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The pair got the cue, and resolved to subject the Miss Wishart whose naue to a friendly criticism Meanwhile they held their peace on the eria is!" said Arthur "Very," said Lewis; "but you know the story My respectable aunt's father had a large fa of a classical turn of mind he called them after the Muses The Muses held out for nine, but for the tenth and youngest he found himself in a difficulty So he tried another tack and called the child after the nyeria It sounds outlandish, but I prefer it to Terpsichore"

Thereafter they lit pipes, and, with the gravity which is due to a great subject, inspected their friend's rods and guns

"I see no memorials of your travels, Lewie," said Arthur "You s, and most people like to stick theot a roomful if you want to see the a n odds and ends I like hos about me when I am in Scotland"

"You're a sentie, who heard only the last word, assued his suspicions, and favoured that gentleman with a wild frown of disapproval

As Lewis sat on the edge of the Etterick burn and looked over the shining spaces of etful of his past, hisAlice Wishart had begun to claihts He told himself a thousand times that he was not in love--that he should never be in love, being destined for other things; that he liked the girl as he liked any fresh young creature in the race of innocence But insensibly his everyday reflections began to be coloured by her presence "What would she think of this?" "How that would please her!" were sentences spoken often by the tongue of his fancy He found charravity pleased him; but that he should be led bond-slave by love--that was a matter he valiantly denied

II

The sheepfolds of Etterick lie in a little fold of glen so, where the heathy tableland, known all over the glen as "The Muirs," relieves the monotony of precipitous hills On this day it was alert with life The little paddock was cra in the pens Within was the liveliest scene, for there a dozen herds sat on clipping-stools each with a struggling ewe between his knees, and the ground beneath hiallows in a corner huge bags were suspended which were slowly filling A cauldron of pitch bubbled over a fire, and the smoke rose blue in the hot hill air Every reat E on the left shoulder and then with aard stus slept in the sun and wagged their tails in the rear of the paddock S feet to drive the flocks In a corner below a little shed was the clippers' lasses of whisky each, laid by under a white cloth Meanti of sheep, the inters, and the loud broad converse of the men