The Seaforth News, 1937-09-16, Page 6• FAE SIX.
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wiln you. Yonr Sister and ecery 11111 to the yellow line of the Orosay
But even he, with trIl his eager One swift siiriek tittered, and tied.
hop •s and ambitions, was ehilled to 1 acid Meenie awoke. and terror
'the heart when at last they drew near And wonder were in her eyes;
to the giant town, They bad spent And ale baked a; the maasasaeita
the night Inverness, for he had valley.
some business to transact there on And she looked lo the ster-lit
'behalf of Lord Anne; and now it was
afternoc,n-an afternoon shill and dis-
mal, with an east aind bloa lug that
made even the ontlying landscape
they had tome through dreary and
hopeless. Then, as they got nearer to
the cita. such suggestions of the coml,
try as still remained grow more and
more grim; there were patches of
saur-lookin g grass surrounded by
damp stone walls; gaunt lanildinga
soatabegrimed and gloomy; an ever-
increasing bine-gray mist pierced by
tall chimneys that were almost spec-
tral in the .dulled light. He had been
to Glasgow before, but chiefly on one
or two swift errands connected with
guns and game and fishing -rods; and
he did not remember having found it
so melancholyalooking a place as this
Was. He was rather silent as he got
ready for leaving the train.
He found his brother 'Andrew
awaiting them; and he had engaged
a cab, .for a slight ,drizzle had begun.
Moreover, he said he had secured for
Ronald a lodging right opposite the
atation; and thither the younger bro-
ther forthwith transferred his 'things;
then he •carne down the hollow
-
sounding stone stair again, and got
into the cab, and set out for the Rev-
erend Andrew's house, which was on
the south side of .the city.
The moonlight lies on Loch Naver,
And the night is strange and still;
And the stars are twinkling coldly
Above the Clebrig hill
And there by the aide af the is,.ater,
0 what strange shapes are these?
10 these are the wild witch -maidens
Down from the northern seas,
And alley stand in a magic circle
Pale in the moonlight sheen;
And each has over her forehead
A star of golden-ggeen,
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