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“Dear Kit.â€"I write to let you know about your mother. Walter Mac Waiter is, Rob and I both think, plain- 1{ going out of his mind. And we 1; ink something ought to be tried to get her away from him, lest he do her a mortal mischief. He locks her up in a room at Kirkoswald and keeps the key, letting none go near her but him- se'.f. Heather Jock brought the word, but Waiter Mac Waiter has threaten- ed to shoot him if ever he catches him about the house again. The other letter was from Betty Landsborough. It ran more briefly: “Dear Kit, they say that you c01- Ieg'ers have holidays at Christmas time. Come home if you have to walk all the way, and Rob Armour and you and me will try to get her away from that man. It is not safe. We are all in some measure of health here. Your grandfather and grand- mother are well at time of writing. Laziness is all that is the matter with Rob, al§o_c0nceit of himgelf._ “Kit, I hope you are behaving yourâ€" self among the Edinburgh lasses, and have not forgotten your old friend, While Kit perused his letters the “Orra Man” sat looking at him with n hunay look in his face. He had noticea 2y improved in appearance since the day after the Elysium. He now wore, not a spare suit of Mr. Bisset’s, but a wellâ€"cut overcoat, frockcoat. and grey trousers. His carefully»brushea silk hat lay on the mule brim upwards. .-.. . éofltinu‘ed t1: game wistfufl and eagerly the .V__ r in Kit's and. 2K“ l-aldfickzm the‘fi‘efifé‘whilst he read over Betty’s. “Well?” said Christopher Ken- nedy. M.A., a white and quivering anxiety settling down upon his pale face. He fr neatly smoothed his hair, now libel-a 41y sprinkled with sil- ver. and pulled at the moustache, which, however, still remained black and long. An impulse came over Kit. It was an old adage of his grandfather’s, which he had but lately begun to understand the meaning of, that no- thing steadies a man like responsibil- ity or Women like children of their own. As he read his head drooped on his hand, and the letter was laid down on the tablecloth, with a fastrfalling rain of tears falling upon it. Kit sat silent and waited. At last his father looked up. He read both communications more than once. “Kit,” he said, in an almost in- audible voice, “do you think you can trust me with these letters? I have too long stood apart as unworthy and al- lowed this iniquity to go unchecked. Now, thank God, by the help of my two friends and fellow-townsmen, Alexander Strong and Daniel Bisset, I am depending upon strength that is not my own. There lies u 11 me a responsibility of which you now noâ€" thing. Will you trust me a little long- er, and do nothing in this matter till I have laid these two letters before Impulsively he thrust both letters across to his father and sat looking at him as he tried to peruse them. Christopher Kennedy laid the Papers down, gravely drew out a double eyeâ€" glass, carefully adjusted it u n his nose, and lifted Lilias Mac ’alter's letter with shaking fingers. them “What has Mr. Strong or Mr. Bis- set to do with my mother?" said Kit, with sturdy Scotch unwillingness that such troubles should be spoken of out- side the family. Alwayg Buy The littfe leaves and ti 9 from high mountain tea gardens, t at are used in SALADA are mpch figer in flagpr an- v--â€"â€" __ _.__ 7 than any Gunpowder or J apan. CHAPTER XLlX.â€"(Cont’d.) v,” BETTY LANDSBOROUGB.” GREEN TEA BY 8. B. CBOOKETT. I “I've got a berth for you after the New Year,” he cried. “What do you think of that? There's a cousin of my cub's who is going in for his medical l‘preh'm.’ He has yarned his father that he has passed already, and now the old man is on the war-path and is coming up at the end of the session to prospect. Besides he is ready to take his first professional, and he can’t unless he has passed his pre- liminary. So I've promised that you will shove him through.” “Mr. Strong nothing save as one in whompI have confided; and who has helped me as jt does not often fall to one man to help another. He has put power and purpose into my poor life. But as to Daniel Bisset and his daugh- ter! That is another,_matber! They are most intimately connected with all that concerns Walter Mac Walter.” Kit felt that