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WiUie Gillies. 201<br />

college bursary—a poor affair, fifteen pounds a year, which<br />

he eked out by teaching Edinboro' shopkeeper's bairns at<br />

spare hours. Well, by that time, my father was dead, and<br />

my brother had run away to be a soldier— he did not live<br />

long enough to be bought <strong>of</strong>f. I was the head <strong>of</strong> the<br />

family and was soured because my brother had so miscarried.<br />

But Kate was my pet from the first, and I was<br />

prouder <strong>of</strong> her after my brother's loss than before. In pure<br />

charity to Gillies I always invited him to come and live with<br />

us in college vacation, which he did, and made himself<br />

worth his keep t\.o, for he was too proud to be lazy. A<br />

well-to-do farmer cast his eye upon Kate, and, like a fool,<br />

spoke to me first instead <strong>of</strong> to the lassie. Aye, if ever you go<br />

a-courting get the good will <strong>of</strong> the woman before you speak<br />

to the friends. You're laughing. Well, don't take it to<br />

yourself, I was only putting, what is it you call it?—<br />

general proposition. 1 thought the farmer a likely <strong>of</strong>ferer,<br />

and told Kate, never expecting opposition, to prepare for<br />

her bridal. But she put her finger in her eye and made<br />

such a face over it that I relented. Thinking what could<br />

be the matter, I questioned her a bit, and found out her<br />

secret. She had promised herself av/ay to George Gillies, a<br />

penniless student without hope <strong>of</strong> soon getting a kirk. I<br />

had reason to be enraged, and I told her plainly that if she<br />

did not marry agreeably to my will, she would, under our<br />

father's will, forfeit her right to the few hundreds left to<br />

her. <strong>The</strong> upshot was that she gave me the slip one night,<br />

and I kept my word. Still her small tocher has been a<br />

millstone about my neck. I confess I should not have kept<br />

my wrath so long, and will now make atonement to my<br />

sister and her bairns."<br />

" Well ?"<br />

"My sister and the two younger bairns will live with<br />

me. This lad, Willie, must be helped to make his own<br />

fortune. It is ill waiting for dead men's shoes— I may<br />

change my mind and leave my gatherings to others, at<br />

anyrate, I will not call him my heir ; it would ruin him ;<br />

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