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But while he was hurrying on his journey of love and succor, Maggie was

watching in an indescribable sickness of delayed hope If Allan got her

letter on the 29th she thought he would surely be at Dru She invented excuses for his delay for

severalhiain visit Pittenloch

What a week ofturned her

sharply to the light "Miss Promoter," he said, "you are very near ill

Go away and cry Take a good cry ItI

will stay by Miss Caarden, my brave woman,

and have it out with yourself"

She was thankful to do so She wrapped her plaid around her and almost

fled to the thick laurel shrubbery As she walked there she cried softly,

"Oh, Allan, Allan, Allan, it wasna ie's fault!" Her bit of broken sixpence hung by a

narrow ribbon round her neck She laid it in her hand, kissed it, and wept

over it "He'll maybe come back to me! He'll maybe come back to me! And if

he never comes back I'll be aye true to him; true till death to him He'll

ken it some time! He'll ken it some time!" She cried passionately; she let

her quick nature have full way; and sobbed as she had been used to sob