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^ strange Kevem^c. 391<br />

Weak chested individuals used to bask in the sunny<br />

plains <strong>of</strong> Italy, or start in a forlorn hope to the more<br />

they swarm to<br />

equitable temperatures <strong>of</strong> Australia ; now<br />

the frost-bitten, germ-slaughtering altitudes <strong>of</strong> the Alps.<br />

<strong>The</strong> whim <strong>of</strong> climate, in such cases, is endless. But<br />

wherever they go, death relentlessly follows the tainted<br />

ones ; only the process <strong>of</strong> dying is prolonged and mayhaps<br />

rendered a little pleasanter, according to the circumstances<br />

selected. And so it is with our griefs.<br />

<strong>The</strong> weather cannot wash them out, but it does<br />

certainly assuage. A small sorrow which sours heart<br />

and life under the depressing patter <strong>of</strong> rain is <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

mysteriously s<strong>of</strong>tened by a sudden blink <strong>of</strong> sunshine.<br />

We are more the victims <strong>of</strong> flimsy circumstances than at<br />

all enters into our common philosophy.<br />

Nature had, after the sad wreckage <strong>of</strong> the storm,<br />

assumed its gayest and most exhilarating mood, and under<br />

the influence <strong>of</strong> the keen, exquisitely purified air. Flora's<br />

spirits rose to the point <strong>of</strong> song, while her love troubles<br />

dwindled until, fairy like, they wholly disappeared into the<br />

golden love tube that girdled her finger.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Laird was right ; boulder strewn, excavated, littered<br />

with wreckage, the valley presented a melancholy spectacle.<br />

While she gazed upon it, Flora's attention was arrested by<br />

the movement <strong>of</strong> a woman's figure about a hundred and<br />

fifty yards up the river. At that point, the current was<br />

divided into tv/o, in the centre being a small island, the<br />

creation <strong>of</strong> the flood, upon which various domestic utensils<br />

had been deposited, mixed up with straw, trees, and other<br />

relics <strong>of</strong> disaster from the upper reaches <strong>of</strong> the water. She<br />

was an aged woman ;<br />

but<br />

the ford did not appear to be<br />

deep, and she had evidently made up her mind to wade to<br />

the island in search <strong>of</strong> plunder, or perchance to recover<br />

some belongings <strong>of</strong> her own. Flora watched her manceuvr-<br />

ings with smiling interest ; saw her reach the island<br />

bedraggled, but vigorous in her quest, and make a collection<br />

<strong>of</strong> articles that reflected in a high degree upon her cupidity

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