he was beyond his depth. But the look of power and dignity on the “Orra Man’s” face was so surprising that he suffered him to carry off the letters. Christopher Kennedy rose with the two papers in his hand. “I will return as soon as we have decided upon a plan of action,’.’, he said. “Fear nothing. God has given Walter Mac Waiter into our hands, and the wronged woman who has been so long in the valley of the shadow shall again walk in the light.” He assed throu h the door and went own stairs. it, sitting silent over his books, could hear the door of the Bissets' flat open and shut. Then in a while it opened again, and pres- ently looking past the edge of the blind he could see the broad shoulders of Daniel Bisset and the tall slenderl figure of his father striding down the. windy street arm in arm. And het knew that the exâ€"drunkard and thei Infidel Lecturer were on their way to] take counsel with that eminently noble’ entle-mun and Christian minister, the: verend Alexander Strong, of the; more than Metropolitan Church of1 Saint Laurence. l Rob Grier came back in the highest spyij and sigppefi Kit on the back. “Why don’t you do it yourself, Rob?” said Kit, smiling up at him. ‘.‘Oh Rob Grier kens his place,” said tile ex-smith, dropping into the vernacular. “It‘s mainly Latin and Greek that he wants. Besides, I hae as muckie afore my nose as I can manage!" Th5 two lads rose and shook hands wiltii‘xgut yord§_or1_ejth$xj side. “Now,” said Rob, q'just cast your innker ower my version, and tick the howiers wi' a killivine.” (Underline the bad mistake‘s with a lead pencil.) An hour afterwards, in the great bare study of Alexander Strong, three men sat round a tabie. Theu' hos§ was sumgning up: “What you have to do is plain. You, Bisset, must keep some of your peopie on their track from the moment they reach the city. If Walter Mac Walter is a madman, he is most certainly a madman with a plan in his head. The brother of the dead Mary Bimt may have his own idea what that plan is.” For this is the sort of macaronic speech Produced by a few months of college aife acting upon a base of rich Galloway Doric. “And you, In old college mate," he turned to the Classical Master, “ ou have also your part to play, ‘in t e strengthof a man,’ as Bisset might say; ‘by the help of God,’ as I would glut it. Right is on your side. We WU sup ort you in that right. If Mac Water shows fight I will bring poor Nick French with me. But he will not fight. At all hazards and at any cost we must get this wronged woman out of his ,hands.” “Then,” said Daniel Bisset, “it is agreed that we go to Sandhavern and take Kit Kennedy and Mary Bisset with us. ~ That isz themevent of Walter Mac Walter taking his wife there.” The others nodded, and then, standâ€" ing up, they ail shook hands solemnly upon their compact. n th ire-e 11 Baxt‘ BAXTER'S FULLY CHAPTER I time drove lifl’s between (1e (n the east memory of the antations in th . He was know. ‘Auldfl whupper the Sand ain awe a d Baxter 1 quite forgotâ€" :t has endVess entricity, his : more start acquired the We had been dants i the Sand} 5 high had ast gave some color to the universal opin-" on that he had some “slaisber o' the tarâ€"brush” about him. In the daya before railways there could have been no safer investment than the inn of Port Baxter. In itself the port was nothingâ€"n mere fring- in§ hamlet along a sandy ba. far beow; a dozen fishers divid into three quaintly intermarried families on aged chiefly in producing albinozeci ba 198 in thatched cottages and cher- ishing odomus lobster-pots upon a ‘tiny quay. For all that, when first built “Baxter’s” little deserved its tnickname of “Baxter's Folly." But, like Baxter’s descendants, Baxâ€" ters had fallen upon evil days. For the coaches had vanished from the roads and the bicycles were not yet. Still there was a certain traffic, car- riers between the three notable towns from which Baxters lay about equi- distant, shepherds driving to or re- turning from Fairport market or Falâ€" kirk Tryst, many sea bathers in the summer timeâ€"an overpress of them: indeed, sleeping in tiers in the barn and on the dining-room table of Baxâ€" ter’s, so, at least, they said in Fair- port. At all events, custom sufficient there was to make a fairly