"I'm not using it in a contemptuous sense. | Colin softly to himself; and then he caught Man's an irrational being, take him at his the glance of terror, almost of anger, with best. I'm not saying if it's above reason or which his mother stopped short and looked below reason, but out of reason; which at him, with her lips apart, as if her breathmakes it none the worse to me. All reli- ing had stopped for the moment. "Mother, gion's out of reason for that matter,-which dear, I have no such intention," said the is a thing we never can be got to allow in young man; only that I am leaving WoScotland. You understand it better in your densbourne with feelings so amicable and church," said the philosopher, with a keen amiable to everybody that it looks alarming. glance-half sarcastic, half amused-at the Even Harry Frankland, you see-and this astonished curate, who was taken by sur- morning his cousin"prise, and did not know what to say. 66 "What about his cousin, Colin?" said the mistress, with bated breath. Upon which Colin laughed-not harshly, or in mockery-softly, with a sound of tenderness, as if somewhere, not far off, there lay a certain fountain of tears. "She is very pretty, mother," he said, During this time, however, Colin and Harry were eying each other over the Italian books. 66 You wont find it at all difficult," said young Frankland; "if you had been staying longer, we might have helped you. I say-look here-I am much obliged to you," Harry added, suddenly: "a fellow" very sweet and kind and charming. I does not know what to say in such circumstances. I am horribly vexed to think of your being ill. I'd be very glad to do as much for you as you have done for me." "Which is simply nothing at all," said Colin, hastily; and then he became conscious of the effort the other had made. "Thank you for saying as much. I wish you could, and then nobody would think any more about it," he said, laughing; and then they regarded each other for another half-minute across the table, while Lauderdale and the curate kept on talking heresy. Then Colin suddenly held out his hand. "It seems my fate to go away without a grudge against anybody," said the young man, "which is hard enough when one has a certain right to a grievance. Good-by. I dare say after this your path and mine will scarcely cross again." 66 dare say she will be a leader of fashion, a few years hence, when she is married; and I shall have great pleasure in paying my respects to her when I go up from the Assembly in black silk stockings, with a deputation to present an address to the queen." Mrs. Campbell never heard any more of what had been or had not been between her son and the little siren whom she herself, in the bitterness of her heart, had taken upon herself to reprove; and this was how Colin, without, as he said, a grudge against anybody, concluded the episode of Wodens bourne. Some time, however, clapsed before it was possible for Colin and his companion to leave England. Colin of Ramore was, as his wife had imagined, slow to perceive the necessity for so expensive a proceeding. The father's alarm by this time had come to a conclusion. The favorable bulletins which the mistress had sent from time to time by way of calming the anxiety of the family, had appeared to the farmer the natural indications of a complete recovery; and so thought Archie, who was his father's chief adviser, in the ab"The sence of the mistress of the house. wife's gone crazy," said big Colin. "She thinks this laddie of hers should be humored and made of as if he was Sir Thomas Frank "Good-by," said Harry Frankland, rising up-and he made a step or two to the door, but came back again, swallowing a lump in his throat. Good-by," he repeated, holding out his hand another time. "I hope you'll soon get well! God bless you, old fellow! I never knew you till now,' -and so disappeared very suddenly, closing the door after him with a little unconscious violence. Colin lay back in his chair with a smile on his face. The two who were talk-land's son." And the farmer treated with ing beside him had their ears intently open to this little by-play; but they went on with their talk, and left the principal actors in this little drama alone. "I wonder if I am going to die?" said a little carelessness his wife's assurances that a warmer climate was necessary for Colin. "Naebody would ever have thought of such a thing, had he been at hame when the accident happened," said Archie, which was, indeed, very true: and the father and son, who were the money-makers of the family, thought the idea altogether fantastical. The matter came to be mentioned to the minister, who was, like everybody else on the Holy Loch, interested about Colin, and, as it happened, finally reached the ears of the same professor who had urged him to compete for the Baliol scholarship. Now, it would be hard, in this age of competitive examinations, to say anything in praise of a university prize awarded by favor,-not to say that the prizes in Scotch universities are so few as to make such patronage specially invidious. Matters are differently managed nowadays, and it is to be hoped that pure merit always wins the tiny rewards which Scotch learning has at its disposal; but in Colin's day, the interest of a popular professor was worth something. The little conclave was again gathered round the fire in Colin's room at Wodensbourne, reading, with mingled feelings, a letter from Ramore, when another communication from Glasgow was put into Colin's hand. The farmer's letter had been a little impatient, and