| Author: | William Black | ISBN: | 1230000159763 |
| Publisher: | Lost Leaf Publications | Publication: | August 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | William Black |
| ISBN: | 1230000159763 |
| Publisher: | Lost Leaf Publications |
| Publication: | August 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
CONTENTS OF VOL. III.
CHAPTER I.
A MESSAGE
CHAPTER II.
IN GLASGOW TOWN
CHAPTER III.
A RESOLVE
CHAPTER IV.
A BOLDER STEP
CHAPTER V.
A MEETING
CHAPTER VI.
CONFESSION
CHAPTER VII.
AT THE PEAR-TREE WELL
CHAPTER VIII.
THE COMING OF TROUBLES
CHAPTER IX.
IN OTHER CLIMES
CHAPTER X.
A CHALLENGE
CHAPTER XI.
A WEDDING
CHAPTER XII.
IN DARKENED WAYS
CHAPTER XIII.
IN ABSENCE
CHAPTER XIV.
WANDERINGS IN THE WEST
CHAPTER XV.
A PLEDGE REDEEMED
CHAPTER XVI.
THE FACTOR OF BALNAVRAIN
WHITE HEATHER.
CHAPTER I.
A MESSAGE.
Clear and brilliant in their blue and white are these shining northern skies; and the winds that come blowing over the moorland are honey-scented from the heather; and the wide waters of the loch are all of a ruffled and shimmering silver, with a thin fringe of foam along the curving bays. And this is Love Meenie that comes out from the cottage and comes down to the road; with perhaps less of the wild-rose tint in her cheeks than used to be there, and less of the ready light of gladness that used to leap into her blue-gray eyes; but still with that constant gentleness of expression that seems to bring her into accord with all the beautiful things in the landscape around her. And, indeed, on this particular morning she is cheerful enough; walking briskly, chatting to the ancient terrier that is trotting at her side, and equably regarding now the velvet-soft shadows that steal along the sunlit slopes of Clebrig, and now the wheeling and circling of some peewits that have been startled from their marshy haunts by the side of the stream.
'And who knows but that there may be a message or a bit of news for us this morning?' she says to the faithful Harry. 'For yonder comes the mail. And indeed it's well for you, my good little chap, that you can't understand how far away Glasgow is; I suppose you expect to see your master at any minute, at every turn of the road. And if he should send you a message—or Maggie either—how am I to tell you?'
The pretty Nelly is at the door of the inn, scattering food to the fowls.
'It's a peautiful moarning, Miss Douglas,' she says.
And here is Mr. Murray, with his pipe, and his occultly humorous air.
'And are you come along for your letters, Miss Meenie?' he says. 'Ay, ay, it is not an unusual thing for a young leddy to be anxious about a letter—it is not an unusual thing at ahl.'
And now the mail-car comes swinging up to the door; the one or two passengers alight, glad to stretch their legs; the letter bags are hauled down, and Miss Douglas follows them indoors. Mrs. Murray, who acts as post-mistress, is not long in sorting out the contents.
'Two for me?' says Meenie. 'And both from Glasgow? Well, now, that does not often happen.'
But of course she could not further interrupt the post-mistress in the performance of her duties; so she put the letters in her pocket; passed out from the inn and through the little crowd of loiterers; and made for the high-road and for home. She was in no hurry to open these budgets of news. Such things came but once in a while to this remote hamlet; and when they did come they were leisurely and thoroughly perused—not skimmed and thrown aside. Nevertheless when she got up to the high-road she thought she would pause there for just a second, and run her eye over the pages, lest there might be some mention of Ronald's name. She had heard of him but little of late; and he had never once written to her—perhaps he had no excuse for doing so. It was through Maggie that from time to time she got news of him; and now it was Maggie's letter that she opened first.
CONTENTS OF VOL. III.
CHAPTER I.
A MESSAGE
CHAPTER II.
IN GLASGOW TOWN
CHAPTER III.
A RESOLVE
CHAPTER IV.
A BOLDER STEP
CHAPTER V.
A MEETING
CHAPTER VI.
CONFESSION
CHAPTER VII.
AT THE PEAR-TREE WELL
CHAPTER VIII.
THE COMING OF TROUBLES
CHAPTER IX.
IN OTHER CLIMES
CHAPTER X.
A CHALLENGE
CHAPTER XI.
A WEDDING
CHAPTER XII.
IN DARKENED WAYS
CHAPTER XIII.
IN ABSENCE
CHAPTER XIV.
WANDERINGS IN THE WEST
CHAPTER XV.
A PLEDGE REDEEMED
CHAPTER XVI.
THE FACTOR OF BALNAVRAIN
WHITE HEATHER.
CHAPTER I.
A MESSAGE.
Clear and brilliant in their blue and white are these shining northern skies; and the winds that come blowing over the moorland are honey-scented from the heather; and the wide waters of the loch are all of a ruffled and shimmering silver, with a thin fringe of foam along the curving bays. And this is Love Meenie that comes out from the cottage and comes down to the road; with perhaps less of the wild-rose tint in her cheeks than used to be there, and less of the ready light of gladness that used to leap into her blue-gray eyes; but still with that constant gentleness of expression that seems to bring her into accord with all the beautiful things in the landscape around her. And, indeed, on this particular morning she is cheerful enough; walking briskly, chatting to the ancient terrier that is trotting at her side, and equably regarding now the velvet-soft shadows that steal along the sunlit slopes of Clebrig, and now the wheeling and circling of some peewits that have been startled from their marshy haunts by the side of the stream.
'And who knows but that there may be a message or a bit of news for us this morning?' she says to the faithful Harry. 'For yonder comes the mail. And indeed it's well for you, my good little chap, that you can't understand how far away Glasgow is; I suppose you expect to see your master at any minute, at every turn of the road. And if he should send you a message—or Maggie either—how am I to tell you?'
The pretty Nelly is at the door of the inn, scattering food to the fowls.
'It's a peautiful moarning, Miss Douglas,' she says.
And here is Mr. Murray, with his pipe, and his occultly humorous air.
'And are you come along for your letters, Miss Meenie?' he says. 'Ay, ay, it is not an unusual thing for a young leddy to be anxious about a letter—it is not an unusual thing at ahl.'
And now the mail-car comes swinging up to the door; the one or two passengers alight, glad to stretch their legs; the letter bags are hauled down, and Miss Douglas follows them indoors. Mrs. Murray, who acts as post-mistress, is not long in sorting out the contents.
'Two for me?' says Meenie. 'And both from Glasgow? Well, now, that does not often happen.'
But of course she could not further interrupt the post-mistress in the performance of her duties; so she put the letters in her pocket; passed out from the inn and through the little crowd of loiterers; and made for the high-road and for home. She was in no hurry to open these budgets of news. Such things came but once in a while to this remote hamlet; and when they did come they were leisurely and thoroughly perused—not skimmed and thrown aside. Nevertheless when she got up to the high-road she thought she would pause there for just a second, and run her eye over the pages, lest there might be some mention of Ronald's name. She had heard of him but little of late; and he had never once written to her—perhaps he had no excuse for doing so. It was through Maggie that from time to time she got news of him; and now it was Maggie's letter that she opened first.