rich woâ€" man of Mistress Mcysie Conachai', the plump and rosy hostess, who with her own shapely hands Served the liquors in the bar and clinked the money into the till. It was a dullish December evening that Hoggie Haugh, hostler and facâ€" totum of Mistress Conachar, was en- gaged in sweeping out the stable- ard of Baxter's. Hoggie had obtaine his wonderful Christian name (“if shape it could be called that shape had none”) upon the ice at the play of the curling stones. He suffered as a player from a chronic inability to pass the "hogâ€"score," a sort of great gulf fixed upon the rink, those failing to overpass which abide in a kind of limbo, unclassed and uncounted at the game’s ending. As for Hoggie’s other name it was seldom heard, but on these occasions was pronounced with the exact sound of some one impolitely clearing his throat. He sniffed the air again. “It’s ‘aboot tea-time, Hoggie,” he said; “I [wish ye could smeil the ham fryin’â€"- iLord, here they cqmej”_ Now Hoggie was a stout fellow, shrewd, not uncomer to look upon, and accounted to be “far ben" with his mistress. There were those who even paid a kind of provisional court to Hoggie, as not unlikely to stand behind the bar some day himself and rattle the coin into the’till, the cop- pers into one sounding compartment and the tinkling silver into a place by itself. ‘ Hoggie communed with himself as be swept his besom steadily to and froâ€"or rather,. to be exact, to, but not fro: “It’s saft like. but it's sun to be safter afore a’ be dune," e confided to the clouds. He looked up at the leaden pall which had spread above and snifl’ed at the li ht breeze, which came from the sout â€"east. It smelt moist in his nostrils. And Hoggie sol- lioquised as he leaned upon his broom: “Snaw,” he said, nodding his head sagvely; “an ending 0' gnawâ€"wreaths and drifts o' snawâ€"a close cover for Christmas, a white and sleekit New Year. And packs 0’ vxsitors in the hoose, or on their road. Guid send that they be storm-stayed on their way, fur I kenna what they will.do wi' themsel's. It’s a blessin’ that the mistress has flour an’ meal, hams in raws and raws, and saxty hens on the baulksâ€"every hen 0' them guid layâ€" ers even in winter time!" As he spoke a high dog-cart whiz-H ed past and drew up in the corner of} the yard with a spirited clatter and ai spraying of the sand and gravel fromi the tense forefoet of the black niare ietwevn ihe shafts. g A 1311 dark man leaped down, and throwing the wins to Hoggie he turn- ed to assist a veiled lady from the other seat. She was clad in black, and wrapped from the cold in many folds of shawl. “Here, take the ribbons, don’t stand malingering there!” cried the dark man to Hoggie, “and if you don’t let her cool slowly and feed her well, I’ll tan the hide of!: you. my good man with the bullet head!" “The bullet headâ€"very well,” said Hoggie, under his breath. “I’ll mind that! Tan my hide, master, will ye? Hoggie Haugh kens a gentleman and a gentleman's words. And he neither sees ane or hears the fiber." This to himself, and then with a sympaflietic glance at the silent figure standing waiting in the snow he mur- mured, “Eh, the puir thing, ’11 wager she has name 0’ her sorrows to seek wi’ a black-aâ€"vised Turk like that! Tan my hide, will he? Let him try’t, that’s a’!" And Hoggie Haugh, having led the black mare into stall, turned about and “squared up" scientifically at the back of the visitor which was ‘ust vanishing into the bar, the siient woman following m-eekly behind. “Eh, puir thing!” said Hoggie aggr ‘Hoggie Went back to his sweeping, but now with a more perfunctory diliâ€" gence, owing in about equal measure to the broad flakes of moist snow. which had begun to fail ii htiy and aii‘ily, with mangupward ii tings and side swirlings in the winds that blew before the snowstorm, and to the fact that Hoggie had an eye to keep on the kitchen of Baxter‘s and an ear to direct towards the frizzie of the pan. (To be continued.) Housewife Ager Couldn WESDC Her Preference abl her on thirty days’ trial?“ ,Lâ€"“No, but I'd like to buy 1dr; that way." t Gambol If He Did ll) 1d; Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such md patterns as you want. 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