showed a household disarranged and out of temper. One of the cows was ill, and the maid-servant of the period had not proved herself equal to the emergency. "I don't want to hurry you, or to make Colin move before he is ablé," wrote the head of the house; "but it appears to me that he would be far more likely to recover his health and strength at home." The mistress had turned aside, apparently to look out at the window, from which was visible a white blast of rain sweeping over the dreary plain which surrounded Wodensbourne, though in reality it was to hide the gush of tears that had come to her eyes. Big Colin and his wife were what people call "a very united couple," and had kept the love of their youth wonderfully fresh in their hearts; but still there were times when the man was impatient and dull of understanding, and could not comprehend the woman, just as, perhaps, though Mrs. Campbell was not so clearly aware of that side of the question, there might be times when, on her side, the woman was equally a hinderance to the man. She looked out upon the sweeping rain, and thought of the "soft weather" on the Holy Loch, which had so depressing an effect upon herself, notwithstanding her sound health and many duties, and of the winds of March which were approaching, and of Colin's life, the most precious thing on earth, because the most in peril. What was she to do,—a poor woman who had nothing, who could earn nothing, who had only useless yearnings and cares of love to give her son? While Mrs. Campbell was thus contemplating her impotence, and wringing her hands in secret over the adverse decision from home, Lauderdale was walking about the room in a state of high good-humor and content, radiant with the consciousness of that hundred pounds, "or maybe mair," with which it was to be his unshared, exclusive privilege to succor Colin." I see no reason why we should wait longer. The mistress is wanted at home, and the east winds are coming on; and, when our siller is spent, we'll make more," said the exultant philosopher. And it was at this moment of all others that the professor's letter was put into the invalid's hands. He read it in silence, while the mistress remained at the window, concocting in her mind another appeal to her husband, and wondering in her tender heart how it was that men were so dull of comprehension and so hard to manage. "If Colin should turn ill again,"-for she dared not even think the word she meant," his father would never forgive himsel'," said the mistress to herself; and, as for Lauderdale, he had returned to the contemplation of a Continental Bradshaw, which was all the literature of which, at this crisis, Colin's friend was capable. They were both surprised when Colin rose up, flushed and excited, with this letter, which nobody had attached any importance to, in his hands. "They have given me one of the Snell scholarships," said Colin without any preface, " to travel and complete my studies. It is a hundred pounds a year; and I think, as Lauderdale says, we can start to-morrow," said the young man, who in his weakness and excitement was moved almost to tears. "Eh, Colin, the Lord bless them!" said the mistress, sitting down suddenly in the nearest chair. She did not know who it was upon whom she was bestowing that benediction, which came from the depths of her heart; but she had to sit still after she had uttered it, blinded by two great tears that made even her son's face invisible, and with a trembling in her frame which rendered her incapable of any movement. She was incon sistent, like other human creatures. When All the household of Wodensbourne turned she had attained to this sudden deliverance, out to wish Colin a good journey next mornand had thanked God for it, it instantly ing when he went away; and the mistress darted through her mind that her boy was going to leave her on a solemn and doubtful journey, now to be delayed no longer; and it was some time before she was able to get up and arrange for the last time the carefullymended linen, which was all ready for him now. She packed it, shedding a few tears over it, and saying prayers in her tender heart for her first-born; and God only knows the difficulty with which she preserved her smile and cheerful looks, and the sinking of her heart when all her arrangements were completed. Would he ever come back again to make her glad? "You'll take awfu' care of my laddie?" she said to Lauderdale, who, for his part, was not delighted with the Snell scholarship; and that misanthrope answered, 'Ay, I'll take care of him." That was all that passed between the two guardians, who knew, in their inmost hearts, that the object of their care might never come back again. eyes. 66 put down the old-fashioned veil when the express was gone which carried him to London, and went home again humbly by the night-train. Fortunately there was in the same carriage with her a harassed young mother with little children, whose necessities speedily demanded the lifting-up of Mrs. Campbell's veil. And the day was clear on the Holy Loch, and all her native hills held out their arms to her, when the good woman reached her home. She was able to see the sick cows that afternoon, and her experience suggested a means of relieving the speechless creatures, which filled the house with admiration. "She may be a foolish woman about her bairns," said big Colin, who was half pleased and half angry to hear her story; but it's a different-looking house when the wife comes hame." 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