OCR Text |
Show 3 lOTJIANS LOVE. , Scotchman 1"oses Hls Heart o E"tbe Daughter of His Master. rj DO LIVES AFTEE THEM Way-She Painted Iu the fitness Box -His Calling. I'i . asatner D?oiute'ry wiie ko U! fdtiwn of the Murray Hill ss&ed by a valued footman for f interview. When by them-S them-S tbe library the gentleman, at- ld waiting- was surprised to see , honest face, which topped 6 feet 1 ,,jr Scotch brawn, paling and 'like a !?ir1'9' while 116 vail)1y la -jihe morrow." ei li my man, yon don't mean you J 'leave m? sors-ir-? Are you not with your wages and your privi- inls in heaven coiildna find . bui lwaun gangawa1." jot let von go, Donald, without JW. VThat aro your reasons for to niaister." H'e I,oor fellow groaned, , effort, "tho bonny lassie, Misi It.amia,canna stay, sir!" .Bwrfc, man! Has Miss Bessie ran unkindly? I would not sup-ilile." sup-ilile." na, ar," and then by much prod-tt'o prod-tt'o rehiotant man it transpired add had lost his heart to the 15-i 15-i daughter of his employer and tuior hound to leave the house. ,mr daughter, know this? Have an to her? Why, Eessie is only ,oa rascal!'' exclaimed the father, nsisiun. . B.sie's na bairn, Hir; Miss Bes-.aniji?!!'' Bes-.aniji?!!'' declared Donald, with a mission that in speaking of the eiauovor mentioned; "butsh IniaAV pair Donald's heart she knaw." icwe, my man, tliis ia too silly, want to lose you and you don't ,i tlirow up a good place. Con-' Con-' all, this is preposterous!" ; is, sir," assented Donald, hum-ct hum-ct oli, niaister! yestereen when sie came from her drive i'i the rt fut slipped on tho step I her uh, maister," with a dra-jesturo dra-jesturo toward his broad chest. ) have sick een, and sick a fut I I :3iigawa'." ' ' . ' m "ho did. The morning after-)la after-)la Bessie's maid found a small her mistress' door, addressed in a I scrawl. The wondering Misa found that it contained a bunch idi heather and a gold ring a and engraved with a thistle, Scot-taticmid Scot-taticmid emblem. That day poor j ailed in tiie Caledonia carrying imded, honest heart back to the countree." Clara Belle's New letter. |