February passed away. The freely. Had he told his love by look mornings and the evenings brought no or gesture, and left it unspoken, or had change outwardly in the sick-room, no look and gesture been misunderstood, change to the appearance of the fine and the whole slight love-story been old face and still stately figure, sugborn where it had died, in the heart of gested no variety of thought or emotion the maiden ? “Where it had died !” to the lady's decaying faculties ; but at – it had not died. More than sixty the hours when she sat and contentedly years had passed, and the love-story ate the food that the maid brought her, was presently enacting itself, as all past her mental vision cleared, as it foand all future must forever be enact- cussed upon the thought of her heart's ing to beings for whom time is not. darling. It was she whose questions Then, too, where was he who, by some suggested nearly all the variations in means, whether of his own volition or the game of imagination which the not, had become so much a part of the young woman so aptly played. pulsing life of a young girl that, when “ Was he riding his black mare, all else of life passed from her with the Jeanie Trim ?" weight of years, her heart still re- "I didna see the beast. He stood mained obedient to him? Where was on his feet when he was tapping at the he? Had his life gone out like the door.” flame of a candle when it is blown ? " Whisht! Ye could tell if he wore Or, if he was anywhere in the universe his boots and spurs, an' his drab waistof living spirits, was le unconscious of coat, buttoned high ?" the power which he was wielding ? “Now that ye speak of it, those Was it a triumph to him to know that were the very things he wore." he had come, gay and débonnaire, in “It'd be the black mare he was ridthe bloom of his youth, into this long-ing, nae doubt ; he'll have tied her to existing sanctuary of home, and set the gate in the lane." Or again : aside, with a wave of his hand, hus- “ Was it in the best parlor that ye saw band, children, and friends, dead and him the day? He'd be drinking tea living ?

with my mither." Whatever might be the physical as- “That he was ; and she smiling tae pects of the case, one thing was cer- him over the dish of tea." tain, that the influence of Kinaird Ay, he looks fine and handsome, Kinaird alone of all those who had bowing to my mither in the best parentered into relations with the lady - lor, Jeanie Trim. Did ye notice if he was useful at this time to come be- I wore silk stockings ?

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