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anent you a' the time maistly; and he said, 'Mysie, she'll maybe come back

some day; and if ever she does, you'll tell her I was here, and that I

missed her sairly; and he left a bit of paper for you wi' et it

for you, e hae had our breakfast"

"Get it the noo, Mysie I'm fain to see it; and I dinna want my breakfast

much--and shut the door, and run the bolt in, Mysie; I' to see

folk"

It was one of those letters which we have forgotten horite--large

letter cap, folded within itself, and sealed with scarlet wax It was,

"Dearest Maggie! Sweetest Maggie! Best beloved of women!" It was full of

tenderness, and trust, and sorrow, and undying affection Maggie's tears

washed it like a shower of rain Maggie's kisses sealed every promise, and

returned to the writer ten-fold every word of its passionate ret her journey Oh, she would ladly have walked

every mile of the way, to have found that letter at the end of it "He'll

co hilad he will be to hae a word from me" In the drawer of the

table in Allan's room there was some paper and wax Allan's letter had

been written with his pocket pencil, but she found a David's old

papers the remains of several pencils, and with some little difficulty she

made them sufficiently sharp to express what she wished to say