Kilmeny of the Orchard

down to read a letter he had picked up from the hall table. It was from Larry West, and after the

fallen into the hands of the Philistines-that is to say, the doctors. I've not b

at me one morning at the breakfast table and said, VERY gently, 'You

s an inconvenient habit of making you realize that she is exactly right, and that you would be all kind

lly he said I must stop work 'immejutly and to onct' and hie me straightway to a climate not afflicted with the north-east winds of Princ

s looking for the place, but just now I cannot get a suitable substitute. I have a couple of pupils who are preparing to try the Queen's Academy entrance examinations, and I don't like to leave them in the lurch or hand them over to the tender mercies of some third-c

isn't a very lively place. The rising and setting of the sun are the most exciting events of the average day. But the people are very kind and hospitable; and Prince Edward Island in the month of June i

ool than a good constitutional. Mrs. Williamson is the dearest soul alive; and she is one of

haracter in his way. He is an amusing old gossip, with a turn for racy comment and a finger

y and as such he must always be called and referred to. Never, as you value Robert's good opinion, let him hear you speaking of his p

wn one side, against which you will bump your head times innumerable until you learn to remember that it is th

eyond which is an unspeakable miracle of beauty. The sun is setting over it as I write and I see such a sea of glass mingled with fire as might have figured in the visions of the Patmian seer. A vessel

r the

as in faerie l

d if you can, report for dut

rewd, somewhat hard, although just and honest, man of business that he really was. He had a round, rosy face, fringed with white whiskers, a fine head of long white hair, and

ring her lifetime she had been the object of the passionate devotion of both her husband and son; and the fine, strong, sweet face of the picture was a testimony that she had been worthy of their love and reverence. The same face

on of letting him see it. He loved this boy of his, with the dead mother's eyes, b

oodness," he said testily, as he

programme interesting

r praying in, I do believe,-at least, when a man has a voice like Old Charlie's. There was such a sonorous roll to the words that the mere sound of them made me feel like getting down on

aughingly, "have you and David Baker entered into a cons

David Baker on such a subje

ll the way home from the college on the subject. But

r been one since your mother died. I am tired of housekeepers. And I want t

picture. "But I can't rush out and marry somebody off-hand, can I? And I fear it wou

d Mr. Marshall, with the patient air of a ma

woman who could make my

nowadays," growled his father. "I was in lo

man until you met my mother. I know that, father. And it d

. That's what's the matter

womanly sweetness is apt to be pitched pretty high. Let's drop the su

Larry's knocked out at last-always thought he would be-always exp

so, if you d

onous time of it, judging f

earch of excitement. I'm going to oblig

nnipeg. He was always talking of 'the Island.' Somebody once asked him, 'What island do you mean?' He simply LOOKED at that ignorant man. Then he said, 'Why, Prince Edward Island, mon.

hat in a place like Linds

from a railroad and five from a store. However, I expect your mother's son to behave himself in the fear of God and man. In all likelihood the worst thing that wil